Re: [Mission 19.2A] Evidence (HX-12 II NMX Base)
It had been nearly a year since Armundo last saw the Eucharis. His request for additional training had been processed with great efficiency..almost too efficiently, but never the less, it was a great opportunity to lean skills that would make him a actual asset to the ship and crew, rather then a convenient commodity.
To say that he was nervous on his approach to the ship was..not exactly accurate..especially since his head was lolled back in his seat, mouth open as he snored gently, a bit of drool gathering at the corner of his mouth. Nervous and anxious were two words that were not readily used when describing Armundo. There were very few things that could shake his continence and this was not one of them.
As the shuttle landed with a gentle thud, the great Nepleslian would sit up, rubbing his red eyes as they opened, blinking a few times. He was slouched forward in his seat, his long legs sticking out into the aisle a bit. Groggily, he unfastened his restraints and stood up. The cabin resounded with a hollow THUD, as Armundo's head met with a chromed carrying case located under his duffel bag, knocking his hat clean off his head
""Gahouwch ! cried he, rubbing his dark haired head vigorously, feeling a knot forming on his skull. It was the same sad tale of a tall Nepleslian serving in a navy made for those who were generally shorter then he "" Jheeez." he added, a tear forming at the edge of his eye as he reached up, pulling duffel back and slightly dented metal case from the overhead storage.
Making his way off the shuttle, he replaced his hat gingerly, waddling his way slowly out in unison with the others. He wasn't sure how he wanted to feel about returning to his old ship..and as a Medic no less. He would certainly be a more integral part of the ship now..though part of him hoped that his new skill set wouldn't be desperately needed anytime soon...