Arrival, I'm Home [Closed/Ayumu] Dec 5, 2016 17:37:17 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 17:37:17 GMT
Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Closer, closer it drew; the gravitational force making miniscule, almost impossible to notice chances to the ship as the kilometers above the surface dropped by ones, then tens, and numbers ever growing in size as the shipped dropped into the upper magnetosphere. Namorel felt a gently buzz in his inner ear as they did so, as it perhaps a feeling of returning home or merely the electromagnetic interference? He didn't know, but the feeling didn't last nearly long enough to present a threat or problem to the namekian, rather his mind was set on home. Walking from the rear bay, close to the gravity chamber he and Noxa had been in prior, he would head for the stern of the ship to find the control room and perhaps some instruments to read as they made their descent, his anticipation growing with each passing second they drew nearer to the blue grass of the green planet's surface.
As to where the elder human was, the namekian had no clue, rather hoping he was in the control room he made his way for, following the metal walls of the ship and running his hand across the cold material that the ship almost entirely composed of, it had been his first time on a ship in a very long time, ever since his escape form the planet, it was rather ironic really that his only other trip on one of these space faring ships would be to return to the home he left many months ago. Namorel felt a chill run down his spine as he traversed the hallway of the ship, it was less a feeling of fear or concern, but rather one of a forlorn nature. He had missed his home for so long and was finally getting to return, but was it the right thing to do...?
"Is it wrong to want to back out now? Or is it reasonable to feel this way after so long?"
The namekian asked himself out loud, unsure if anyone would hear him, but to him any answer would truly satisfy his whimsy. Rather he wanted to avoid his own verification as he knew the bias in his heart would drive him towards the potentially wrong route, he had been warned by Hana before hand, but was it more so a reminder of concern rather than a warning? For this part Namorel did not know, instead he stopped at the closest portcullis and peered through it towards the reaches of space, his weighted clothes pulling against him, still not feeling the same ever since the gravity training with the bio-android, Noxa, prior. He would shuffle his shoulders as a sign to this as he watched the green planet draw nearer, an odd combination of a smile and a frown marked the edges of his face, almost a face to signify stress rather than any other feeling he could vocally express by himself. Perhaps he would fins his answer on his home, turning from the portcullis to finally make his way to the control room.
KP: 3/3 [No Techs Used]