Red would not have bothered leaving his cot today if it hadnt been for the terrible crash that threw his body to the ground. The loud thud of his body hitting the floor was followed by the quite russle of his sheets and a succesion of cracking as his belongings found themselves being pulled to the hardwood floor. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes, still not capable of rationalizing what was going on. The second tremor sent him floating inches above the ground and shocked him into full consiousness an instant before he smashed back down on the hardwood floor.<br/><br/>"Fuck this shit." He growled, feeling the sting of his face and body, pushing his face from the wooden floor slowly. Red then cast his eyes around the small cabin, clicking his tongue against his teeth in disapproval. He had just finished putting up all his belongings, and now they lay scattered, broken, and disheveled all across the ground.<br/><br/>He started to think about what could be happening. Maybe one of the engines gave out? Really bad turbulence? An nagae attack? By what ever gods would listen, he hated ships. So many bad things could happen, and its not like you can run anywhere, for heavens sake you are in the middle of the sky. Disdainfully, he thought of the wretched draft that put him on this wretched contraption. He growled again, a low sound erupting from deep in his throat, it barely seemed human.<br/><br/>Carefully he stood, adjusting his stance in preperation for another violent tremor. He moved slowly as he gathered his uniform, wrinkled from being dashed to the floor, and dressed himself. He heard a voice on the echopipes just as he pulled his shirt over his head and thought it wise to grab his saber. Well, at least he now knew it was an attack. He swore under his breath.<br/><br/>After strapping the sword onto his belt he chanced to look outside the window. Red sighed, seeing the vessel flying alongside the Steam, his violet colored eyes scanning the many nagae already slithering along their decks in full armor. He calmly fan his fingers through his thick, jet-black hair, knowing that very very soon that the Steam would be in deep trouble. Without a second glance he turned around and and walked down the halls towards the main deck.<br/><br/>He walked silently, keeping his dark thoughts and obscenities to himself, eyeing the other personell warily, with one hand on the hilt of his weapon. As soon as he walked into the frigid, thin sky air, he noticed a shadow darken the main deck. Curiously, he looked up and saw the bottom of the enemy vessel, and saw the thick cords falling from their decks to rest upon the Steam's.<br/><br/>Red stared up quitely. If he felt any fear it did not show on his handsome face. He only shook his head and tied his lenghty hair into a neat bun, and removed the many peircings from his ears calmly, almost serenely. He unsheathed his shimmereing saber and mummbled under his breath, "Here goes."