Zakalwe
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Aripael woke slowly from his sleep, his mind coming out of the realm of Morpheus slower than his body - he found himself staring at the battle scene above his head and as soon as he was capable of rational thought he regretted that he hadn't asked the ship to regulate his sleep. Simply from how his body felt he could tell he was awake at least an hour before he would have preferred - and now had not intention to sleep.
Sighing he got out of his bed and walked (naked, for like most Elysians he wore no clothes in bed) to one of his wardrobes where he took out his uniform as it was and slowly, meticulously, put it on.
Remiel had spent much of the night awake, huddled over a datapad, wrapped in his bedsheets, feverishly calculating performance estimates of the Crataeis. And why not? There were few ships this amazing, and yet this untested. He was quite eager to get the vessel underway. However, somewhere he had drifted to sleep. He knew this must have happened because he woke up, huddled over a datapad. And realized at once that he had not meant to fall asleep.
He rose, slowly, stretching arms and wings in one gesture, and quickly dressed himself in that blue-and-white uniform that had been known to cause insanity in lesser minds. With a glance towards his clock, he proceeded, in a relatively undignified hustle, towards the lounge.
Aripael checked over his uniform once more and then looked at himself in a full size mirror. He was ... acceptable, in his own opinion, as he corrected a stray piece of hair and improved his posture. Ready to face the day, he sat on the throne which was currently in the centre of his room, rode it down into the bridge - and from their walked to the lounge, before seeing Remiel initiating entry into the room.
"Good morning Pilot." He addressed him, in a traditionally crisp manner.
Remiel stopped and gave a low bow. "Good morning, Esteemed Senator." He didn't say anything more, deeming it best to speak when spoken to while dealing with his captain. He stepped aside to let the captain pass by and enter first, and waited until the captain had seated himself before making any such move of his own.
Aripael nodded in response and walked into the lounge, taking a seat on one of the arm-chairs within, "Will you join me, pilot? Since one of the few things we share seems to be sleeping irregularities.â€
Sighing he got out of his bed and walked (naked, for like most Elysians he wore no clothes in bed) to one of his wardrobes where he took out his uniform as it was and slowly, meticulously, put it on.
Remiel had spent much of the night awake, huddled over a datapad, wrapped in his bedsheets, feverishly calculating performance estimates of the Crataeis. And why not? There were few ships this amazing, and yet this untested. He was quite eager to get the vessel underway. However, somewhere he had drifted to sleep. He knew this must have happened because he woke up, huddled over a datapad. And realized at once that he had not meant to fall asleep.
He rose, slowly, stretching arms and wings in one gesture, and quickly dressed himself in that blue-and-white uniform that had been known to cause insanity in lesser minds. With a glance towards his clock, he proceeded, in a relatively undignified hustle, towards the lounge.
Aripael checked over his uniform once more and then looked at himself in a full size mirror. He was ... acceptable, in his own opinion, as he corrected a stray piece of hair and improved his posture. Ready to face the day, he sat on the throne which was currently in the centre of his room, rode it down into the bridge - and from their walked to the lounge, before seeing Remiel initiating entry into the room.
"Good morning Pilot." He addressed him, in a traditionally crisp manner.
Remiel stopped and gave a low bow. "Good morning, Esteemed Senator." He didn't say anything more, deeming it best to speak when spoken to while dealing with his captain. He stepped aside to let the captain pass by and enter first, and waited until the captain had seated himself before making any such move of his own.
Aripael nodded in response and walked into the lounge, taking a seat on one of the arm-chairs within, "Will you join me, pilot? Since one of the few things we share seems to be sleeping irregularities.â€
