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legionworld2016-07-15 10:24 pm
gildedgeneral) wrote in legionworld2016-07-15 10:24 pm
Entry tags:
getting used to the new environment
Who| Kozmotis, open!
What| New guy wandering aimlessly
Where| Various areas, observation deck
When| After the In Brightest Day plot
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Kozmotis didn't make a habit of waking up in places he didn't know, in realities he didn't know. The medics and officers had been kind enough to tell him where he was, that he was in another reality. The shape of the thoughts he had was unwelcoming, and he didn't know what he preferred.
Did he prefer to be a living relic of a Golden Age that had long since dissolved into ash and dust, so long ago now that no one recalled it?
Or did he prefer to be in a reality where the Empire he'd served so well for so long had never existed in the first place?
Stars, he didn't know.
Kozmotis drifted through the hallways in near silence, offering murmured greetings to the beings he passed by. He was caught up in his thoughts and in examining the technology that kept them here, drifting in the stars in an enclosed manner that he certainly wasn't used to. It was all so...clinical, cold. Nothing like the great golden sails of the galleons he was used to commanding.
His wandering feet took him eventually to the observation deck, and there he stayed for a while--the unobstructed view of the stars familiar and calming, even if he didn't know them yet from this angle.
What| New guy wandering aimlessly
Where| Various areas, observation deck
When| After the In Brightest Day plot
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Kozmotis didn't make a habit of waking up in places he didn't know, in realities he didn't know. The medics and officers had been kind enough to tell him where he was, that he was in another reality. The shape of the thoughts he had was unwelcoming, and he didn't know what he preferred.
Did he prefer to be a living relic of a Golden Age that had long since dissolved into ash and dust, so long ago now that no one recalled it?
Or did he prefer to be in a reality where the Empire he'd served so well for so long had never existed in the first place?
Stars, he didn't know.
Kozmotis drifted through the hallways in near silence, offering murmured greetings to the beings he passed by. He was caught up in his thoughts and in examining the technology that kept them here, drifting in the stars in an enclosed manner that he certainly wasn't used to. It was all so...clinical, cold. Nothing like the great golden sails of the galleons he was used to commanding.
His wandering feet took him eventually to the observation deck, and there he stayed for a while--the unobstructed view of the stars familiar and calming, even if he didn't know them yet from this angle.