The Artist
It was a queer feeling, waking up on the cold metallic floor of Cale’s StarThrust Fast Courier. Aleksandr never thought he would say it, but he missed the ramshackle hovel he’d slept in back on Cadomai. More than anything, he missed home.
Sitting up slowly, Aleks pondered what that statement even meant anymore. Where was home to him? The place he rested his head at night? In that case he was home already. Surrounded by half-strangers that he knew virtually nothing about. What a warm home indeed.
His stomach grumbled as he lost himself in meaningless thought. Suddenly there were more pressing issues for Aleksandr to attend to. He was hungry, and rectifying that was at the top of his priorities. The street rat pushed himself to his feet, light blue eyes scanned the dimly lit starship that he’d been sleeping in.
Now if I were a grumpy old spacer, where would I keep my grub? Aleks thought to himself silently. Cale couldn’t just refuel in odd dive bars on the fringe of the galaxy. The boy just had to figure out where he kept his food.
Down the hall a small flickering light caught Aleksandr’s attention. It glowed blue faintly, outlining a rectangular shape with two handlebars on the top and bottom level. A conservator. He smirked and pulled on the lower of the two handles, hoping to find something good to eat. His glee quickly faded as his eyes settled upon crates and crates of ration bars, each wrapped neatly in beige and blue paper. He rumbled through the boxes with urgency, but no matter how many nutrient bars he upended an endless supply of more took their place. Glumly, Aleksandr grabbed a fistful of ration bars and slammed the conservator shut, retreating back to the room from which he came. The bars all bore a flavor printed in Galactic Basic on the packaging. Some simply had ‘Meat’ written on them, others read ‘Fruit’ or ‘Grain’. The thief settled for a fruit variant, ripping off the paper covering and hesitantly scarfing down a chunk of the ration bar. It was chewy and wet and mushy, overall entirely unpleasant, but it had been made for consumption. He finished the bar he opened with a grimace, then turned to his side to the boy that slept not too far from him.
Hector Vale
still slumbered away nearby, Aleksandr scooped up a meat ration bar and threw it at the unconscious teen haphazardly.
“Breakfast.” He said with a feigned smile. “They’re not blue milk pancakes but,” He shrugged to himself. “Cale was fresh out.”
The force sensitive marched over to the captain's cabin, knocking thrice rapidly to wake the spacer.
“Tell me you’ve got food here other than meat flavored ration bars!” Aleks complained through the door.
Cale Gunderson
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Ronan Calore
Sitting up slowly, Aleks pondered what that statement even meant anymore. Where was home to him? The place he rested his head at night? In that case he was home already. Surrounded by half-strangers that he knew virtually nothing about. What a warm home indeed.
His stomach grumbled as he lost himself in meaningless thought. Suddenly there were more pressing issues for Aleksandr to attend to. He was hungry, and rectifying that was at the top of his priorities. The street rat pushed himself to his feet, light blue eyes scanned the dimly lit starship that he’d been sleeping in.
Now if I were a grumpy old spacer, where would I keep my grub? Aleks thought to himself silently. Cale couldn’t just refuel in odd dive bars on the fringe of the galaxy. The boy just had to figure out where he kept his food.
Down the hall a small flickering light caught Aleksandr’s attention. It glowed blue faintly, outlining a rectangular shape with two handlebars on the top and bottom level. A conservator. He smirked and pulled on the lower of the two handles, hoping to find something good to eat. His glee quickly faded as his eyes settled upon crates and crates of ration bars, each wrapped neatly in beige and blue paper. He rumbled through the boxes with urgency, but no matter how many nutrient bars he upended an endless supply of more took their place. Glumly, Aleksandr grabbed a fistful of ration bars and slammed the conservator shut, retreating back to the room from which he came. The bars all bore a flavor printed in Galactic Basic on the packaging. Some simply had ‘Meat’ written on them, others read ‘Fruit’ or ‘Grain’. The thief settled for a fruit variant, ripping off the paper covering and hesitantly scarfing down a chunk of the ration bar. It was chewy and wet and mushy, overall entirely unpleasant, but it had been made for consumption. He finished the bar he opened with a grimace, then turned to his side to the boy that slept not too far from him.
Hector Vale
still slumbered away nearby, Aleksandr scooped up a meat ration bar and threw it at the unconscious teen haphazardly.“Breakfast.” He said with a feigned smile. “They’re not blue milk pancakes but,” He shrugged to himself. “Cale was fresh out.”
The force sensitive marched over to the captain's cabin, knocking thrice rapidly to wake the spacer.
“Tell me you’ve got food here other than meat flavored ration bars!” Aleks complained through the door.
Cale Gunderson
|
Ronan Calore
