SpitFire had been alone in the universe since his fleet had been destroyed. After years of drifting aimlessly through the stars, he had finally worked up enough courage to go back to the place where his fleet had been destroyed.
SpitFire flew in, expecting the worst. He had heard stories of what had happened here, tales of unspeakable horrors. But what he found instead was a bustling, vibrant community of aliens.
The survivors of his fleet had rebuilt, and were now living together in harmony. They welcomed him with open arms, and were overjoyed to see one of their own after so long.
SpitFire stayed with his fellow aliens for the next few weeks. He was embraced by the community, learning the ways and customs of his new home. He shared stories of his adventures, and the terror of his time alone in the universe.
As the weeks passed, SpitFire began to feel at home. He had a family, and a place of safety. He’d finally found a place he could call his own.
So it was with a heavy heart that SpitFire said goodbye to his newfound home. He’d never be able to forget the kindness of the aliens that had taken him in, and he vowed to never forget them.
And so, with a smile on his face, SpitFire set off to explore the universe once more, his fleet forever in his heart.
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