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elos-six
He sighs.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
His eyes are closed, and he's sitting alone in one of the Propulsor cabins.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
His bare skin is touching the cold stone. He likes that, and it helps with the propulsion, as if he was actually part of the ship.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
He can feel the whole ship. Not quite like a Navigator can, they know stuff in relation to other stuff, they can perceive everything, trace destinations. Even now, he can feel the Nav, nudging all the Propulsors in the same directions, telling where they should go.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
There's feedback, of course. The Nav tells them, we must go there. They reply, that's not a good place to go. Gravitational field. Someone - this ship has a metamage, even if there was no time mage that was still impressive - says that there's a sea of instability over there, we should not go that way.
Push. Pull.
Sigh.
This is all, of course, happening in his head. Not a sound can be heard from his cabin, other than his breathing and the occasional sigh.
It's not that he dislikes propulsion. It's interesting, it doesn't exactly let him get completely bored. Or not always, but this ship has several Propulsors, so he only really needs to pay a little bit of attention.
I'm checking out, he thinks, and he feels the nonverbal nudge saying basically 'Alright.'
And a bit of a wave of indifference.
It's not that he's completely irrelevant either, but there's enough of them that he can check out pretty much whenever he likes.
He's been sighing a lot, hasn't he.
He puts his clothes back on, then touches the door so it'll let him out. He leaves and-
"Oh, hi. You're the new guy, right?"
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
His eyes are closed, and he's sitting alone in one of the Propulsor cabins.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
His bare skin is touching the cold stone. He likes that, and it helps with the propulsion, as if he was actually part of the ship.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
He can feel the whole ship. Not quite like a Navigator can, they know stuff in relation to other stuff, they can perceive everything, trace destinations. Even now, he can feel the Nav, nudging all the Propulsors in the same directions, telling where they should go.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
There's feedback, of course. The Nav tells them, we must go there. They reply, that's not a good place to go. Gravitational field. Someone - this ship has a metamage, even if there was no time mage that was still impressive - says that there's a sea of instability over there, we should not go that way.
Push. Pull.
Sigh.
This is all, of course, happening in his head. Not a sound can be heard from his cabin, other than his breathing and the occasional sigh.
It's not that he dislikes propulsion. It's interesting, it doesn't exactly let him get completely bored. Or not always, but this ship has several Propulsors, so he only really needs to pay a little bit of attention.
I'm checking out, he thinks, and he feels the nonverbal nudge saying basically 'Alright.'
And a bit of a wave of indifference.
It's not that he's completely irrelevant either, but there's enough of them that he can check out pretty much whenever he likes.
He's been sighing a lot, hasn't he.
He puts his clothes back on, then touches the door so it'll let him out. He leaves and-
"Oh, hi. You're the new guy, right?"