Trychon got out of his bunk and rubbed his eyes. As they came into focus, he glanced at the crono by his bead. Eighteen hours had gone by, and he still felt groggy. He hadn't slept that long that he could ever remember. Must have really wiped myself out... He concluded. That, and I need to stop being interrupted by Sith Lords with inflated views of self importance. In his mind, he could hear Vikon yelling at him for the snide remark if he'd heard. That made him grin. He was fairly sure that Vikon's mental intrusion really did adversely affect his rest, but it was impossible to know to what extent.
He got out of the outfit that he slept in, as it was coincidentally the same one he'd worn for the entire day prior. He dressed himself in identical black fatigues. His wardrobe was still rather repetitive, but he liked it. He'd maybe get a few alternatives if he knew he was going to be in an area where another color was more suiting, but they always seemed to be planning a bit at the last minute and the black worked well for that.
As he wandered up to the cockpit, where he was sure to find Raezyr, he noted in the lounge that they hadn't put away their glasses or the drinks the previous night. Not wanting to leave the common area a mess, he picked up the glasses and drinks and took them with him up to the front section.
He tossed one of the empty glasses towards his brother, who had his back facing the entryway, as he had been looking through the viewport. Trychon had caught him just as he leaned back to stretch and let out a yawn, yet Raezyr managed to twist one of his hands into a position to catch the missile regardless.
"Isn't it a bit early?" He asked, taking an ale from Trychon, who was sitting down opposite him in the copilot position.
"No such thing." Trychon poured his own ale as he spoke. "If there was, it would be irrelevant in space... let alone hyperspace."
He got out of the outfit that he slept in, as it was coincidentally the same one he'd worn for the entire day prior. He dressed himself in identical black fatigues. His wardrobe was still rather repetitive, but he liked it. He'd maybe get a few alternatives if he knew he was going to be in an area where another color was more suiting, but they always seemed to be planning a bit at the last minute and the black worked well for that.
As he wandered up to the cockpit, where he was sure to find Raezyr, he noted in the lounge that they hadn't put away their glasses or the drinks the previous night. Not wanting to leave the common area a mess, he picked up the glasses and drinks and took them with him up to the front section.
He tossed one of the empty glasses towards his brother, who had his back facing the entryway, as he had been looking through the viewport. Trychon had caught him just as he leaned back to stretch and let out a yawn, yet Raezyr managed to twist one of his hands into a position to catch the missile regardless.
"Isn't it a bit early?" He asked, taking an ale from Trychon, who was sitting down opposite him in the copilot position.
"No such thing." Trychon poured his own ale as he spoke. "If there was, it would be irrelevant in space... let alone hyperspace."
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