Ship-Tag Capture || andiwillwalkoveryourcoldcorpses
Aiyanna sat in her captain's chair on the bridge listening to her crew banter a bit, legs crossed, in full dress. Her hair a tangled mess in a clip, her bangs split into separate spikes about her forehead, criss-crossing in every direction basically. A few men passed behind her, their footsteps light and uniform. 1, 2, 3, 4,...9 total alternated about the room space surrounding her before leaving the way they came, leaving the original members at their posts.
A few minutes later, the USS Matrix had gotten herself into a bit of debris; but no matter, whatever came their way was microscopic compared to the leviathan of a warship, anything that hit would bounce... The noise became a bit persistent, and finally the captain noticed another racket.. Soft, steady, nonuniform steps approached her seat. Calculating the man was about 6 feet tall, she craned her neck back and spotted a familiar face in a long trench-coat, the hood tucked in the collar of the jacket.
"Damn now...did you sleep well, Princess Aurora? Or are we still cranky and ready to throw a hissy-fit?"
