As Vector sat in the galley of the carrier, he ate his favorite food, a ham sandwich, he thought. He noticed that he had been thinking more and more lately, which was odd for someone such as himself, who was used to blasting everything in site, and then trying to ask questions. He thought about how he had helped Aurora into the ship, and how she could have very well killed him then and there. He rubbed his neck at the thought of that sword of hers severing his head in one swing.
"Man, I’m glad whoever’s controlling her doesn’t hate me," He said out loud. He thought some more, until he was done eating. "I wonder where Lich went." He thought. "He probably ran off to get his stuff." He stretched, and then stood up, and walked down one of the corridors of the large ship. He found a window, and looked out. They were moving, but it was fairly slowly. "This is ridiculous. I can run faster than this." Vector said out loud. "In fact… I think I want to run back to Markior’s place. Where is he, anyway?" He looked around for a wile, and found The Markior in his chamber. "Hello." Vector said. Markior looked up from what he was doing, and looked at Vector.
"Hello, Vector," he said. "Do you need something?"
"Yeah," Vector said. "I want to go back to your place on foot. This ship moves too slow for my tastes, and I need the run anyway." Markior gave what Vector guessed was a sigh
"Very well," Markior said. "Just try not to get into any more trouble."
"Thanks," Vector replied. "I’ll be okay. After all, what could go wrong?" Vector turned around, and walked out of the Markior’s room, and made his way to the transporter. He stepped in, and allowed the beam to slowly lower him to the ground. As soon as he touched the sand, he started running. He looked over his shoulder to see the Ganthritor II moving slowly on its course. It was moving faster than a normal human or yoshi could run, but Vector wasn’t exactly normal. He looked forward again, and all there was to see was the massive expanse of desert in front of him.
"I love the desert. Its always so peaceful." Vector thought to himself. "I wonder if I’ll see Lich?"

Within a matter of hours, Vector was on a grassy plain, the desert far out of view. Ahead of him, was a forest
"Hmm." Vector thought. "That forest looks like it’s about 70 kilometers away. I want to get there fast." At this, Vector sped up, reaching the forest in minuets. When he reached the edge of it, he stopped. "The trees are pretty thick. I think I should walk. Besides. I want to enjoy the scenery. He walked into the forest on a path that led into the forest. After walking for an hour or so, he was deep within the forest, and lost. "Where am I?" Vector said out loud, even though there was nobody around to hear him. He kept walking, and arrived in a small clearing. On the other side, was what appeared to be a creek, and Vector knew that he should follow it. He made it only halfway across the clearing though. As he passed a tree, his right foot suddenly flew out from beneath his body. His was lifted upside down into the air, and hung helplessly in the air, suspended from a rope around his right ankle. Suddenly, and the bushes, Vector could identify several humanoid shapes. They looked like a tribal race. One of them stepped out of the bushes and pointed at Vector
"Botaru. Kanika-si," the tribal said. The rope holding Vector up was cut, and the tribal warriors swarmed over him, pinning him to the ground. Unable to fight off the mass of attackers, he gave up. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and lost consciousness.

Vector awoke some time later, staring at the ground. After several seconds, he realized he was moving. He looked around, and noticed that his arms and legs were tied to a pole, which the ones that attacked him were carrying him with.
"Put me down!" Vector yelled. Nobody paid attention to him. Shortly after he woke up, they arrived in a small village, probably where the savages lived. Suddenly, Vector got an idea on how to get attention. He looked to the side, and saw someone just standing in one place. He opened his mouth, and shot his tongue out, grabbing the tribal’s leg. He screamed something incomprehensible, and pointed at Vector. Several of his fellow tribesmen ran over to Vector, and started hitting him with clubs. Vector yelled in pain, and pulled his tongue back. One of the savages slipped a rope around his mouth, and pulled it tight, keeping Vector from opening his mouth. He noticed that they were building a fire, and then the grim thought came to him. They wanted to cook him. Suddenly, the tribesmen ran to the edge of their village, where Vector saw a vaguely familiar shape…