by Icaelus » Wed May 16, 2012 4:15 am
"Whoa, cool off. I'm the crazy one here."
Luna sat back in the seat as the Admiral whipped out a pistol and shot at the ceiling, silencing everyone in the immediate vicinity.
She briefly tuned out as the Admiral started yelling, lost in her own world for the few moments Crichton screamed at them.
A light tap on her shoulder roused her from her daydream and she glanced behind her at an armored guard who withdrew his hand quickly.
He gestured nervously to the door, as if he wanted her to leave the room now.
Luna smiled, standing up from the leather seat.
"Relax. I'm pretty normal when I'm not killing anyone."
She genially tapped the guard back on the shoulder once, giggling when the guard recoiled.
Her reputation was that bad, hm?
The soldiers they passed along the way were quiet when she walked by, no sign of laughter among them.
Luna raised an eyebrow. Maybe removing that man's feet and hands was a bit too far..maybe.
A few minutes later she was seated on the bed in her room. The doors closed and locked, virtually impossible to break out from without a bunch of explosives.
She sighed heavily. All she did was ask for her weapons back..and now, this.
That stupid Emile guy was going to get them discharged even before the mission started. Sheesh.
Luna looked down at her communicator as it beeped again.
Firing Mates? The hell were those? It did seem like she had been partnered with someone else, though..let's see here..Mia Dutchson.
She was allowed to talk to her, it seemed. Least it was a way to break the monotone..
Lunalesca tapped on Mia's name and the communicator linked them up. Not having called anyone before, she wasn't so sure how this thing worked, though..
"Um, hello. This thing working? Can you hear me, Mia?"
She tested the comm.
Sleep unbeknownst to I, this one lives in perpetual need of coffee..