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“Hey, cap’n’port! What do we know about cycle thirty seven? Anything interesting down there yet?” Taako leaned his elbows on the back of the captain’s chair, his chin resting in his hands and a bored, maybe a little tired expression on his face, “Just that, after all the fighting last year I could do with a whole year of napping, you feel that?” He added, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the gnome, before turning his attention to the window that allowed him to look out over the new land they had encountered only days before.
It seemed fairly uninhabited, no tall buildings, a lot of trees and greenery, but they couldn’t be certain until they found something or until they were able to land, they all knew the drill by now, but Taako was feeling a little more uncomfortable than usual, for no particular reason much more than it was taking a little longer than usual and he was bored, so if bothering the captain was going to ease his boredom somewhat then it was what he had to do.
“I’m not seeing much yet,” Davenport admits. They’re on their fourth fly-over of the planet. He changes his orbit slightly with every pass, hoping to see something new, but he hasn’t been able to spot so much as a scrap of civilization. They usually at least catch a passing glimpse of the light falling by now, even if it falls somewhere on the other hemisphere it’ll usually at least leave a light trail for a few minutes, long enough for them to at least take note of the general area it fell in, but so far... nothing.
Sighing, he turns around in his seat and rubs his hands over his face. He’s been at the helm for four days straight now. He always pushes it when they’re first looking for the light, taking micronaps in his chair when he can catch them, but if there aren’t any people in this world anyway, it might not be worth it to make himself sick over waiting for the stupid thing to fall. He tries not to be jaded about it, but sometimes calculated losses have to be part of the game plan, or they’ll never be able to stock up enough energy to really fight when they need to.
“You’d lose your mind within a week of doing nothing, anyway,” he says conversationally, propping his knees on his elbows. “I’m not noticing any signs of people so far, so we might have a lot of hunting and gathering to do. Busywork isn’t the most enriching, but it’s a nice change of pace from last year.”
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