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revivalproject2020-09-14 02:50 pm
on_repeat) wrote in revivalproject2020-09-14 02:50 pm
What's Behind Door Number One?
WHO: Echo & YOU-SA OTA
WHERE: The Agrii Ship
WHAT: Lost
WHEN:Yes Now-ish
WARNINGS: TBD but I'm pretty sure it's N/A. Will update as needed.
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His initial disorientation quickly subsided the moment he realized nothing was familiar.
It was huge, yes. But oh, it was different – very different from the Venator-class Republic Cruiser Echo was used to living on between missions. Through the dark visor of his helmet, he looked up, scrutinizing the lines running along the corridors, the shape of the bulkheads, the lights. However, it soon dawned on him that he would have to learn where everything was before any further venturing was done.
"Which means we're back to square one," he muttered under a breath, shouldering his blaster while he stood there to figure out his next move. And after staring down the way at the nearest door, he sighed. "Well. Looks like I got the time. A little exploring won't kill me..."
* * *
His first point of inspection:
"Large an' empty. I wonder what could've been held in here."
* * *
Second point of inspection:
"Inventory," he almost snorted through his vocabulator. The thrill in his tone (or lack thereof) was evident. "Always loads of fun."
* * *
A third point of inspection:
"...What is this, a refresher?"
* * *
Hits and misses were plenty the more he looked around, but for some reason, it wasn't boring him. Wherever he ended up next, he was sure to find something interesting.
WHERE: The Agrii Ship
WHAT: Lost
WHEN:
WARNINGS: TBD but I'm pretty sure it's N/A. Will update as needed.
----
His initial disorientation quickly subsided the moment he realized nothing was familiar.
It was huge, yes. But oh, it was different – very different from the Venator-class Republic Cruiser Echo was used to living on between missions. Through the dark visor of his helmet, he looked up, scrutinizing the lines running along the corridors, the shape of the bulkheads, the lights. However, it soon dawned on him that he would have to learn where everything was before any further venturing was done.
"Which means we're back to square one," he muttered under a breath, shouldering his blaster while he stood there to figure out his next move. And after staring down the way at the nearest door, he sighed. "Well. Looks like I got the time. A little exploring won't kill me..."
His first point of inspection:
"Large an' empty. I wonder what could've been held in here."
Second point of inspection:
"Inventory," he almost snorted through his vocabulator. The thrill in his tone (or lack thereof) was evident. "Always loads of fun."
A third point of inspection:
"...What is this, a refresher?"
Hits and misses were plenty the more he looked around, but for some reason, it wasn't boring him. Wherever he ended up next, he was sure to find something interesting.
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He grinned, slapping a hand on the ARC Trooper's pauldron with a laugh before turning... and nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to part ways. His recovery was at least strangely graceful as he turned it into an almost drunken swagger, sauntering off as he whistled tunelessly.