RESEARCH OUTPOST
Christophsis || Crystal Forest
Christophsis || Crystal Forest
Leon’s fingers drummed irritably on his knee as he listened to the Knight assigned to watch over their little group drone on and on about the importance of safety and sticking together. The knight was wrong by no means, but he was anxious to get out of this cramped research facility and catch up with his buddy Dash.
It’d been weeks since he’d seen any of the others, and after his harrowing experience on Dxun, he was due a little R&R with a buddy, wasn’t he?
“I’m sorry, Padawan, am I boring you?” Leon wasn’t even paying attention, but the venom that dripped off the word "Padawan," was enough to make him tune in. A surprised, "Are you talking to me?" expression stampeded directly into an "Oh shit, I’m in trouble!" face, which crumbled into a defeated, "Why me?" before he said, “No, sir, I-uh, just gotta poop.”
What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Protocol droids, on average, were fluent in over six million forms of communication, and he was fluent in exactly none, but as luck would have it the knight seemed to sympathize with his imaginary impending bowel movement, by dropping the whole thing and finishing up his lecture promptly. Leon played the fool and scurried out of the room as if the dams were ready to burst, dropping the act once he got outside and heading for the hangar bay instead of the refresher.
Leon had been on Christophsis for about a month. The research team he'd been assigned to was making progress at a snail's pace, but on the bright side he’d managed to get in a fair amount of tutaminis training. Was he proficient? Nope, but he could make it work more often than not. He took a seat on some cargo boxes and watched the main bay. He loved sitting here and watching the ships come in and out. The lab was located on the side of a mountain and the main bay was protected by a plasma shield. From this height, the view was incredible and the howl of the wind was like a long-forgotten lullaby.
The shadow of an incoming ship pulled him from his trance-like state, and a smile spread across his lips. Now he just needed to see if he could convince Dash to go on a little adventure.
@Alhon
It’d been weeks since he’d seen any of the others, and after his harrowing experience on Dxun, he was due a little R&R with a buddy, wasn’t he?
“I’m sorry, Padawan, am I boring you?” Leon wasn’t even paying attention, but the venom that dripped off the word "Padawan," was enough to make him tune in. A surprised, "Are you talking to me?" expression stampeded directly into an "Oh shit, I’m in trouble!" face, which crumbled into a defeated, "Why me?" before he said, “No, sir, I-uh, just gotta poop.”
What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Protocol droids, on average, were fluent in over six million forms of communication, and he was fluent in exactly none, but as luck would have it the knight seemed to sympathize with his imaginary impending bowel movement, by dropping the whole thing and finishing up his lecture promptly. Leon played the fool and scurried out of the room as if the dams were ready to burst, dropping the act once he got outside and heading for the hangar bay instead of the refresher.
Leon had been on Christophsis for about a month. The research team he'd been assigned to was making progress at a snail's pace, but on the bright side he’d managed to get in a fair amount of tutaminis training. Was he proficient? Nope, but he could make it work more often than not. He took a seat on some cargo boxes and watched the main bay. He loved sitting here and watching the ships come in and out. The lab was located on the side of a mountain and the main bay was protected by a plasma shield. From this height, the view was incredible and the howl of the wind was like a long-forgotten lullaby.
The shadow of an incoming ship pulled him from his trance-like state, and a smile spread across his lips. Now he just needed to see if he could convince Dash to go on a little adventure.
@Alhon
Last edited: