Star Command
Oct 19, 2020 23:06:19 GMT -5
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Oct 19, 2020 23:06:19 GMT -5
The low hum of the spaceship noises was actually...soothing. She couldn’t tell you what any of those noises meant or were for, especially not for this spaceship, but it felt familiar in a weird sort of way. Knowing that she wasn’t on the ground, or at least she thought she wasn’t, gave her a sense of nostalgia that she tried to swipe away absently as she made her way forward on the ship. She quit for a reason, a reason that she didn’t change her mind, but sometimes, when the memories overtook her, it was hard to keep them at bay.
It was strange how being in space always felt more secure than landing on some planet or another. Politics were always beyond her, business that she did not understand and never made any effort to understand whatsoever. Being on planets meant encountering others, fighting off enemies or terrifying creatures, meeting leaders, soldiers, civilians, but space, being in space was drifting, not worry about which way was up or down (though well, sometimes knowing that did matter) and even when it came to returning to family, she found herself more fond of her times away, in the void.
That is, until she’d gotten it straight in her skull and quit her service. It was the right choice, she was sure on that fact, but she did miss it. Drifting in space.
Her thoughts were interrupted, thankfully, whe the sounds shifted from the murmur to, well, a not murmur. She knew a thing or two about tinkering, it was foolish, in her opinion, to be in space with zero idea on how to fix fixable things on the ship, but the sounds she was hearing didn’t sound quite right. Not that she knew exactly what was right on a ship that wasn’t hers. Curiosity was always at the forefront of her mind, it didn’t really need to get the best of much, and she strode forward, towards the sound, amber eyes alert and darting around to see what was going on, exactly.
Curiosity wasn’t the only factor of course, she moved forward because she had to. As familiar as it felt, she couldn’t stay on this random spaceship forever. She had to get back to her other mess. Her bigger mess.
“Hello?” She called out first, trying to bring attention to herself so that she didn’t startle who or whatever was working so hard.
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It was strange how being in space always felt more secure than landing on some planet or another. Politics were always beyond her, business that she did not understand and never made any effort to understand whatsoever. Being on planets meant encountering others, fighting off enemies or terrifying creatures, meeting leaders, soldiers, civilians, but space, being in space was drifting, not worry about which way was up or down (though well, sometimes knowing that did matter) and even when it came to returning to family, she found herself more fond of her times away, in the void.
That is, until she’d gotten it straight in her skull and quit her service. It was the right choice, she was sure on that fact, but she did miss it. Drifting in space.
Her thoughts were interrupted, thankfully, whe the sounds shifted from the murmur to, well, a not murmur. She knew a thing or two about tinkering, it was foolish, in her opinion, to be in space with zero idea on how to fix fixable things on the ship, but the sounds she was hearing didn’t sound quite right. Not that she knew exactly what was right on a ship that wasn’t hers. Curiosity was always at the forefront of her mind, it didn’t really need to get the best of much, and she strode forward, towards the sound, amber eyes alert and darting around to see what was going on, exactly.
Curiosity wasn’t the only factor of course, she moved forward because she had to. As familiar as it felt, she couldn’t stay on this random spaceship forever. She had to get back to her other mess. Her bigger mess.
“Hello?” She called out first, trying to bring attention to herself so that she didn’t startle who or whatever was working so hard.
ooc: 404 words