Juleean wasn’t one for waking up late, if he ever slept at all. Groggily he pulled his pants up from his knees groaning at the discomfort, looking longingly towards his suit of combat armour, woven mesh meant to stop bullets had been crafted to resemble the likeness of treebark and animal furs. His room on the ship, the medical station, was sparsely equipped with anything besides medical supplies, happily whistling a tune he checked to make sure his door was still shut not wanting the rest of the crew to hear the tune he was so cheerfully playing back to himself. Reaching for the bottle he had been sipping at all night he carefully clipped a leaf from one of the many plants which were scattered around the room. Even in space it seemed you could not get away from nature, the space Juleean called his room was overflowing with foliage, it looked like some human drug grow op in between these four walls. The medical tech was carefully separated from the bio organic medical supplies he was currently growing. Refilling the canisters in the painkiller needles and setting back up his room so that if one of the engineers who kept this ship floating ever got hurt he would be ready, luckily he hadn’t had the excuse to test how strong these primates are. Honestly he doubted they were much more intelligent than the primates on their home planets, it made Juleean pity them slightly.<br/><br/><br/>Taking a surprisingly long pull from his bottle, he set it down with a clink and lifted up his plant to join it’s brothers and sisters on a shelf before turning to a cactus of some sort, it’s spines reacting to his touch by angling towards him. Wiping his eyes and sitting down in a computer chair Juleean pushed himself back over to his bed, looking over the mess he had made from the fitful minutes long sleep he had the night before, sheets torn and thrown across the room his beeding pulls and tossed every which direction. It was honestly a surprise he hadn’t broken anything. Reaching for his glass trying to calm the memories of the night terrors hours and hours before  he looked at the bottle and noticed it was empty.<br/><br/><br/>His eye twitched and he threw the bottle across the room with a loud crash, it shattered. “Fucking worthless piece of-” He stopped himself and kicked over his trash can, which had many dents in it’s structure. Groaning he bent over to pick it back up and start loading jagged glass piece after jagged glass piece into it. Flat feet padding across his floor once he was done angrily looking around in his cabin’s fridge for another drink he slammed the door shut once he saw nothing else to pour down his throat.<br/><br/><br/>Opening the door he was bombarded by the ship’s artificial intelligence singing along to some earthy song. “I’ll kill it some day, I don’t know how, But I’ll kill it.” From inside his room the speaker which would normally allow the A.I to talk to him and play this music to wake him up had been ripped out of the wall and smashed, it now vaguely played some static but the speaker was too far gone to play any music. Pushing his way through his half drunk state to the kitchen, looking at the others and giving them a respectful, if not a little hate filled grunt. The others had seen him like this before, if you don’t fuck with Juleean he won’t break your arms next time you come in with a papercut. Honestly he wasn’t that bad if you talked to him correctly. Suck up your own pride and get down on your knees, stroke his ego and he’s like puddy in your hands, but when he doesn’t have enough to drink or he’s had too much to drink, being around him is like playing russian roulette with a fully automatic machine gun.<br/><br/><br/>Juleean wore only his simple black sweatpants, no socks, shoes or a shirt. It was quite a sight but the thought of his attitude soured the view. Taking out three beers with a moose on their logo, some northern earth drink he had taken a liking to and went to the coffee maker. Pulling on a lever and picking up the plastic cup in his free hand he yawned. Walking across the room and sitting down at a table putting the cup of coffee in front of Tessy he sat down and popped open a bottle off his finger. The clink of the cap hitting the table was the only sound he made before he started to drink, trying to get as much into one mouthful as he could before putting all three bottles on the table. He seemed to be in a more pleasant mood now.  “If it sings another song I’m opening the airlock, it will be a mercy.” Knowing the girl in front of him also didn’t care for the singing of the robot.<br/><br/><br/>To be honest though Juleean didn’t hate the robot, he rather liked it, some sort of man made animal, some form of life that he wasn’t used to, it lead to all new sorts of possibilities and though many others of his race might think it blasphemy he saw it as an opportunity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>