Can Commanding Officers Relax? It's harder than you think! [OPEN]
Lash was very unused to vacations. Her entire life had been in service to the army, developing weapons and blowing things up (quite possibly with death rays. Alright more like very likely.) and the idea of being somewhere for a few days doing nearly nothing made her oddly confused.
Still, she was appreciative that Stacy had allowed her to use a neotank to move around, even if all the weapon systems had been disabled and gutted out to keep with the rules of the world. It gave her something somewhat familair in an unfamiliar universe. It was hard to imagine where she had all started out, now that she was in a gigantic world ship trying to save the universe from the Ohm. But today wasn't for that! After a bit of shopping and doing what had been asked of her, she was now dressed in a two piece bathing suit, sunglasses covering her eyes. Lash stretched out on top of the neotank on a quiet beach as her pale while skin soaked in the warm rays.
This is nice, she had to admit as she sipped a lemonade. Unlike anything she had seen before, and the smell of the ocean air was quite exhilarating and different from the gasoline, dead bodies and bullets she was used to.
"Relaxing isn't bad at all!" she told no one in particular, content to watch the sea-line horizon. "But maybe I should go get some paper and sketch out a few ideas..."
Still, she was appreciative that Stacy had allowed her to use a neotank to move around, even if all the weapon systems had been disabled and gutted out to keep with the rules of the world. It gave her something somewhat familair in an unfamiliar universe. It was hard to imagine where she had all started out, now that she was in a gigantic world ship trying to save the universe from the Ohm. But today wasn't for that! After a bit of shopping and doing what had been asked of her, she was now dressed in a two piece bathing suit, sunglasses covering her eyes. Lash stretched out on top of the neotank on a quiet beach as her pale while skin soaked in the warm rays.
This is nice, she had to admit as she sipped a lemonade. Unlike anything she had seen before, and the smell of the ocean air was quite exhilarating and different from the gasoline, dead bodies and bullets she was used to.
"Relaxing isn't bad at all!" she told no one in particular, content to watch the sea-line horizon. "But maybe I should go get some paper and sketch out a few ideas..."