Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20150810125727/@comment-25908355-20150812090111

Bixbite enters Jet's office. Thankfully, it was one of the rare times Jet wasn't on a mission. She had her feet propped on the desk, reading some of the classified files she stole from a Homeworld lab.

Bixbite: Hi Jet.

Jet: Yeah, hi...

She says, uninterested. The documents are more important to them rather than whatever dumb stuff Bixbite will tell her.

Bixbite: I.. Um.. H-Have news.

Jet gets some interest. Did Bixbite just.. Stutter? That's new. Jet takes her feet off the desk and straightens up in her chair.

Jet: What's so important?

Bixbite: Well... Something bad happened to.. Sard.

Jet frowns.

Jet: What!? What happened?!

Bixbite: Well.. Yesterday, our friend... Well... *sniffle* Died..

Jet: ...

Jet gets up from her chair, trying to hide the tears streaming down her face. She opens a drawer, before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter.

Bixbite: *sniffle* I thought you.. Quit smoking...

Jet doesn't listen. She lights up the cigarette and takes the first drag.

Bixbite: Jet.. *sniffle* No.. Don't start again.. *sniffle*

Jet doen't listen. She turns around, looking out her window, before taking a few more drags, until the cigarette is finished. The first cigarette in 100 years, and certinally not the last.