Roose Hurro
Lovable Curmudgeon
Down From Above...
Tir Ornil had known full well his starship hadn't been new, even when his father first started using it. Decades old then, even more decades old now, with a long career behind it. Issues came with all well-used hand-me-downs. And said issues could come at any time, anywhere you happened to be. Fortunately for Tir, his present issue wasn't of the "deadly" sort. No drive problem to leave him stranded between the stars. No loss of life support. Or other vital parts exploding. Just...
... *hnnnnnghhh*... the Smell!
Fortunately, he'd been near enough to civilization, he'd been able to arrange for repairs while on-route. Hadn't been to this particular world before, and the "urgency" of his request hadn't left much room for details. Just the "Most Available" mechanic, Please!
The BOOM of his atmospheric re-entry was, perhaps, a bit more intense than it needed to be, his ship's poor old hull perhaps getting a bit more "warm" than usual. But as he came down from above... no, not a breath of fresh air... no sigh of relief... nothing that involved any more breathing than necessary. Just a bit of ease in the urgency, when he finally locked-on the guideway co-ordinates.
And arrived, ship's weight settled on its landing struts right there in the mechanic's Service Yard. Nice, having such a small ship. Though with his present issue, not having room to "get away" hadn't helped. Nothing like having your sanitation purge pump fail.......
So yes, a young male Kah'Saun, hide a darker golden yellow than his father's, eyes still the dark yet bright orange of a determined Spirit, emerged. Ship still radiated heat, so he made sure to keep clothing and body parts clear of any hot metal as he paced quite briskly towards the office, dressed in shirt and pants suited to his anatomy, with belt and gear present...
... and wearing his father's old gray greatcoat.
Tir Ornil had known full well his starship hadn't been new, even when his father first started using it. Decades old then, even more decades old now, with a long career behind it. Issues came with all well-used hand-me-downs. And said issues could come at any time, anywhere you happened to be. Fortunately for Tir, his present issue wasn't of the "deadly" sort. No drive problem to leave him stranded between the stars. No loss of life support. Or other vital parts exploding. Just...
... *hnnnnnghhh*... the Smell!
Fortunately, he'd been near enough to civilization, he'd been able to arrange for repairs while on-route. Hadn't been to this particular world before, and the "urgency" of his request hadn't left much room for details. Just the "Most Available" mechanic, Please!
The BOOM of his atmospheric re-entry was, perhaps, a bit more intense than it needed to be, his ship's poor old hull perhaps getting a bit more "warm" than usual. But as he came down from above... no, not a breath of fresh air... no sigh of relief... nothing that involved any more breathing than necessary. Just a bit of ease in the urgency, when he finally locked-on the guideway co-ordinates.
And arrived, ship's weight settled on its landing struts right there in the mechanic's Service Yard. Nice, having such a small ship. Though with his present issue, not having room to "get away" hadn't helped. Nothing like having your sanitation purge pump fail.......
So yes, a young male Kah'Saun, hide a darker golden yellow than his father's, eyes still the dark yet bright orange of a determined Spirit, emerged. Ship still radiated heat, so he made sure to keep clothing and body parts clear of any hot metal as he paced quite briskly towards the office, dressed in shirt and pants suited to his anatomy, with belt and gear present...
... and wearing his father's old gray greatcoat.
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