[ He'd felt stronger. Stronger than he'd felt in over a month. He'd wrecked a swath of damage through the ship. But then it was all ripped away. And everything went dark. It was only the gift of his glowing eyes that he'd been able to see anything. Standing alone in one of the corridors, in the pitch dark, feeling weakened again, he slammed his fist into the nearest wall. Pounding until his hand went numb.
It was the wrong barge. He was supposed to be on the other one.
He stormed down toward his room, furious. Fuming. He'd left his communicator there. He intended to reach out to the Admiral to make a demand or two. As he approached his room, the stairwell door nearest to him opened, his attention snapping to it. His glowing blue eyes visible in the dark. Anger seized him before he even processed why. A burning fury that consumed him and sent him charging at the human, a wordless roar erupting from him. ]
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It was the wrong barge. He was supposed to be on the other one.
He stormed down toward his room, furious. Fuming. He'd left his communicator there. He intended to reach out to the Admiral to make a demand or two. As he approached his room, the stairwell door nearest to him opened, his attention snapping to it. His glowing blue eyes visible in the dark. Anger seized him before he even processed why. A burning fury that consumed him and sent him charging at the human, a wordless roar erupting from him. ]