Post by Krad Zephyros on Mar 30, 2012 9:58:14 GMT -5
Krad, from his slumped-back position in his chair, gave a satisfied smile with his eyes closed. He was taking in the moment; basking in the adrenaline leaving his body, replacing itself with a euphoric sensation that numbed his muscles and chilled his skin with a titillating breeze. Krad was far from careful. He was a daredevil through and through. War and violence pulsed through his veins every second of every day. Growing up on his home world, every moment was a life-and-death situation. His mind, body and soul had adapted to such situations like one adapts to the hot water of a shower. Once you've spent enough time within the heat, you hardly notice, but as soon as the shower stops and the normal room temperature hits your skin, you recoil.
Krad needed heat. He needed intensity in his daily life. He needed the thrill of a life-and-death situation to keep himself sane, or what was left of him anyway. "I'm surprised you didn't pass out." He said as his eyes lazily drifted over to hers; that pleasured grin still decorating his face. "You're tougher than you look."
A small part of him, the smallest part capable of feeling, was not very fond of snatching someone from a comfortable life and throwing them into his twisted world filled with chaos and asteroid frogger. His eyes stayed on her for just a few moments longer; scanning for fear, anger or any sign of negative emotions, but they found not a trace. Instead, what they saw was the same exasperated look he himself was suppressing along with that thrill-seeker's satisfaction he showed with pride. He would have thought she'd be terrified, maybe she was, but that look of hers was the look of an adrenaline-starved animal just like himself.
He was impressed.
Krad's attention slowly drifted across the dash and looked over the ship's systems. He was giving everything a look-over to see if they'd taken any serious damage. He chuckled internally and, with a nonchalant tone, said "damn." in Common. The top portion of the ship's hull was trashed: barely able to hold itself together; one of the ship's engines had overheated and blown out, and on top of all that, they were running out of fuel. "This isn't good."
Krad punched in a few codes on the console. His fingers stabbed clumsily against the keys. He was very unfamiliar with such low-tech machinery, but he was able to figure his way around to pull up something on the screen in front of him. It was a planet; one he'd never seen nor heard of before, and it was the closest thing to them at the moment. It seemed the inhabitants on this world had some understanding of machinery, as he gathered from the rainfall of notes sliding down the screen next to the spinning globe of greens, blues and clay colors.
"Looks like we're going to be visiting another world for a while. We need to get this ship fixed up before it explodes with us in it."
Krad needed heat. He needed intensity in his daily life. He needed the thrill of a life-and-death situation to keep himself sane, or what was left of him anyway. "I'm surprised you didn't pass out." He said as his eyes lazily drifted over to hers; that pleasured grin still decorating his face. "You're tougher than you look."
A small part of him, the smallest part capable of feeling, was not very fond of snatching someone from a comfortable life and throwing them into his twisted world filled with chaos and asteroid frogger. His eyes stayed on her for just a few moments longer; scanning for fear, anger or any sign of negative emotions, but they found not a trace. Instead, what they saw was the same exasperated look he himself was suppressing along with that thrill-seeker's satisfaction he showed with pride. He would have thought she'd be terrified, maybe she was, but that look of hers was the look of an adrenaline-starved animal just like himself.
He was impressed.
Krad's attention slowly drifted across the dash and looked over the ship's systems. He was giving everything a look-over to see if they'd taken any serious damage. He chuckled internally and, with a nonchalant tone, said "damn." in Common. The top portion of the ship's hull was trashed: barely able to hold itself together; one of the ship's engines had overheated and blown out, and on top of all that, they were running out of fuel. "This isn't good."
Krad punched in a few codes on the console. His fingers stabbed clumsily against the keys. He was very unfamiliar with such low-tech machinery, but he was able to figure his way around to pull up something on the screen in front of him. It was a planet; one he'd never seen nor heard of before, and it was the closest thing to them at the moment. It seemed the inhabitants on this world had some understanding of machinery, as he gathered from the rainfall of notes sliding down the screen next to the spinning globe of greens, blues and clay colors.
"Looks like we're going to be visiting another world for a while. We need to get this ship fixed up before it explodes with us in it."