"Ah! Sehr..." Ahnciel looked up from the formal ration. Though it mostly consisted of meaty condensed pulp, the form on the simple table served as a welcoming enough of a meal. "Y'ah-jeh? Iz zehr some vehy to..." Ahnciel began to express, meeting the gaze of the commander who'd yet to touch their meal. Their expression was prying, having been simply watching them eat before taking a few bites after being exposed. "Mmh...yeh, vee haf...an idea. Eit considers you and your skill, ehn, if I may, you haf zee tact of an artist, zough...ehm" the commander began to explain, the flicker of a forked tongue from scaled lips denoting his hesitance to address his situation. However, his eyes tilted and narrowed to watch Ahnciel as they had their fill. "Vee haf...goals- neh, vee haf...hmm..." the commander began, eyes looking away as they watched the younger lupine variant finish their meal. Saline solutions would only get the stomach so far and the contents wouldn't go to waste. "Zeht...?" Ahnciel pried with a lifted eyebrow, the synthesized sustenance doing its part in the place of the nothingness that once took its place. However, the patron hesitated as they set their chopsticks and knife down with a long sigh. "Vee are on trajectory vith a human settlement-" the commander began with lifted brow-regions before the lapin interjected; "Ehn vee vill...." he began, unsure of his next words based on his host's expression. "[i]Vee[/i] vill do nohszink..." They coldly replied, lifting a hand as Lapin soldiers grabbed him from each arm upon the conclusion of his meal. "Ch-ch!" the commander clicked as to invoke the guards to follow him, each lifting Ahnciel by his arms. "Vith zeh fate ouf zeh fleet in your hand, I vould hope you understand; sehr faeir hare..." Ark chirped, ears folding back as they pressed a hand to Ahnciel's cheek while he was toted off. "Vaht!? Vaht iz zeis? Iz zehr some sort ouf joke? Stop!" Ahnciel barked, carried along hallways and stuffed into an escape pod. "Shh! Sh sh sh... vee need you to for someszink special ehn-" the commander tried to explain before Ahnciel spoke up. "You vould sell me to zehm!? [i]No[/i] sky may be too* dark for you! May none! Drift forever, oh lost!" was the most Ahnciel could manage as a case of provisions was tossed in with him. He tried to escape but was shunted back with the butt of a rifle before the hatch to his case was closed and welded into place. "Shhush! Shush! Sh-" Ark attempted to appeal to the hysterical kin stuck in the pod that was loaded into the railway. "Shut up!" the commander barked, a forked tongue incidentally lapping against the glass in the motion as they pounded on the glass with both fists, meeting Ahnciel's eyes. There was a moment of stillness before the commander pressed a wad of apoxy to the glass and a small chip to fit into its mass before slicking a large sticker over it all. "Ve vould never just leave you adrift. You have a week or two of provisions. Vee vill come for you in one" the commander sighed, muffled behind the plexiglas before giving two swift pounds on the vessel. A warm-blooded lapin came to check a few metrics on the ship before looking up at Ahnciel with an empathetic glance. "Vee vill find you, you vill not be lost" he murmured from behind the glass before the blast shield shut and the vessel was swiftly fired into space. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Hider=log][color=gray] [u][b]1[/b][/u] Day one...Ahnciel is violent and scrambles across his setting, initially looking for an exit before verbally coming to terms that 'out' would not be the best direction at this time. He later cracks open their case of provisions and seems distraught. A three week ration of water and a supplemental four weeks of sustenance bars brought them to tears. 'Existing' is not on their list of priorities as they abstain for the day and the next... [u][b]3[/b][/u] After laying mostly motionless, Ahnciel chooses to eat. Mostly cries as well as voicing unbecoming notions of uncolorful declarations against the Fleet. Mostly cries. Mostly cries. Mostly cries. Mostly cries. [u][b]4[/b][/u] Mostly cries. Attempts to claw at the ship's visor and paint visages of perceivable satanic origins in blood on the walls. Mostly cries. Eats a double ration and sleeps. [u][b]5[/b][/u] Mostly sleeps or cries. Does not eat. [u][b]6[/b][/u] Mostly sleeps or cries. Does not eat. [u][b]7[/b][/u] Eats and taps into emergency oxygen in the place of standard life support for two hours. Cries then sleeps. [u][b]8[/b][/u] Eats. Sings. Does not sleep. [u][b]9[/b][/u] Sings [u][b]10[/b][/u] Sings [u][b]11[/b][/u] Sings. Eats. Sleeps [u][b]12[/b][/u] Cries. Sings. Eats. Sleeps [u][b]13[/b][/u] Sings. Cries. Sings. Eats. Sleeps [u][b]14[/b][/u] Mostly sleeps. Eats. Sings. Sleeps. [u][b]15[/b][/u] [/color] ... [/Hider] Laying against the window, Ahnciel counts the seconds it takes to rotate in order to face the distant lights that have been growing over the last few days. It seemed that he had been dumped relatively close to a settlement of some sort, though time and rotation made it difficult to gauge how close it might be to the point they were launched. The idea of hurtling towards humanity filled Ahnciel with an unbecoming fit of contempt that showed in the way of a violent screaming fit and scrambling all over the cab of the fancy pod. He took the time to take advantage of the onboard cleansing section before redressing himself in re-cleaned attire, clawing and gnawing at the seat in frustration for his position in another person's war. "V-vould not be here...iz zeh spire...v-vould zeh...ehn...hhrrRRRNNN!!" the black box would record, the officer anticipating his own malice as he viciously gnawed on the seat as well as savagely kicked at the offline interfaces. Though the steel soles of his small boots did a number on the unpowered panels, notihng would stop his trajectory.