Treasure
Void
Eamon stood at the gangplank of the ship. Well, gangplank brought to mind water and sailing ships and all sorts of nautical terms. This gangplank was actually just a short, glorified hallway leading to a decontamination chamber before the actual ship. You couldn't even see the ship from inside. The hallway was a gleaming silvery blue, carpeted with soft material, and actually really boring looking for a space station. He leaned against one of the slightly curved walls and glanced up and down the long, tubular hallway leading past the gangplank. The opposite wall held pictures instead of windows, evoking images of the actual terra firma several miles straight down below them. It was nice enough, though he still preferred the view of the stars even if it was just black and white. Still, he supposed it was nice the Zebek were trying to keep their fleet members calm and happy with images of greenery, blue water, and of course a few trees here and there.
A pair of Zebek females walked toward him. He felt a bit of hope spark until he realized they were not wearing the sleek black uniforms of the Exploration Fleet but the silver color of the sanitation crew that kept this spinning top of a space station sparkly clean. He huffed in annoyance and went back to leaning. No, the new crew were not late yet, but he was getting tired of waiting out here. He was supposed to greet the newcomers, welcome them, and lead them inside. And, he supposed, get the fact that they'd been stuck with the human on their assignment over with right from the start. No one wanted to share an assignment with the crude and violent human. As if to prove the very point he was thinking, the two sanitation workers crossed to walk as far on the opposite side of the hallway as they could to avoid him, their soft brown eyes judging him. Thy twittered softly together and hurried on. Eamon rolled his eyes and adjusted his sleeve. Let them mock. He'd worked harder than the rest of them to get here, and he was more than confident in his worth, despite the rumors that the only reason he managed to land an assignment at all was because his adopted father was on the council.
He looked down, feeling a slight fray on his very dark grey sleeve. Okay, the seamstress who had sewed it swore this was black, but it looked more grey to him. Not that it surprised him in the least. Black seemed to be the favorite color of the Zebek as a whole, and they had around twenty different names for as many shades. He'd never seen so much black in his entire life! And his parents had called him emo. Still, it was nice that the uniform was made up of three different shades of black instead of one solid color. Such a nice, wide variety. And yet, somehow, when stood against the pristine, prim, and proper Zebek, he always managed to seem scruffy no matter how well he brushed his black hair or tried to keep his suit neat. Of course, being an engineer didn't help that. There was always an oil spot on him somewhere. Oh well. It was a sign of hard work!
Board, he pulled out the manual for the ship's engines and started reading again. He supposed the two new crew would get here when they got here. They still had five minutes.
A pair of Zebek females walked toward him. He felt a bit of hope spark until he realized they were not wearing the sleek black uniforms of the Exploration Fleet but the silver color of the sanitation crew that kept this spinning top of a space station sparkly clean. He huffed in annoyance and went back to leaning. No, the new crew were not late yet, but he was getting tired of waiting out here. He was supposed to greet the newcomers, welcome them, and lead them inside. And, he supposed, get the fact that they'd been stuck with the human on their assignment over with right from the start. No one wanted to share an assignment with the crude and violent human. As if to prove the very point he was thinking, the two sanitation workers crossed to walk as far on the opposite side of the hallway as they could to avoid him, their soft brown eyes judging him. Thy twittered softly together and hurried on. Eamon rolled his eyes and adjusted his sleeve. Let them mock. He'd worked harder than the rest of them to get here, and he was more than confident in his worth, despite the rumors that the only reason he managed to land an assignment at all was because his adopted father was on the council.
He looked down, feeling a slight fray on his very dark grey sleeve. Okay, the seamstress who had sewed it swore this was black, but it looked more grey to him. Not that it surprised him in the least. Black seemed to be the favorite color of the Zebek as a whole, and they had around twenty different names for as many shades. He'd never seen so much black in his entire life! And his parents had called him emo. Still, it was nice that the uniform was made up of three different shades of black instead of one solid color. Such a nice, wide variety. And yet, somehow, when stood against the pristine, prim, and proper Zebek, he always managed to seem scruffy no matter how well he brushed his black hair or tried to keep his suit neat. Of course, being an engineer didn't help that. There was always an oil spot on him somewhere. Oh well. It was a sign of hard work!
Board, he pulled out the manual for the ship's engines and started reading again. He supposed the two new crew would get here when they got here. They still had five minutes.