Titus awoke with a start, his body drenched in cold sweat and a face pale as the very sheets he lay upon.  Shakily, Titus pulled himself from his bunk, groggily stumbling his way to the nearest showers to clean himself off. He'd never really enjoyed living on a voidship, the recycled atmosphere always felt 'stuffy' to him, let alone the fact that nigh every narrow corridor looked almost identical to the next one save for signs left here or there. Despite this-- Titus had grown used to it during his years of living under the inquisition, and by now considered it a minor annoyance... Warp travel, however, was another beast entirely. It didn't seem to matter how high he cranked his collar; the nightmares always came when traversing the warp . Every night he closed his eyes, he was plunged back into that hellscape. His only respite was his waking hours, when he was free from whatever abominable force saw fit to torment him.

Upon finishing his shower, Titus immediately hustled back to his quarters to get his equipment on; today was a big day after all, and he wanted to be sure he didn't leave anything behind! If his hunch was correct, today was the day he'd finally be elevated to being the direct assistant of one of the senior scribes! [i][color=orange]Truly, today will be a day to remember![/color][/i]
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"You've been reassigned" spoke the head scribe in a dull tone; not even bothering to look away from his work.  [color=orange]"W-wha-what?"[/color] Titus stuttered as his heart sank, he'd been working for this promotion ever since he was transferred onto this Emperor-damned ship! [color=orange]"B-but by who's orders? And why?"[/color]
The head scribe slowly set his spectacles to the side as he leveled an apathetic glare at the boy, "It was somebody higher than me kid, that's all that matters. Now you'd best get your ass moving to hangar Four-Two-Seven-Three-Three... The last thing you want is to piss off your new supervisor by being late." Titus gulped as he heeded the  Head Scribe's command, rushing out the door and down the corridors as fast as his legs could take him.
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Titus knew in his gut that he was already late for whatever meeting he was supposed to be attending as he approached the hanger door.  Wiping the sweat from his brow as best he could before entering the chamber, Titus tried in vain to make himself as presentable as he could for his new supervisor. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the hanger, only to have all the blood drain from his reddened face. His new boss was none other than the Celestian Superior herself! [color=orange]"Uh-"[/color] Titus gulped as he took his place amongst the gathering of individuals before introducing himself with a short bow, [color=orange]"Scribe Titus Ramsay, at your service Celestian."[/color]