The ship rocked back and forth for the second time and Daigan clung to a nearby handhold. It would usually be meant for getting around the ship in zero-g situations, but under the current circumstances it was the closest thing to fasten himself to. After suffering a few bumps and bruises and falling to the floor, he picked himself up to check if his companion, Candance, was all right. His head throbbed as he got to his feet and something told him that he suffered an injury. He brought his hand to his head and found a coat of blood when he retracted it. Daigan couldn't help thinking that this was not the best way to start this endeavor, but he had to persevere. Once up he pushed the dull ached into the back of his mind, thankful it seemed to be just a small cut, and approached Candance.<br/><br/>"I suppose you were right. It rocked a little than I would have assumed. Did they just ram something?" He responded as he helped her up.<br/><br/>His voice sounded so strange to him, like a stranger bringing his thoughts to life. Even his body felt strange to him. Everything was different, everything felt as if it wasn't his. The last thing he could clearly remember was his father. The memories replayed over and over in his mind. The shadow that filled the sky, the unidentifiable crafts that attacked his colony, and the look on his father's face as he died. All before one of those disc shaped crafts closed in on him, and then there was nothing. Complete and utter nothing. Until he awoke in the desolate storage room of a poverty stricken refuge. Since his escape from that planet, and after stealing supplies and nearly getting killed, he had barely had time to groom his appearance. He did take the time, however, to cut the long and disheveled hair that grew in his mental absence. After being meticulous with a razor sharp blade, he was left with short matted hair and an unkempt and uneven beard. The rest of his body was inpeak physical condition though, save the odd symmetrical scars that laced his body.<br/><br/>Metal sliding on metal brought Daigan back to the present. The ship jerked once more and a few panels began sparking out. Thankfully the skills of engineering his father taught him stuck and he swiftly assessed the damage and repaired what he could. Once that was accomplished Daigan's ice blue eyes found Candance's.<br/><br/>"How long are we staying in the open?" he asked growing anxious.<br/><br/>Daigan grabbed his knife and crouched in a defensive position in front of Candance, waiting for her move.