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Citizens crowded a passenger shuttle drifting ominously through space and Vereshin sat among them. Their smell and earthly fiber overburdened the hull and made him almost queasy as he waited to to take his own room. Chatter surrounded his ears and distracted every coherent thought as he rummaged fruitlessly through pockets for his passage ticket. Opting for ordinary garments, he did not appear a Sith to the common eye and found it safer to travel as a civilian. He wore a dark grey jacket and knickerbockers tucked into socks with lace-up shoes. Rimless glasses sat on his nose beneath feathery hair only half-hardheartedly slicked back.
An incessant beeping diverted his attention to a repair droid. Swapping glances, Vereshin tried to ignore the thing while he searched for his room ticket. Panic began to rise in his throat and he sorely cursed the need for public transport. The droid beeped and offered him the ticket which had escaped his grip and fallen to the ground.
"Thank you." Vereshin managed. He did not understand the droid's manner of communication. Relying almost solely on the arcane, technology did not avail him and he knew nothing about droids. The ship surged as it moved further from the atmosphere and Vereshin felt sweat gather on his neck. Space travel did not treat him kindly, despite how much the universe beyond planets enamored him. Plucking the ticket from the hand of the droid, he took a moment to sit back and breathe.
Dear diary, today I tried to adult. He distracted himself with inane thought as the passengers began to take their rooms. Coiling his head over to rest on his hand, his feet did not want to move. The little droid waited around almost protectively, as though he knew his human companion was not accustomed to technology. Finding his feet, Vereshin moved into the corridor with the other passengers and watched them swipe their tickets through the checking device he never remembered how to use. Mimicking the movements of one woman, he swiped the ticket backwards and stared awkwardly at the man waiting behind him.
"Kes...!" The droid beeped and tried to correct him, but Vereshin did not understand the mechanical jabber. He tried swiping the ticket in the opposite way and the checkpoint allowed him to pass through. Carrying one suitcase, he looked for his number and found his room. The room was decently sized and boasted many of the features of a hotel. Relief filled him at the sight of the kettle and he decided to allow the droid to hover around.
Flopping down onto the bed, he felt his stomach turn with every movement of the ship.
@The Mild Mannered Robot
Citizens crowded a passenger shuttle drifting ominously through space and Vereshin sat among them. Their smell and earthly fiber overburdened the hull and made him almost queasy as he waited to to take his own room. Chatter surrounded his ears and distracted every coherent thought as he rummaged fruitlessly through pockets for his passage ticket. Opting for ordinary garments, he did not appear a Sith to the common eye and found it safer to travel as a civilian. He wore a dark grey jacket and knickerbockers tucked into socks with lace-up shoes. Rimless glasses sat on his nose beneath feathery hair only half-hardheartedly slicked back.
An incessant beeping diverted his attention to a repair droid. Swapping glances, Vereshin tried to ignore the thing while he searched for his room ticket. Panic began to rise in his throat and he sorely cursed the need for public transport. The droid beeped and offered him the ticket which had escaped his grip and fallen to the ground.
"Thank you." Vereshin managed. He did not understand the droid's manner of communication. Relying almost solely on the arcane, technology did not avail him and he knew nothing about droids. The ship surged as it moved further from the atmosphere and Vereshin felt sweat gather on his neck. Space travel did not treat him kindly, despite how much the universe beyond planets enamored him. Plucking the ticket from the hand of the droid, he took a moment to sit back and breathe.
Dear diary, today I tried to adult. He distracted himself with inane thought as the passengers began to take their rooms. Coiling his head over to rest on his hand, his feet did not want to move. The little droid waited around almost protectively, as though he knew his human companion was not accustomed to technology. Finding his feet, Vereshin moved into the corridor with the other passengers and watched them swipe their tickets through the checking device he never remembered how to use. Mimicking the movements of one woman, he swiped the ticket backwards and stared awkwardly at the man waiting behind him.
"Kes...!" The droid beeped and tried to correct him, but Vereshin did not understand the mechanical jabber. He tried swiping the ticket in the opposite way and the checkpoint allowed him to pass through. Carrying one suitcase, he looked for his number and found his room. The room was decently sized and boasted many of the features of a hotel. Relief filled him at the sight of the kettle and he decided to allow the droid to hover around.
Flopping down onto the bed, he felt his stomach turn with every movement of the ship.
@The Mild Mannered Robot
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