<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32"><div style="text-align: center"><a class="link link--external" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbwjr1BdII1ql2q19o1_500.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>Ozias Kristovanich.</b></a>​</div></span><br/><br/>Ozzy tried his best to keep his balance as the ship suddenly rocked and shook on it's way down to foreign lands. He'd been dreaming of this day for nineteen years now, the entire population of this ship was. Fortunately for him, he had the job that got him out of that piece of metal and on foreign grounds before the rest. He could not hold his excitement back, ignoring all the falling plants from his shelves that broke upon landing, and just focusing on finding all his equipment and gear, and prepping it for the destined moment. The soldiers' ground captain was coming any minute now to lead them outside, and he was not one to be disobeyed. Not that Ozias had any desire to disobey in the first place, he wanted nothing more than to get out of that room and onto the ground. The pictures and movies were not enough anymore. The history textbooks only dated back so much, and their knowledge and teachings of what earth looked like thousands of years ago were dated. Not only that, but this planet had no guarantees to be exactly like earth. It was in a different part of the Galaxy entirely, and it was up to the soldiers to cover that ground and learn it, making it safe for everyone else...making it safe for<i>her. </i><br/><br/>The thought of Jane made him pause a moment to think. Knowing her, she would be worried sick about him and probably try and keep him from going. He smiled at the thought, his heart beating a little faster as her image came into his mind. He'd known her since they were babies, learning to walk together, kindergarten together, everything. She'd never left his side, and as they grew so did their feelings and intimacy...and to this day, he thought, every time he thought of her, his heart raced no better than a virgin bride. He loved her, yet this was important. This was something she could not talk him out of. He strapped on his boots and laced them, then his pants and sealed them tight. He opened a drawer and grabbed his knives, equipping them onto his pants where they were supposed to go. He took out his armor and threw it on the bed, walking over to his closet next to grab his rifle. Bullets weren't really used anymore, but before he could equip anything else he heard the ring of the door bell. He sighed with a smile crawling up his lips, not even having time to put on a shirt before she was already at his door.<br/><br/>He walked over and pressed a button at the side of the door, letting it slide open and revealing him standing by it. There was an instant wiff of Cannabis that nearly burst out of the room, which was a complete and utter disaster. Partially because of the landing, and partially because he threw everything everywhere to get ready. He smiled at her, shirtless and half dressed for battle.<br/><br/>"Are you going to come in, or stand there looking at me with those eyes that I can't stand...you know more than anyone how much I hate it when you make that look, I feel like dropping everything in the world just to get it off of your face."<br/><br/>He smiled a little more, and took her hand to pull her in, letting the door slide shut behind her.