<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/C2kHdWN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lysander Colebrand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16087910#msg16087910)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>11 March, 1400<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Odyssey Docking Bay<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making friends  ::)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Sybil<br/><hr/><br/>Out of the corner of his non-existent eyes was a pink blur. For a moment, Ly glanced over to it (even though there was no clear evidence of such action) and noticed that a<em>woman</em>was waving in his direction. The engineer’s fingers ceased moving on the keyboard, causing it to vanish from lack of stimulation. He then turned his head toward her, the orange gleam from the energy line passing across his visor becoming prominent. Was she waving at…he used every muscle in his neck and every neuron in his brain to resist the idiotic action of looking over his other shoulder. Who else was suspended on a platform in the air? She was clearly waving at him—so he thought until he heard a low hum next to his ear.<br/><br/>Ly’s head snapped over his shoulder to see a massive black eye with a red iris staring at him. It had little panels splayed like dog ears that were keeping it afloat. Ly’s lips pressed into a frown, and the droid’s eye started to flicker before it went out and its ears collapsed. The robot fell out of the sky like a stone, and its owner quickly sprinted to catch it. A man in a Navy-blue jump suit, similar to what Ly was wearing, dove through the air like a wide receiver, caught the droid, and rolled.<br/><br/>“What the fuck man?” the other engineer cursed. “What did Prosey (Procyon) do to you?”<br/><br/>“<em>Prosey?</em>” Ly repeated with an arched brow. “You need to keep that space invader (not the alien kind) on a fuckin’ leash. It could have startled me, and I could have fallen to my fuckin’ death. Then the Odyssey would be one engineer down. Great start for a journey that hasn’t even started yet!”<br/><br/>The other engineer stood, cradling the spherical droid in his arms like a precious item. “Yeah well…” He had a point, but he didn’t need to be a dick about it. “You didn’t…” he muttered weakly. He didn’t have any counter-facts to offer. Scowling down at the droid, he gave it two light slaps and the machine’s eye lit up. It floated out of his arms, turning left and right as though unsure of what happened. “You need to stay close to me boy. There’s apparently an outbreak of deep space assery on this ship.”<br/><br/>That had been a bad first impression. Oh well, she was bound to see the truth soon enough. Ly was never good at<em>not</em>being himself. He had actually been both bothered and intrigued that she was still there. With a few taps on the air that caused white rings to pulse from beneath his fingers, the metal platform lowered. It first descended like an elevator before drifting a foot above the floor over to the woman. It was upon approach that Ly noticed the<em>Welcome to your new home</em>sign, which caused the corner of his mouth to quirk in a mixture of horror and disgust. As the platform drew closer, he managed to warp his expression into a friendly (<del>forced</del>) grin.<br/><br/>“Why hello there. Is this a welcome for me? How…<em>sweet</em>,” he had tried to sound not facetious. It was a struggle. The Odyssey was anything but his home. She made it sound like he was going to be on this miserable ship forever! Ly held out his hand for her to shake if she wished. From behind his back, two black spider-like appendages extended from a spine-like rig. At the end of the limbs were slender digits that spread like fingers on a keyboard and resumed the inventory work he had started.<br/><br/>“I am Petty Officer, Lysander Colebrand. I am one of the poor souls who was selected to keep this ship running. I look forward to getting to know all about you.” And he meant it. They were going to be on a ship for who knew how long. Soon no one would be able to hide anything. He could have probably made it sound less creepy.