LSDF Akahar, Deck 3 Corridors
As the sounds of footsteps faded rapidly following the departure of Listener, Widow, Pitch, and the Chaplain on their way to secure the Armory, he found that a moment of paradoxical relief, and nervous tension, had settled over him as he gathered the medical supplies that the Chief Medical Officer had pointed out. With the knowledge that their group was halved, the consequence of their reduced ability to keep watch, and defend themselves in the event of trouble, was prominent in Glacier's mind, especially given the unknown status of the ship and the nagging feeling that he hadn't been given enough information to properly handle the situation.
Thankfully, the trip from the Medical Bay to the Bridge proved uneventful. Waiting patiently for the door to open, Medical Generators and other minor supplies in arm he looked behind their group, his eyes sweeping the empty corridor trying to pick out any slight movement or discrepancy. The tension dispelling somewhat at the sound of the door opening, Glacier happily backed into the room following after his companions and finally relaxed his vigil as the door to the Bridge once again sealed.
Feeling a sensation of security wash over himself, Glacier stiffened momentarily as he realized that he had allowed himself to relax, and quickly struggled to crush the feeling putting himself back on alert, reminding himself that until the threat was either contained or eliminated on the Akahar, and the situation returned to one of peace, nothing was truly safe. Chiding himself for the momentary naivete Glacier took a breath before turning to the rest of the room.
His attention turned now to those around him, Glacier quickly took note of the Chief Medical Officer's actions and in turn looked about the room for similar areas where power access was available allowing him to, a moment later carefully set down his burden, laying out the generators, and the small collection of other supplies nearby, to be attended by the Medical Officer whose judgement would be better applied to the supplies. With his burden relieved Glacier reached behind his back, before fussing with the clip that had affixed his Ek'yra to his waist, retrieving it and starting to look it over. Ensuring that his weapon was in good order, he noted that his actions had been motivated more out of a need to have peace of mind, than any real worry that the short journey clipped to his belt had done anything real to the weapon.
His worries temporarily placated, Glacier turned his attention to the crew around him observing their actions and identities as he wondered what their strengths and weaknesses were, as well as how they might be useful in the hours or possibly days to come.
His eyes having caught momentarily on the video feeds, Glacier tore himself out of the distraction at the sound of a voice. Catching part of the whisper only barely audible, he listened to the gossip wondering what 'she' referred to, as well as why something would be on the ship that had the described traits of being able to move as a blur, or like an animal. Instead of the answers he craved however, Glacier was distressed to note that the whispers had turned to the subject of the new arrivals, himself included.
Wanting to ignore the wave and silent greeting as he had no intention of socializing with the crew at the present moment, Glacier managed to return a slight nod of acknowledgement, not wanting to seem completely rude.
A moment later, his attention was directed elsewhere as another of the native crew arrived, a Fyunnen woman, quickly determined to be injured. Wondering pensively as to whether her actions, checking, and rechecking her wound were attributed to some tangible threat, or whether it were simply a facet of their personality; Glacier made note of the reaction all the same as his mind began to question what was truly going on aboard the Akahar.
Almost immediately after he was distracted from his pensive state by the arrival of an orange haired Helashio burdened by baggage that Glacier assumed had been retrieved from the shuttle. Taking a moment to address this new development in his mind, he wondered after the reason for the retrieval given the circumstances, as unless he was mistaken their abandoned possessions were largely irrelevant.
As he entertained his new line of thought, Glacier was surprised to feel his wings and back touch into a corner of the bridge. Resisting the urge to lean and rest against the wall, knowing that the momentary relaxation would do him no favors he instead looked about the room, noting with amusement that he had subconsciously drifted to a position where he could observe the room while keeping his back theoretically safe. Taking half a step away from the corner he shifted his wings stretching them slightly in order to hide the initally nervous action and adjusted the grip on his Ek'yra sincerely hoping that he was getting worked up over a minor event.
As the sounds of footsteps faded rapidly following the departure of Listener, Widow, Pitch, and the Chaplain on their way to secure the Armory, he found that a moment of paradoxical relief, and nervous tension, had settled over him as he gathered the medical supplies that the Chief Medical Officer had pointed out. With the knowledge that their group was halved, the consequence of their reduced ability to keep watch, and defend themselves in the event of trouble, was prominent in Glacier's mind, especially given the unknown status of the ship and the nagging feeling that he hadn't been given enough information to properly handle the situation.
Thankfully, the trip from the Medical Bay to the Bridge proved uneventful. Waiting patiently for the door to open, Medical Generators and other minor supplies in arm he looked behind their group, his eyes sweeping the empty corridor trying to pick out any slight movement or discrepancy. The tension dispelling somewhat at the sound of the door opening, Glacier happily backed into the room following after his companions and finally relaxed his vigil as the door to the Bridge once again sealed.
Feeling a sensation of security wash over himself, Glacier stiffened momentarily as he realized that he had allowed himself to relax, and quickly struggled to crush the feeling putting himself back on alert, reminding himself that until the threat was either contained or eliminated on the Akahar, and the situation returned to one of peace, nothing was truly safe. Chiding himself for the momentary naivete Glacier took a breath before turning to the rest of the room.
His attention turned now to those around him, Glacier quickly took note of the Chief Medical Officer's actions and in turn looked about the room for similar areas where power access was available allowing him to, a moment later carefully set down his burden, laying out the generators, and the small collection of other supplies nearby, to be attended by the Medical Officer whose judgement would be better applied to the supplies. With his burden relieved Glacier reached behind his back, before fussing with the clip that had affixed his Ek'yra to his waist, retrieving it and starting to look it over. Ensuring that his weapon was in good order, he noted that his actions had been motivated more out of a need to have peace of mind, than any real worry that the short journey clipped to his belt had done anything real to the weapon.
His worries temporarily placated, Glacier turned his attention to the crew around him observing their actions and identities as he wondered what their strengths and weaknesses were, as well as how they might be useful in the hours or possibly days to come.
His eyes having caught momentarily on the video feeds, Glacier tore himself out of the distraction at the sound of a voice. Catching part of the whisper only barely audible, he listened to the gossip wondering what 'she' referred to, as well as why something would be on the ship that had the described traits of being able to move as a blur, or like an animal. Instead of the answers he craved however, Glacier was distressed to note that the whispers had turned to the subject of the new arrivals, himself included.
Wanting to ignore the wave and silent greeting as he had no intention of socializing with the crew at the present moment, Glacier managed to return a slight nod of acknowledgement, not wanting to seem completely rude.
A moment later, his attention was directed elsewhere as another of the native crew arrived, a Fyunnen woman, quickly determined to be injured. Wondering pensively as to whether her actions, checking, and rechecking her wound were attributed to some tangible threat, or whether it were simply a facet of their personality; Glacier made note of the reaction all the same as his mind began to question what was truly going on aboard the Akahar.
Almost immediately after he was distracted from his pensive state by the arrival of an orange haired Helashio burdened by baggage that Glacier assumed had been retrieved from the shuttle. Taking a moment to address this new development in his mind, he wondered after the reason for the retrieval given the circumstances, as unless he was mistaken their abandoned possessions were largely irrelevant.
As he entertained his new line of thought, Glacier was surprised to feel his wings and back touch into a corner of the bridge. Resisting the urge to lean and rest against the wall, knowing that the momentary relaxation would do him no favors he instead looked about the room, noting with amusement that he had subconsciously drifted to a position where he could observe the room while keeping his back theoretically safe. Taking half a step away from the corner he shifted his wings stretching them slightly in order to hide the initally nervous action and adjusted the grip on his Ek'yra sincerely hoping that he was getting worked up over a minor event.
