If there was one thing Ricky was good at: it was stashing alcohol.
Whether it was because of adventures as a young child to hide small portions of his father's liqour cabinet for later enjoyment, or just the fact that he was a Nepleslian, wasn't clearly defined. Regardless of why, he had, and he had been in his quarters enjoying four digits of rum. While he did that, he leafed idely through a book discussing various principals of space-based commercial flight. He was pondering, to be honest, feeling so out-of-place in a war not his own, surrounded by men not of his country, and without a sense of purpose outside of: fly and fight. It was -- disheartening, to say the least. The young pilot felt more than just a little out of his element. Maybe his mom and dad were -- no, mom and dad had never been right. Never. With that decisively final thought in mind, Ricky had downed the remains of his drink just as the call for the briefing had been announced over the speakers.
Making his way for the bridge, he had missed Silic's display, as well as coming in just at the end of his superior's angry and explosive protest at the behavior of two other members of the unit. He performed an appropriate bow.
"I apologize for being late." He began, "I got here as quick as I could."
With that, he moved to take a seat.
Whether it was because of adventures as a young child to hide small portions of his father's liqour cabinet for later enjoyment, or just the fact that he was a Nepleslian, wasn't clearly defined. Regardless of why, he had, and he had been in his quarters enjoying four digits of rum. While he did that, he leafed idely through a book discussing various principals of space-based commercial flight. He was pondering, to be honest, feeling so out-of-place in a war not his own, surrounded by men not of his country, and without a sense of purpose outside of: fly and fight. It was -- disheartening, to say the least. The young pilot felt more than just a little out of his element. Maybe his mom and dad were -- no, mom and dad had never been right. Never. With that decisively final thought in mind, Ricky had downed the remains of his drink just as the call for the briefing had been announced over the speakers.
Making his way for the bridge, he had missed Silic's display, as well as coming in just at the end of his superior's angry and explosive protest at the behavior of two other members of the unit. He performed an appropriate bow.
"I apologize for being late." He began, "I got here as quick as I could."
With that, he moved to take a seat.