((Sorry short on time, so this might be a small post.))<br/><br/><br/>"What of supplies? Take and go? Does...Osbourne need fuel? Have you seen one of those before?"<br/><br/>Crane shook his head, and meant it.  In all his time on the planet he had never seen a living Highbreed.  They were reclusive, almost mythical beings who hunted those deemed imperfect.<br/>"We'll get any supplies we need, like food and water, on the boat.  I was actually thinking we could stow away in the cargo bay.  It's not too long a trip, just a day or so anyway."  Crane sighed, the hot afternoon sun made him wish he was still at the spring.<br/>"I've never seen one of those creatures before," Crane began.  "I know what he is though, and I suggest you don't talk to him.  Highbreed hate imperfection and the Lowerbreeds, and messing with him is practically asking for it.  In fact, I only saved him for any information he may have on our 'mission'."<br/>Crane marveled at the glistening sea in the distance.  It, although created by his enemy, was beautiful.