[EDIT: Lets just say I'm Kushima bound]
It was a calm night, relaxed, slow. He peeked out the window of his first class seat, gazing with a pair of melancholy violet eyes towards the moon. It was full, and from so high up, it seemed so big. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, it was comfortable, as most first class seats were of course, and far in the back, just as he liked it. The airship (plane? whatever they would be called in Acadine) was unusually empty for a flight of this kind. Taro was headed for one of the busiest cities in the world.
He needed to gather information. For a while now, it seemed as if Acadine was...screaming. He couldn't really describe it, but lately the grounds he had been so accustomed to wandering, had began to feel alien.
And then there were the Neesha. The bloodthirsty creatures that he's had the pleasure of running into on more than one occasion. His mother had never told him of such a creature, and she had more than three hundred years of life on the planet to recall from.
They weren't particularly fear inducing for him though, surely, he had fought many much more fearsome before, it was just the fact of where had they come from? that worried him.
"Mr. Murakami?" A stewardess called out to him, breaking the young man out of his whirlwind of thought. Taro looked up at her with a small smile, she was pretty. Curvy, long hair, tan skinned, very pretty he thought. "Would you like something from the menu?"
"Ah," Taro scratched at his cheek, thinking on it for a moment. "You all carry tonkontesu?" He asked as he reached for the menu, tucked in the net on the bottom of the seat in front of him, he casually flipped through the menu. The woman looked at him, in a sort of disbelief.
"Ramen? That's really..." She laughed awkwardly.
"What can I say, I like the classics. So?" He leaned over the seat, getting closer.
"I'll ask the chefs what they can do, maybe they can change up the spaghetti recipe." She shrugged, turning around from him.
"You do that..." He re situated his self in the seat, but not without letting out a sigh. "I didn't realize how long this flight was..." His stomach roared from hunger, "I really should have packed some snacks." He stretched his arms out wide, after a loud yawn, he rolled his head up to look at the ceiling. It was at that moment, a voice sounded over the intercom.
Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking, we'll be approacing---
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion form far back in the ship, Taro thought it to be in the cargo hold. It didn't take long for the red lights to flash, and the alarms to sound.
"What the hell?" The white haired man unbuckled his seat and stood up. The entire first class was in an uproar, all a bunch of nobels not even used to being without their 'help'. "That...doesn't sound good." There were more horrified screams back in coach, he bit his lip.
"Dammit, this just screams Neesha." Taro sighed, stepping out into the aisle. "They sure know when to strike...I don't even have my weapons on me." A smirk however, was slowly creeping up on his face. "Good thing I'm headed for the cargo hold.