NONVERBAL STARTERS,Ā Ā @ncbulaeāĀ asked: Ā off track (for hazram).
IT WAS AS THOUGH HER LUNGS had forgotten the way real air could burn on an inhale.Ā Ā if she was the sort of person whoād grown up planetside with her feet firmly planted on the ground she might find an old, familiar sort of nostalgia in it, but she hadnāt and she didnāt.Ā Ā too much time hopping ship to ship, station to station, forever suspended between the stars where this specific vegetal miasma had no place.
each step thumped louder than the last on her way down the almost fully extended ramp and the fine grey dust that covered the ground spiraled off around her ankles as she dropped the last couple feet, impatient.Ā Ā the bulk of the rifle cradled against her chest was both familiar and less-than reassuring at the same time, but it wasnāt going to be much use to her through the haze that lay beyond the small circle of light the haphazardly landed ship gave off as its warning lights flashed dimly in the gloom.Ā Ā stupid.Ā Ā stupid.Ā Ā
danger wasnāt her concern there, it was time.
stealth was moot considering the scar the craft had carved into the planet on its way to stopping but she wasnāt about to call out in a space as foreign as this.Ā Ā there was no intel to be gained without a properly equipped recon and she retreated back towards the ramp, keeping her eyes on the surroundings.Ā Ā either there were shapes moving out there, just beyond what she could see, or she was making shadows out of dust: both options were equally plausible, all things considered.
āhope you like scary stories.āĀ Ā cool air from the shipās interior prickled across her skin, helping to settle her nerves as she reached the top of the ramp still scanning the perimeter.Ā Ā āwe might be in our very own here.ā
