unrequxted
--- Another mission put to rest and Deimos was already making his way back into the deeper parts of the ship and away from the hangers. Fighting was what he was supposed to be good at (hence his occupational name here) but it was nothing more than idle play in most situations.
For Deimos, the more stressing and harder things to face lay inside the confines of the ship and not outside in the unknown hollows of space.
Pacing through the outstretched hallways and making swift turns, he eventually reached the elevator that would take him back to some ease. It was not empty. The man sighed internally and stepped inside the elevator all the same, hoping; praying that it would be a quiet ride back up. Besides, it was just Praxis’ Navigator- the guy seemed pretty harmless just... loud.
