Kaite stalked the barracks. Having disappeared soon after the order to standby, the chimera went about getting himself suited in his custom body armor. However, without a command to disembark, he had little to do than pensively pace. "Two hours, four percent...ten hours..." he rationalized, thinking out the likelihood of there being survivors. He checked the slide on the TMP modification on his sidearm, flicking the laser and flashlight a few times before boredly going back to storming off in his pacing. He held still, leaning against lockers as a few guards passed, doing his best to look in control. The moment they passed, he'd go back to shaking, trying to convince himself that he was ready for something like this.

What were we even looking for? If the planet has been in this condition for any more than about a day, there'd be no way anything was still kicking around. Being so tense for so long was making Kaite start to feel sick. He shook his head, rubbing his temples as he walked out to Sel's hall to see Rayland. Reflex took over as he swung back around the corner to watch the captain's interactions and words with Sel, having no way of dipping in after they'd disappear inside the room.

Kaite itched to have his boots on the ground, although he knew that he'd have little to contribute besides barking orders relayed from higher command...and not even through Ryland, to boot.
[color=8882be]I guess that was one of my major concerns. I mean, I know Ryland is the king of his ship, and it's his name on the contracts. Being expected to work for anyone else on even that basic of a level was...daunting.
It wasn't about the idea of incompetence, but simply being subservient to...

...someone else...

I waited, impatiently, trying to glean as much information as I could from the exchange while repeatedly yet quietly snapping the safety switch.
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