Assignment - R&R

[The Mighty Thor]

It was a complete random thing actually. He had been thinking of the note that he had sent just before leaving the island. Well it had been more than a note actually; it was an intergalactic request sent by way of stellar listening posts stationed throughout the galaxy, but why split hairs. ‘Vok was tired of wearing the same old standard issue metamorphic Skrull uniform. He had hoped that he could pull in a few favors from the boys out tripping the rift in order to scrounge up some new shape shifter friendly attire. It had been these thoughts that had caused him to turn around in the first place. He was wondering if the equipment onboard the Guardian’s jet would be able to pick up any answers that might come back from the void. But ‘Vok wasn’t ready for what he saw: or rather what he didn’t see.

With a muffled laugh 'Vok turned back to the team, sure that his eyes were playing silly buggers. But he couldn't help the feeling. That odd quizzical feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him his eyes were indeed not playing tricks. The alien stopped walking altogether, letting his teammates trail ahead toward the rent-a-car kiosk. He reached up with for-finger and thumb and rubbed his eyes thoroughly, hoping in vain that it might help. But it didn’t, as ‘Vok soon found out as he slowly turned back to where the team’s jet had just been parked, only to find its parking spot completely devoid of aircraft. With his back to them, the resident intergalactic swashbuckler yelled out to his friends and asked, “Hold fast mates. Have any of you seen a rather large jet that was, until quite recently, parked right here?”