As Kipo and Nyx take in they’ve finally caught up, a manic, wild-furred squib races out of Engineering like his backside was on fire, or at least the parts he favored most. Gray-green fur was pointed in all sorts of directions, not to mention peeking out of holes in his tattered technician coveralls.
The wild look in his eyes told his story. It was a mixture of terror stirred energetically with the prospect of freedom and meeting new people, stirred frantically like an agitated cup of caf in a blender. The squib, came to a fast stop between Kipo and Nyx.
“Atmo! Losing Atmo!” He looked from Nyx to Kipo then pointed frantically with both hands in a direction deeper into the ship.
Which might have been more dramatic if he hadn’t pointed at a solid wall.
“SHE knows!” the squib managed to squeak out between gasps. Then, as if that one secure portion of his mind that still held manners, if not sanity, peeked out, he blinked at Nyx. As if he had just focused on her standing there.
“Oh, hello. Callan Gelfar, technician 9th class,” he said with a pleasant smile and nod.
But it wasn’t to last, as the wild look returned as if panic had ambushed the squib’s rational mind, tied it up, then tossed it into a nearby closet.
“This has to be because of *Her*!” Callan said with a knowing glance at Kipo. “She’ll send her troopers!”
Down the passageway behind Nyx, the ghostly, if not holographic, human technician in the ragged coveralls picked up his pace. Arms extended, he half-limped, half-ran toward the group. Mouth working slowly as if struggling to say a phrase, or perhaps a word.
Storyteller InstructionsIf ever I saw a chance for RP… I think this is it. So what do ya’ll do?