I. Roomies? As unsure as he was about all of this space stuff, it was rather nice to not have to worry about Shinra asking him to do things he was uncomfortable with. Didn't take away the things he'd already done, but way out here he thinks he can try to put it behind him and have better control over the things he does and why he does them.
First off was housing. There were a great variety of people around that didn't seem to be from home, and that was comforting until he realizes he'll have to share a room with one or two others. Seems like he's the first in his assigned unit, so he takes one of the lower bunks, claiming it simply by having a seat, then testing it out. Within minutes he's sound asleep--at least until he hears footsteps approaching.
Rude sits up quickly, bumps his head on the way to standing, and swears pretty loud before finally extending a gloved hand to the stranger. "It seems like we'll be room mates."
II. First Mission There were whispers about whether or not they were deployed to the right side of this conflict, and the more he digs into it, the more questionable it seems. On one hand he's used to doing what was expected of him for a paycheck--professionalism, all of that. On the other, he'd thought he left that sort of thing behind him in Midgar. Rude isn't sure he can go back to that here.
Even before the mission was given, they'd been promised good pay, and as it stands he's short on space funds, so the real decision is a hard one to make. Continue down the same path he left behind him, or let his morals dictate his actions. He's completely on the fence with this, and could use a push in either direction. Strangely enough he does miss that about being a Turk already. Taking orders is just so much more simple than having to decide what to do on his own.
"What are you planning to do about all this?" He'll ask the nearest comrade before making up his own mind about it. What harm could it do?
III. Network (un:rude) I'm in search of a sparring partner. I haven't gotten the chance to visit the holodeck just yet, but if I can interest anyone in some friendly weapons-free combat, do let me know.
IV. Wildcard (Why not? I'm down for something random.)
Rude | FF7r
As unsure as he was about all of this space stuff, it was rather nice to not have to worry about Shinra asking him to do things he was uncomfortable with. Didn't take away the things he'd already done, but way out here he thinks he can try to put it behind him and have better control over the things he does and why he does them.
First off was housing. There were a great variety of people around that didn't seem to be from home, and that was comforting until he realizes he'll have to share a room with one or two others. Seems like he's the first in his assigned unit, so he takes one of the lower bunks, claiming it simply by having a seat, then testing it out. Within minutes he's sound asleep--at least until he hears footsteps approaching.
Rude sits up quickly, bumps his head on the way to standing, and swears pretty loud before finally extending a gloved hand to the stranger. "It seems like we'll be room mates."
II. First Mission
There were whispers about whether or not they were deployed to the right side of this conflict, and the more he digs into it, the more questionable it seems. On one hand he's used to doing what was expected of him for a paycheck--professionalism, all of that. On the other, he'd thought he left that sort of thing behind him in Midgar. Rude isn't sure he can go back to that here.
Even before the mission was given, they'd been promised good pay, and as it stands he's short on space funds, so the real decision is a hard one to make. Continue down the same path he left behind him, or let his morals dictate his actions. He's completely on the fence with this, and could use a push in either direction. Strangely enough he does miss that about being a Turk already. Taking orders is just so much more simple than having to decide what to do on his own.
"What are you planning to do about all this?" He'll ask the nearest comrade before making up his own mind about it. What harm could it do?
III. Network (un:rude)
I'm in search of a sparring partner.
I haven't gotten the chance to visit the holodeck just yet, but if I can interest anyone in some friendly weapons-free combat, do let me know.
IV. Wildcard
(Why not? I'm down for something random.)