RP: Why does the universe hate me
Blakk was strapped securely into the jump seat, the cargo pod shaking around him and occasionally hitting what felt like freefall in extreme turbulence. Thankfully, he’d already taken motion sickness medication - though he wasn’t prone, he was glad for it this time. This entire mission was going to be terrible.
His experimental suit kept him warm in the dark box. Equipped with gliding flaps, he was prepared to operate -and escape from - extreme heights. Specially articulated boots and gloves equipped with long, delicate-looking, but very strong, claws would help him attain purchase on all but the smoothest surfaces.
He waited. Finally, with a jarring, teeth-rattling thump, everything stilled. Blakk tugged his helmet on. A small, green light blinked on and he heard a chime in the earpiece. Blakk shuffled to the hatch, the suit much more mobile and flexible that he had thought on first glance, and keyed it open.
Inside a half-open travelling pack, a small lockbox, the type someone might use to hand-carry a small, valuable item or a payment in hard credits, popped open. Out clambered a tiny Kashyykk flying mouse, clinging to the edges of the box with tiny little claws, large dark eyes surveying its surroundings and ears swivelling to pick up the smallest noise.
Blakk hated his life, the new technology, and the insane Intel scientist who insisted Blakk field test it.
(Introducing Omega Blakk, Rescue Ranger. I blame @unconqueredcats for all of this. :P )
