<div style="text-align: center"><b>David King</b>​</div><br/>It had been a long day of preparation in the galley of Hope, an area that- for all intents and purposes- had come to be known as the Troll's Cave among some of the more mean-spirited crewmen and women of the massive ship. As Hope began it's preparations to touch down, David had already begun his duties for the day and was just finishing up with securing the last bits of loose cutlery when the final descent call came. It was then that he knew, everything not nailed to the wall or floor had to be secured as if the ship were about to explode, so as not to come loose during descent and potentially hurt someone. Realistically, the only two people the heavy cookware and utensils could hurt were David himself and Francesca, and frankly the giant had all but gotten used to the sting of an errant pan or stockpot thumping his skull.<br/><br/>David worked in silence, never once giving an indication that he was anything more than some sort of automaton, his large frame working meticulously to strap everything in place, his powerful muscles making the task seem trivial to any who would have seen him work. As Frankie strapped herself into a nearby seat for safety, David continued his task- a little bump here or there was nothing to the gentle giant.<br/><br/>When the ship finally touched down and stopped moving, it was as if (in David's mind at the least) the Old Deities of the Norse pantheon themselves could not contain the lightning speed at which Francesca left the galley. The behemoth of a man knew he would be called when all was well to come out and greet the planet they would call their new home, but for the time being.... David was content to wait and keep himself busy.<br/><br/>As David left the kitchen, his massive frame slowly lumbering back to his room, a small part inside of him couldn't help but break through the usual cloud of misery and numbness he felt. This part was something he hadn't felt in a while. How ironic that it would also be the very feeling for which the ship he had called home all his life.<br/><br/>It was Hope. Yet it was only a faint glimmer.<br/><br/><i>I can finally be free. I can just.... stop.</i>he thought, his inscrutable features betraying nothing of the turmoil in David's heart. Whereas the rest of the ship was alive with excitement in the the longest time anybody could remember, David's was the one soul onboard that could feel nothing. As he stepped into his room, David booted up a video on a personal vid-player and lied down on the massive bed that had to be jury-rigged for his extranormal size. As he watched the screen play the contents of the data file- something or other about a game called EVE they used to play in the 21st century- his thoughts turned to those whom he had been close to.<br/><br/><i>I wish dad were here to see this. He'd know what to say.</i>he thought, his eyes not paying attention to the video. "I miss you, Dad." he said aloud.