Vincent had been daydreaming the whole time the introductions and small talk went on, and had no thoughts of joining at all. His attention snapped back in time to hear his job he had to do for the expedition. You have got to be kidding. He raised an eyebrow as he placed his two hands on his legs, twiddling his thumbs slightly. You expect me, Vincent Velorien, to lead a team of people successfully and safely through places Iāve never gone to and through battles- which, by the way, Iāve never really been in? He shook his head slightly as he got up with the rest of the members of the 7-people expedition group, his pack hitting the left side of his hip painfully.
Wincing, he followed the others through the corridor, limping slightly as one of his textbooks had hit him right in the thigh. Why did I ever sign up for this?! he thought, darkly, as he slouched on through the corridor, a slight pout on his face. He pulled his hood further over his head, concealing his face in the shadows as he continued to complain about his current predicament. But, I suppose itās permanent. Future hypothesis on whatās going to happen to all of us is he let out a light chuckle, we are so screwed. He shook his head again, staring fixedly at the heels of the person in front of him.
He didnāt even realize that they were in front of their ship until the awed gasps of the other 6 explorers dragged his eyes from the floor to the spaceship right in front of them, docked and ready to take off. āWell, Iāve never seen this model of spaceship.ā he muttered, slightly in awe yet slightly annoyed at his overall lack of information. He opened his pack slowly and rummaged through the contents, before finally grabbing a pad and dragging it out while licking his index finger. āRememberā¦ā he muttered, as he dragged his index finger across the glass screen, āRememberā¦toā¦search upā¦m-modelā¦ofā¦thisā¦sp-spa- hell! Not āeā, you moronic sensor pad, ācā!-ācā, ah, there we go. Spaceā¦shipā¦ā Vincent bit his tongue as he held the pad with his right hand, his left rummaging through his pack once more until he dragged out an extremely old looking camera and snapped a picture, the image of the spaceship suddenly loading on the pad, right beside what he had just wrote out.
Grinning, he shoved the mechanisms back into his pack, zipping it up hastily, until he suddenly remembered his job during the mission. Need to read up those biographiesā¦ I suppose leaving them for later was not a good ideaā¦ He sighed looked at the others again, slightly less eager to step onto the ship once again. āI mean, both mean a certain deathā¦ā Vincent continued to mutter absentmindedly as he kept himself at the back of the group, his hood still up and his face still in the shadows. āProbably wouldnāt be bad to ask if alcoholās allowedā¦ā he looked up and looked at the woman leading them to the ship. āLady,ā he said gruffly, not as loud as he usually was. She didnāt hear him- or probably ignored me- so Vincent cleared his throat and opened his mouth, as if he was going to try again before he closed his mouth shut.
Letās think about this later. he thought. Anyways, no one had tried to check his pack during the walk to the ship, and he didnāt see any security checks anywhere. Vincent was determined to bring his alcohol, if that was the last thing he ever did. Hopefully they have good drinks in these other planetsā¦and that we donāt die because of some blasted, out of the ordinary accident.
Wincing, he followed the others through the corridor, limping slightly as one of his textbooks had hit him right in the thigh. Why did I ever sign up for this?! he thought, darkly, as he slouched on through the corridor, a slight pout on his face. He pulled his hood further over his head, concealing his face in the shadows as he continued to complain about his current predicament. But, I suppose itās permanent. Future hypothesis on whatās going to happen to all of us is he let out a light chuckle, we are so screwed. He shook his head again, staring fixedly at the heels of the person in front of him.
He didnāt even realize that they were in front of their ship until the awed gasps of the other 6 explorers dragged his eyes from the floor to the spaceship right in front of them, docked and ready to take off. āWell, Iāve never seen this model of spaceship.ā he muttered, slightly in awe yet slightly annoyed at his overall lack of information. He opened his pack slowly and rummaged through the contents, before finally grabbing a pad and dragging it out while licking his index finger. āRememberā¦ā he muttered, as he dragged his index finger across the glass screen, āRememberā¦toā¦search upā¦m-modelā¦ofā¦thisā¦sp-spa- hell! Not āeā, you moronic sensor pad, ācā!-ācā, ah, there we go. Spaceā¦shipā¦ā Vincent bit his tongue as he held the pad with his right hand, his left rummaging through his pack once more until he dragged out an extremely old looking camera and snapped a picture, the image of the spaceship suddenly loading on the pad, right beside what he had just wrote out.
Grinning, he shoved the mechanisms back into his pack, zipping it up hastily, until he suddenly remembered his job during the mission. Need to read up those biographiesā¦ I suppose leaving them for later was not a good ideaā¦ He sighed looked at the others again, slightly less eager to step onto the ship once again. āI mean, both mean a certain deathā¦ā Vincent continued to mutter absentmindedly as he kept himself at the back of the group, his hood still up and his face still in the shadows. āProbably wouldnāt be bad to ask if alcoholās allowedā¦ā he looked up and looked at the woman leading them to the ship. āLady,ā he said gruffly, not as loud as he usually was. She didnāt hear him- or probably ignored me- so Vincent cleared his throat and opened his mouth, as if he was going to try again before he closed his mouth shut.
Letās think about this later. he thought. Anyways, no one had tried to check his pack during the walk to the ship, and he didnāt see any security checks anywhere. Vincent was determined to bring his alcohol, if that was the last thing he ever did. Hopefully they have good drinks in these other planetsā¦and that we donāt die because of some blasted, out of the ordinary accident.