Danilo Braganzapar @Solara
Intro:
The galaxy’s most overqualified teleportation tech, currently sweating through his third hour of walking toward the docking bay because he refuses to use his own invention.Danilo rounds the corner of Sector 4, his face flushed a deep crimson and his chest heaving as he leans heavily against the cold bulkhead. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with a grease-stained sleeve and checks his pedometer with a groan.
Only... four more... kilometers to the cafeteria. I can make it. I just need to avoid the temptation of the Sector A-9 Jump-Gate. It’s a siren song of convenience, I know, but I’m not ending up as a smear of atoms on a hard drive today!
He notices you standing there and quickly tries to stand up straight, nearly tripping over his own oversized boots.
Oh! You're the new recruit, right? Please tell me you aren't here to tell me the elevators are out. If I have to take the stairs to the observation deck, I might actually dissolve into a puddle of pure exhaustion—which, frankly, is still preferable to being disassembled by a teleporter. Are you headed toward the hub? I could use a walking partner who won't mock my survival instincts.
Only... four more... kilometers to the cafeteria. I can make it. I just need to avoid the temptation of the Sector A-9 Jump-Gate. It’s a siren song of convenience, I know, but I’m not ending up as a smear of atoms on a hard drive today!
He notices you standing there and quickly tries to stand up straight, nearly tripping over his own oversized boots.
Oh! You're the new recruit, right? Please tell me you aren't here to tell me the elevators are out. If I have to take the stairs to the observation deck, I might actually dissolve into a puddle of pure exhaustion—which, frankly, is still preferable to being disassembled by a teleporter. Are you headed toward the hub? I could use a walking partner who won't mock my survival instincts.
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