06-01-2024, 07:36 PM
So much for being punctual...
Altairi stood before the mess hall doors, just out of the proximity sensor's view. He patted furiously at the sides of his pants and jacket, lips forming into a grimace when he noticed the grease stain on his sleeve. He'd spent a solid thirty minutes locked in his quarters, tearing apart and putting a busted door control module together again, then some ten minutes running to the mess hall. Not for one second did the thought of putting on a fresh uniform strike his mind.
So here he was--not very fashionable, and very late.
He fell into a brisk walk once the doors opened, making his way to his seat and hoping no one would pay much attention to him.
There was a familiar tension in the air around the table. It seemed like Braggins had already delivered her mission briefing and, judging by some of the faces he saw gathered around, it'd been worrying as usual.
Good timing... Good.... timing.
Altairi stood before the mess hall doors, just out of the proximity sensor's view. He patted furiously at the sides of his pants and jacket, lips forming into a grimace when he noticed the grease stain on his sleeve. He'd spent a solid thirty minutes locked in his quarters, tearing apart and putting a busted door control module together again, then some ten minutes running to the mess hall. Not for one second did the thought of putting on a fresh uniform strike his mind.
So here he was--not very fashionable, and very late.
He fell into a brisk walk once the doors opened, making his way to his seat and hoping no one would pay much attention to him.
There was a familiar tension in the air around the table. It seemed like Braggins had already delivered her mission briefing and, judging by some of the faces he saw gathered around, it'd been worrying as usual.
Good timing... Good.... timing.