[center][h1][color=purple]Reisus[/color][/h1][/center]
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	He opened his eyes to see the platform that served as his nightstand bathed in a soft blue light that emited from above the central point of his relatively small quarters. It may seem odd, but if one thought you couldn't miss facing the ceiling when you woke up- they were surely mistaken. Because Reisus did. He sat up, putting his hands on his knees as he gathered his thoughts. The crystals sprouting from his back were a burden to his comfort that he'd have to deal with every morning- seemingly for the rest of his life. This was something that went through his head every time he woke up. Because every time he did, so did the pain on his upper back.

He reached over and hauled a rucksack up onto his bed, before fishing a small container from it. He drew a pill from it then popped it into his mouth and swallowed it dry. It seemed no matter how many pillows he propped up to support himself, he'd somehow always wake up with aches were the crystals grew from his skin, as if he'd been weighing against them all night. The feeling quickly wore off with the pills, but even still, it resulted in him being a grumpy morning person.

He stood up, stretching his limbs shortly as he clothed himself. The clothing would look a little weird to anyone who didn't know who's wearing them. The back of each article seemed to be made of a thin, flexible, hard-fiber. But the crystals move right through this material, as if it weren't even there. He finished throwing on a T-shirt and grabbed his Omni-tool from his bed before leaving the room, the door opening with a pressured hiss. He made his way through the ship, stopping by the bathroom to wash his face and groom his hair(very simply, mind you), then heading towards the main cabin to check the status of the new soldiers they had been scheduled to pick up; until he heard their voices.

He decided to casually eavesdrop. Not really trying to hide- but leaning against a wall and listening in while browsing the web on his Omni-tool. He'd never been much of a talker. Especially not in the morning.