Ishi123
Primordial Being
Razel sighed as he leaned back in Fenrir's cockpit, the frame being carefully loaded by clamps to its docking bay. The frame had taken extensive damage, missing its right leg and left arm, as well as its right wing, while also sporting many deep gashes exposing the underlying endoskeleton of the frame, a hole piercing through the torso, just barely missing the Metatron Engine, which would've surely been the death of him had that been ruptured.
So that's where Rowan had been... he had a feeling that he'd been out there for years, but he could never confirm it. He was fairly certain that he'd killed them all, but he never confirmed Rowan's death... he could have been forgiven for just assuming that he had died as well, but he always had the suspicion that he had survived. Now he knew for sure that Rowan did survive, and now he was working with the Space Force of all people... he would've wondered why had he not known better.
"Some things never change, huh?" Razel says to himself.
His frame shook as it was locked into place, a platform extending out to his cockpit to allow him to leave the frame. The canopy opened and he stood up from the frame, immediately being greeted by a high-ranking officer, who didn't introduce himself.
"Commander Attenborough wishes to speak with you immediately." He said sternly.
"Yeah, I figured." Razel responded, stepping by him and heading down the platform to the ground level. He stood back a bit to get a good look at the Fenrir, putting his hands on his hips.
"He really did a number on us, huh?" He smiled, shaking his head.
"I'd rather not be killed by your recklessness, you know." ENSI stated from above. "If you can help it, try not to beat me up too much next time."
"What, you insecure or something?" Razel shrugged nonchalantly.
"I just prefer not to be missing limbs." ENSI snapped back. "I imagine you wouldn't either."
Razel lifted his left arm up and inspected it, twisting it around and clenching and unclenching his fist.
"Yeah, you might be right..." He said, a bit more quietly this time. "Anyway, I ought to report back to the Commander. You know how she gets when someone's late."
"How could I forget when that's all you complain about?" ENSI said in a snide tone. Razel simply hummed as he left the docking area, heading further into the ship. It really was a massive vessel; so large, in fact, that they needed elevators and trams in order to get around. He jumped on the nearest tram to take him to the residential areas, taking an elevator thereafter that led to the floor that housed his assigned room. He almost got lost on the way with all the room numbers, but he eventually found it and opened up the door with his ID card, the door sliding open to allow him inside. He closed the door behind him and took off his pilot suit, deciding to take a shower before contacting Adalia. He was already late, he wasn't going to get any less of an earful if he went to his computer immediately, so it didn't make much of a difference to him.
So that's where Rowan had been... he had a feeling that he'd been out there for years, but he could never confirm it. He was fairly certain that he'd killed them all, but he never confirmed Rowan's death... he could have been forgiven for just assuming that he had died as well, but he always had the suspicion that he had survived. Now he knew for sure that Rowan did survive, and now he was working with the Space Force of all people... he would've wondered why had he not known better.
"Some things never change, huh?" Razel says to himself.
His frame shook as it was locked into place, a platform extending out to his cockpit to allow him to leave the frame. The canopy opened and he stood up from the frame, immediately being greeted by a high-ranking officer, who didn't introduce himself.
"Commander Attenborough wishes to speak with you immediately." He said sternly.
"Yeah, I figured." Razel responded, stepping by him and heading down the platform to the ground level. He stood back a bit to get a good look at the Fenrir, putting his hands on his hips.
"He really did a number on us, huh?" He smiled, shaking his head.
"I'd rather not be killed by your recklessness, you know." ENSI stated from above. "If you can help it, try not to beat me up too much next time."
"What, you insecure or something?" Razel shrugged nonchalantly.
"I just prefer not to be missing limbs." ENSI snapped back. "I imagine you wouldn't either."
Razel lifted his left arm up and inspected it, twisting it around and clenching and unclenching his fist.
"Yeah, you might be right..." He said, a bit more quietly this time. "Anyway, I ought to report back to the Commander. You know how she gets when someone's late."
"How could I forget when that's all you complain about?" ENSI said in a snide tone. Razel simply hummed as he left the docking area, heading further into the ship. It really was a massive vessel; so large, in fact, that they needed elevators and trams in order to get around. He jumped on the nearest tram to take him to the residential areas, taking an elevator thereafter that led to the floor that housed his assigned room. He almost got lost on the way with all the room numbers, but he eventually found it and opened up the door with his ID card, the door sliding open to allow him inside. He closed the door behind him and took off his pilot suit, deciding to take a shower before contacting Adalia. He was already late, he wasn't going to get any less of an earful if he went to his computer immediately, so it didn't make much of a difference to him.