[ooc: already in-game but in case anyone prefers a readily written starter.]
1. bon voyage
[There is crew on the Caledonia that knows how to handle these scenarios. Presumably, a pilot and deck crew that has done countless of these missions, because this is the world she lives in right now, where people have missions in all of space. A Captain who certainly knows their way around black holes, warp speed, and black alert.
Doesn't stop her from feeling the panic that happens when the lights on the lower decks go out, and how it settles like a pressure in her stomach, her heart lodged in her throat. For a few minutes, as the systems reboot and shields go back up, Raven Reyes thinks that she alone needs to run and fix this. Despite being still relatively new to the world, to the ship, to this life, survival instincts kick in. Hard.
So she runs, the brace that makes her able to do so oiled well this time, shining black metal and leather strapped to her left leg over her pants; she runs past service androids and people, towards the engines.
Until she bumps into someone -] Shit, sorry. [- and the lights come back on. She is in front of a large window now, and outside, the universe bursts into life. For that second, she's glued to the view.]
3. to boldly go
[It's the first time she's wearing the space suit, which is sleeker than the space walking one she was used to on the Ark. Despite the jitters of being able to go down to the surface of this new planet, she's got a giddy, big smile on her face under the screen of her mask.
She shifts her weight from one foot to another, waiting for the team leader to open the shuttle doors that will allow them out. Impatient. Definitely impatient.
While a robotic voice urges them to check supplies one last time before proceeding, she chances a glance sideways and finds a new face. Green around the gills, in that not-from-here kind of way.]
raven reyes (the 100)
1. bon voyage
[There is crew on the Caledonia that knows how to handle these scenarios. Presumably, a pilot and deck crew that has done countless of these missions, because this is the world she lives in right now, where people have missions in all of space. A Captain who certainly knows their way around black holes, warp speed, and black alert.
Doesn't stop her from feeling the panic that happens when the lights on the lower decks go out, and how it settles like a pressure in her stomach, her heart lodged in her throat. For a few minutes, as the systems reboot and shields go back up, Raven Reyes thinks that she alone needs to run and fix this. Despite being still relatively new to the world, to the ship, to this life, survival instincts kick in. Hard.
So she runs, the brace that makes her able to do so oiled well this time, shining black metal and leather strapped to her left leg over her pants; she runs past service androids and people, towards the engines.
Until she bumps into someone -] Shit, sorry. [- and the lights come back on. She is in front of a large window now, and outside, the universe bursts into life. For that second, she's glued to the view.]
3. to boldly go
[It's the first time she's wearing the space suit, which is sleeker than the space walking one she was used to on the Ark. Despite the jitters of being able to go down to the surface of this new planet, she's got a giddy, big smile on her face under the screen of her mask.
She shifts her weight from one foot to another, waiting for the team leader to open the shuttle doors that will allow them out. Impatient. Definitely impatient.
While a robotic voice urges them to check supplies one last time before proceeding, she chances a glance sideways and finds a new face. Green around the gills, in that not-from-here kind of way.]
Hey - first time?