[b][h3]Charnud of Ingiros[/h3][/b]

For Charnud, everything felt heavy.

The desert sun stung his eyes, a roaring, screaming ball of light and fire that felt like it saw Charnud’s very existence as an offence. He hadn't been given shades, the mutinied prison ship crew either not caring enough or simply being unaware of his predicament. And so, as the ramp opened and the golden fire-light came in, Charnud raised a hand to shield his eyes, blinking rapidly as he saw actual ground on an actual planet for the first time in...  a long time.

This place was, according to what he heard, Caldera 3. Caldera, a word that referred to an extinct volcano that had become shaped like a bowl. Was this world a former volcanic planet, one terraformed to suit living creatures on it, but never quite succeeding to the point that it would not become a proper temperate world?

Either way, this place may be terrible, but it was better than going to a mining colony. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't last long there.

This was clearly part of the Maker's plan, then. The Maker wasn't done with him yet.

As soon as he stepped off the ramp, he flinched at the open sky. It felt so strange and foreign, not being in a confined space like a space station for miners or an asteroid tunnel dug by monks. He blinked once, and then twice, processing the fact that it was, in fact, a real sky, an atmosphere in truth, rather than elaborate screens that mimicked what a sky looked like. Nor was it like those painted walls the daycares on Quendua had.

An open sky, clean air… not much water though. It was so strange, still. It felt like the sky above was falling upon him, and yet it remained there, unfalling.

[quote]She turned around, cupping her hands to her face to help her voice carry better, "Hey!  Anyone wanting to change out of your prison clothes, follow me!”[/quote]

“Wait, wait,” Charnud called out to her, as he walked slower than the others who were now attempting to follow the Dhasath woman. He heard words such as “Special Command” and “Marine Corps” being uttered by the other former prisoners that had gathered around her. Soldiers, then? At least if they were here, imprisoned alongside him, they weren't the kind who'd try to arrest him. 

“So, introductions would be in order, since we may be working together for the foreseeable future,” Charnud began. “I'm… Charnud of Ingiros. I'm a…” He thought for a moment if he should reveal what he really was. Did they know? He wasn't a famous pirate. His captain was. Probably.

“...political dissident. Makerist monk.”

Half the truth was better than all of it, for now.