Snippet #1385082

Daeryk had his suit halfway down; with the zipper undone he had wrapped the arms around his waist and made a makeshift knot to keep it from falling down, but when he saw the captain approaching the airlock he quickly untied the arms and geared up properly, placing the helmet over his head and listening for the sound of it sealing. He had always been casual, despite his enjoyment of work, but this was no time to be relaxed anymore; definitely not with the captain at attention like he was, knowing full well what dangers may lie ahead. He walked forward and positioned himself behind the captain, watching the others fall in shortly. He knew there would be some problems with the airlock if there was no crew on the other side, but somehow he knew Theo had a plan for some such occasion, and glancing casually at the captain’s firearm, which made him curse himself for never keeping such things in possession, he posed a question to Theo.

“So Theo, what’s the plan? You must have some idea on that airlock, and I really hope it doesn’t involve me prying at the damn thing, or cutting it with a torch around these suits if ya know what I mean.”

He waited patiently, hoping the captain would actually acknowledge him this time, and glanced at the woman Alethea again out of the corner of his eyes. He was thinking about the brief encounter they had just had, and how she noticed the scars, it always come down to the scars now that he had thought about it, but explaining to medical personal that you thought something “wasn’t that bad” while you were working a long shift never seemed to play off too well. He had never really been bothered by the scars himself, merely thinking of each one as a lesson to remember, but he never seemed to quite get the hang of it, even after so many times, but the one on the back of his head was another story all together, and one he didn’t much like to share.

Daeryk had to shake his head for a minute to return to his previous train of thought, waiting for the ship to travel just a bit farther so they could attach the matting tube. Whatever lay behind those doors was best left a secret in his opinion, but what could he do to stop it now? He sighed brusquely, praying that nothing terrible was waiting for them on the other side.