"This place looks amazing," despite his newly formed hatred for Henry, Charles had to compliment how nice his room looked.

Henry smiled, "thanks,"

Then Charles noticed a variety of small beds scattered around the room, "Hey, do you have a pet?"

"I do, but hes no where in sight," the Toppat mumbled, looking around, "NAVY!" He called out. A black and white husky wearing a blue collar hopped out of the bathroom and strolled over to his owner. Henry immediately knew something was up, "Navy what did you do, you never hide in the bathroom when I arrive," he walked towards the bathroom, his dog trotting along next to him.

 "oh my god, bad dog Navy," Henry mumbled.

Charles' curiosity peaked and he moved towards where they are. He found Henry scolding Navy while pointing to a ripped up toilet paper roll.

"Oh yeah you're proud of yourself arent you," the dog stared at Henry with a big smile on his face. The spectator couldnt help but giggle at the interaction.

As the leader cleaned up the mess, Charles watched, occasionally looking somewhere else, "why do have so many things that are related to blue?" he asked.

Henry shrugged, "its a nice colour," gaining a small smile from the other.

After that, Henry finished up the room tour, "and there you go, hope you enjoy your stay because you have no choice. Also," suddenly, his eyes went cold and he pushed Charles against the wall, keeping a tight hold on his wrists, "if you ever think about leaving without me knowing, just remember that I will not hesitate to throw you into space. Understand?" The pilot gulped and quickly nodded.  Just like a switch, Henry's mood flicked back to his cheery personality, "great! Now come on, I'll give you a tour of the spaceship," once again, their hands were linked, though Charles didn't even bother to try to pull his hand away. 

The two walked around for the tour, constantly bumping into members that greeted one of them with a confused ,"hi chief," or just a blank stare.

As Henry guided Charles through the halls, laughter was heard echoing through the hallway. It was deep but had a higher pitched laugh stacked on top of it. Two stickmen dashed towards Henry and Charles, one of them was grasping onto the other like a piggyback ride. Henry smiled when they stopped in front of him. 

"Sup Chief!" The smaller stickman on top of the other chirped.

"Hello Sven," Henry greeted calmly and looked down to the taller male the Sven was stacked upon, "having fun?"

The stickman wore a dark gray toppat with rusty orange headphones somehow ripping through it.  Burt smiled back and nodded. He took one look at the pilot next to his leader and his smile flipped into a frown. Sven noticed his partner's facial expression so he looked down as well. 

Henry mentally prepared himself to stop Sven from killing Charles when he saw the Swedish toppat's face slowly get flushed with rage. The pilot tensed up, unconsciously moving closer to Henry and squeezing his hand. 

"You..." Sven got off of Burt, "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HURT BURT(oh hey)," he pulled out a pistol(don't ask where it came from) and pointed it at the pilot, hands shaking from rage. Charles yelped from the sudden movement. Henry immediately let go of Charles' hand and stood in between the two.

"Put the pistol down Sven, you will not hurt Charles. Nobody will," his tone grew cold when he spoke the last two words. Sven hesitated but nodded. Putting away the pistol and looking down. 

"Now go back to your rooms, its almost time for dinner," the toppat leader spoke. Calmness returned back to his voice. The two younger toppats nodded and connected their hands as they walked away. Henry sighed and turned back to Charles, "now lets finish up the tour shall we?"

A while later, the tour was finally complete. Charles' legs ache from all the walking, "my legs hurt,"

"We're almost back to my office, hang in there," Henry reassured. 

"How do you not look tired the slightest?" Charles' breath was slightly heavy.

The other shrugged, "I guess Im used to it. Being the leader and all, I have to walked everywhere often," he placed a hand onto the scanner. The door opened and the two walked in. Charles tugged his hand away from Henry's grip. Henry checked the clock that he placed near the top right of the door.

"30 minutes," he mumbled, "you can just chill here for a bit as a I do paperwork. Then I can introduce you to the rest of the elite members,"

Charles tilted his head, "elite members?"

"Members who are high in ranks, Sven and Burt are elites,"

Flashbacks of Sven meeting Charles and immediately pointing a gun at him flood back.

Oh boy...