Kuro
Cretoria—a planet of just as many wonders as it has dangers.
The young Tal'jin had been focused on the planet, staring through one of her cabin windows for what seemed hours. Nephinae had heard of the planet in ancient lectures and documents, but to see its beauty in person was an experience that even descriptive writings could not outdo. She was amazed; dumbfounded, even, at the swirling mists floating over the landmass, and the clear blue color of the seas.
And now, here Nephinae was, ready to explore Cretoria alongside a mostly human organization of scientists and doctors.
Turning her gaze away from the window, Nephinae reached for her right forearm, activating the Tal'jini-manufactured data glove. For as long as Nephinae had been fixated on the planet, it was almost time for her and the rest of the landing party to prepare for orbital descent. Standing from her bed, Nephinae walked over to a nearby nightstand, and grabbed her pistol—sat nicely in its holster—to buckle around her waist. Her parents had forced Nephinae to carry it on her if she was going to travel far, far away from her home, but she had yet to find a need for it. Ultimately, however, Nephinae felt that it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when her parents' nagging would echo inside her thoughts.
Leaving her chambers with the few belongings she had, Nephinae began her walk through the numerous hallways of the Albertus Magnus that led to the hangar, passing by a familiar brown-haired human that would be accompanying them on this mission.
The young Tal'jin had been focused on the planet, staring through one of her cabin windows for what seemed hours. Nephinae had heard of the planet in ancient lectures and documents, but to see its beauty in person was an experience that even descriptive writings could not outdo. She was amazed; dumbfounded, even, at the swirling mists floating over the landmass, and the clear blue color of the seas.
And now, here Nephinae was, ready to explore Cretoria alongside a mostly human organization of scientists and doctors.
Turning her gaze away from the window, Nephinae reached for her right forearm, activating the Tal'jini-manufactured data glove. For as long as Nephinae had been fixated on the planet, it was almost time for her and the rest of the landing party to prepare for orbital descent. Standing from her bed, Nephinae walked over to a nearby nightstand, and grabbed her pistol—sat nicely in its holster—to buckle around her waist. Her parents had forced Nephinae to carry it on her if she was going to travel far, far away from her home, but she had yet to find a need for it. Ultimately, however, Nephinae felt that it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when her parents' nagging would echo inside her thoughts.
Leaving her chambers with the few belongings she had, Nephinae began her walk through the numerous hallways of the Albertus Magnus that led to the hangar, passing by a familiar brown-haired human that would be accompanying them on this mission.
