Summer?? It's easy to be distracted by new sights when you've spent all your life on a city of platforms surrounded by water. She's tried very hard to think like her squad would, but no one's ever given her any tips for what to do when you found yourself kidnapped by aliens who just wanted you to help them fix their home. Personally she thinks they could have made a better choice in that department.
For now? She's found her way to the beach, staring out at the waves that rush up on the shore. She's a small thing, wearing something that looks like it could be a uniform, a long-sleeved fitted tunic and pants. Strapped behind her is some kind of folded contraption that one wouldn't be wrong to guess might be a weapon.
"Wow...!" So entranced is she by the waves as she kicks at the water and stoops down to run her fingers through the purplish sand, that she's completely oblivious to one of those giant green lobsters meandering close by.
Hangar A part of her hopes to find the Omicron-class shuttle in the hangar once she realizes there's such a place. She tries to be discreet about it, especially after some previous trouble, even though a part of her reasons that the likelihood of anyone looking for her here is slim, both a relief and a reminder that she's alone.
She sneaks about, taking cover behind crates as she makes her way towards the strange ships. It's turned into something of a game, and she figures it wouldn't hurt to practice while she tries to scope things out.
Storm! She's seen storms before, but this is a first, being stuck in the middle of one. It's absolutely terrifying, the excitement of the experience quickly wearing off in favor of finding a place to hide. She ducks beneath the overhang of an old building, huddling there for the moment since her attempt to open the door there had only given her a bruised shoulder. Hugging her arms around herself, she tries to peer out past the falling, wind-whipped rain.
"I-is someone out there?" Blinking, the girl pushes back her soggy bangs as she tries to make out what she thought was movement in the midst of the storm.
[Network] [The view is an all too close one of golden-brown eyes, but thankfully the user holds her tablet back and away from her. She offers an awkward smile, a child that probably hasn't quite reached her teens.]
Hello..! Um. I hope there's someone out there. My name's Omega.
[She gives a shy little wave with her greeting, her voice accented, with a slighter tendency of emphasis on the vowels she speaks.]
I guess I'm the only one from my squad here. I haven't been on my own before, but I guess this is...kind of like a mission? I...don't know what I can do about it, but... I want to help, if I can.
Omega // Star Wars - The Bad Batch
It's easy to be distracted by new sights when you've spent all your life on a city of platforms surrounded by water. She's tried very hard to think like her squad would, but no one's ever given her any tips for what to do when you found yourself kidnapped by aliens who just wanted you to help them fix their home. Personally she thinks they could have made a better choice in that department.
For now? She's found her way to the beach, staring out at the waves that rush up on the shore. She's a small thing, wearing something that looks like it could be a uniform, a long-sleeved fitted tunic and pants. Strapped behind her is some kind of folded contraption that one wouldn't be wrong to guess might be a weapon.
"Wow...!" So entranced is she by the waves as she kicks at the water and stoops down to run her fingers through the purplish sand, that she's completely oblivious to one of those giant green lobsters meandering close by.
Hangar
A part of her hopes to find the Omicron-class shuttle in the hangar once she realizes there's such a place. She tries to be discreet about it, especially after some previous trouble, even though a part of her reasons that the likelihood of anyone looking for her here is slim, both a relief and a reminder that she's alone.
She sneaks about, taking cover behind crates as she makes her way towards the strange ships. It's turned into something of a game, and she figures it wouldn't hurt to practice while she tries to scope things out.
Storm!
She's seen storms before, but this is a first, being stuck in the middle of one. It's absolutely terrifying, the excitement of the experience quickly wearing off in favor of finding a place to hide. She ducks beneath the overhang of an old building, huddling there for the moment since her attempt to open the door there had only given her a bruised shoulder. Hugging her arms around herself, she tries to peer out past the falling, wind-whipped rain.
"I-is someone out there?" Blinking, the girl pushes back her soggy bangs as she tries to make out what she thought was movement in the midst of the storm.
[Network]
[The view is an all too close one of golden-brown eyes, but thankfully the user holds her tablet back and away from her. She offers an awkward smile, a child that probably hasn't quite reached her teens.]
Hello..! Um. I hope there's someone out there. My name's Omega.
[She gives a shy little wave with her greeting, her voice accented, with a slighter tendency of emphasis on the vowels she speaks.]
I guess I'm the only one from my squad here. I haven't been on my own before, but I guess this is...kind of like a mission? I...don't know what I can do about it, but... I want to help, if I can.