[color=silver][h1][center]Looped Out[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Kinneas’s Bunk[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas is finally alone with nothing but his thoughts.[/i][/center][/color]
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Once the wave ended and all the life that had filled the empty room went away with it, Kinneas sat in the silence for a moment before tossing the communicator to the side table. The sounds of the ship were much more subtle, a soft hum of parts running smooth that he had no way of identifying. His father had taught him about ships, sure, but it was the sort that sailed on water. Though the mechanical components were left to others in that as well, of course. As it were, he let the steadiness of the humming fill his mind so thoughts did not get too wound up in there.

It made it easier for him to look around the stark, utilitarian room and consider it a possibility. There was still the issue of talking things over with Deckard. The guy didn’t seem like the type to just take an assigned crew member at the suggestion of convenience, but what did he know? Besides, Kinneas knew how to sell himself - especially after seeing the skill level of whoever their best marksmen was at the miners’ camp. 

So, his freedom was secure. Maybe not carte blanche considering the whole Interpol issue that led him to this situation, but secure enough. He’d have to look into what the actual charges were, but his head was hurting from the last few hours. That ‘nap’ between here and the miners’ camp hadn’t helped either. It was time to relax. He could deal with the captain tomorrow. For now, he would try not to be upset at the sheer lack of personality this room had, and how entirely confining it was. So [i]small[/i]. “Wǒ de mā…”
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