Excerpt 004: Frontier Trail

[rekindledtitan]

TYPE: Personal log

LOCATION: Orbit, Earth

PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, One [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [rekindledtitan], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Jesse [notalldead]


ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Jesse; the Rotten; Earth; Multiversal Phenomena; Blaze-37; Revivification; Demeter Effect


It’s funny, Blaze never expected her ship to be a place for more than herself and her Ghost. A sanctuary of sorts, and a fine sturdy little vessel, but a place for little more than work and storage in the end. And yet now she’s showing it to the fourth friend in just a few months. Not even a Guardian… or at least not the kind she’d expected to befriend.

It’s enough to make her a little conscious of how bare and rough it looks; even the padded pilot’s chair is sort of squashed and worn from bearing the metal weight of an armored Exo several years in a row. Nonetheless, it’s the only comfortable place to sit in the small cabin space, and Blaze steers Jesse that way once he’s defrosted enough to stand.

“So everything’s built into the walls,” she explains, gesturing at one apparently-solid surface after another. “Weapon and armor storage on that side, material supplies over there, workbenches and stuff on the port side. I’ll pull down the wash unit if you want to let your coat dry off.”

Comments

[notalldead]

"Coat and all the rest, prolly." He'd done as she suggested regarding soggy clothing, though with a self-conscious glance over towards Ghost. Ghost is male, right? He sounds male. So maybe he knows how weird it could be construed for him to be pulling clothing off in Blaze's presence. Coat, shirt, bandanna, boots and socks were eventually stripped off, though the shirt done with a good deal of hesitation. He's pretty battered underneath it. Pock marks and dark spots speckle his green skin, as well as a ring of sturdy stitches around his left arm, circling the shoulder and looping under his armpit. Blaze might recall him getting that limb yanked off during the demon incursion. Guess that was the fix for it.

The only other outstanding scar on him looks distinctly like a bite mark. Two U-shaped discoloured dents in his skin just above his right hip.

Jesse does his best to not look as awkward as he feels, and feels a bit more secure in that once his hat is plucked up and plopped back onto his head. There. Feeling more like himself already.

"You live here? Or just work? It's real cozy. Not bad at all." The zed looks around with wonder once he's taken the seat as directed, gazing at all the different panels and buttons. He is very, very careful to keep his arms close to himself; last thing they need is his elbow bumping into a button that fires rockets or activates the ejection seat or something.