09-13-2017, 04:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2017, 04:50 PM by Alexander Blakesley.)
To say the silence after the data transfer and the awaited response made the atmosphere between Alexander and the Stormtroopers awkward was an understatement. Alexander watched them cautiously, half expecting them to start trouble since he noticed the sergeant taking photos of him and his equipment. One of them at the back of the group didn’t escape his cautious glance, seemingly fixated squarely on him, unlike the others who were idly awaiting orders. Something about this particular individual didn’t sit right with Alexander as his stance was slightly different. Less soldierly and more predatory, while he was confident he could eliminate them with ease, it wouldn’t be ideal. Nonetheless, he reattached his armoured gloves and slid his helmet back on for good measure and waited patiently. “Alpha-Two, Command here, please verify whether this is a new prime or recurring, over.” The voice chimed over the Stormtrooper squad’s communications channel. “Roger that Command, over.” The sergeant replied. “Hey, Prime, you new here or...?” he asked, turning his attention back to the Prime in front of him. Alexander nodded to confirm he was a new arrival, even if he didn’t know what the term ‘Prime’ meant.
Alexander turned his attention to the ominous looking white gates that marked every direction of his surroundings. He counted eight overall, each no doubt sending him off to different biomes within this place. “Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo…” Alexander muttered, locking onto a gate mentally while preparing to abandon these stormtroopers. Acting on instinct, he knew he had to find a way back home, one way or another and as soon as possible his comrades back on the Frontier were counting on him. “Command, that’s an affirmative on the new arrival. Should we run through the NPP with him or send him through to Coruscant with a data package? Ove-” The sergeant asked he looked back to the Atlean who was already moving towards the gate to Coruscant in the distance.Alexander hastily marched towards the gate, checking the status of his supplies and equipment within his helmet’s HUD, the Pilot made a beeline for Coruscant. If he had any interest in surviving this Omniverse, he would try to glean as much information as he could in Coruscant before planning his eventual escape. Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance or more commonly referred to as the “7 P’s”, a proverb drilled thoroughly into Alexander’s military training and one that had saved his backside countless times in the past.
Initially, Alexander could've sworn the Coruscant gate was closer than he originally thought. Unfortunately, his guesstimation was quickly proven false as the march to his destination seemed to drag on for longer than he hoped. He looked at the fountain to quickly check his positioning from his starting point, drawing a slight sigh of relief he continued onwards.
Alexander turned his attention to the ominous looking white gates that marked every direction of his surroundings. He counted eight overall, each no doubt sending him off to different biomes within this place. “Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo…” Alexander muttered, locking onto a gate mentally while preparing to abandon these stormtroopers. Acting on instinct, he knew he had to find a way back home, one way or another and as soon as possible his comrades back on the Frontier were counting on him. “Command, that’s an affirmative on the new arrival. Should we run through the NPP with him or send him through to Coruscant with a data package? Ove-” The sergeant asked he looked back to the Atlean who was already moving towards the gate to Coruscant in the distance.Alexander hastily marched towards the gate, checking the status of his supplies and equipment within his helmet’s HUD, the Pilot made a beeline for Coruscant. If he had any interest in surviving this Omniverse, he would try to glean as much information as he could in Coruscant before planning his eventual escape. Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance or more commonly referred to as the “7 P’s”, a proverb drilled thoroughly into Alexander’s military training and one that had saved his backside countless times in the past.
Initially, Alexander could've sworn the Coruscant gate was closer than he originally thought. Unfortunately, his guesstimation was quickly proven false as the march to his destination seemed to drag on for longer than he hoped. He looked at the fountain to quickly check his positioning from his starting point, drawing a slight sigh of relief he continued onwards.