Alric Kuhn
Handsome K'lor'slug
He ran.
Alric Kuhn ran through the ships like a running fool. Designer shoes clashed against heavy metal bulkhead in a repeated thrum of noise. Each time they struck the ground they struggled briefly for grip, nearly sending Alric slipping more than once as he quickly rounded corners and turned down another hall. He ran as fast as he could, not caring for the heavy breaths falling into this lungs, the slight sheen of sweat falling over him, or the fact that his hair was quickly becoming a jostled mess.
He simply ran.
He didn't care what others thought of him.
He passed by Officers, Stormtroopers, even Sith, all of them looked at him watched him as he ran like an idiot through the bowels of the Star Destroyer. They thought him mad, driven insane by pressure. The massive grin upon his face and the mirth within his eyes would signal as such, but Alric Kuhn was far from mad.
No.
He had simply come to a realization. He had come to understand something, come to know something about himself. It had haunted him for weeks, for months, ever since [member="Silara"] had said those three little words. Ever since she had told him. He should have realized then. It had been so obvious. He felt a fool, an idiot that did not deserve her.
Perhaps she would be angry with him. Perhaps she would be annoyed that it had taken him this long to figure it out. Alric didn't care. She had to know. He had to tell her, he had to make sure that she knew. At the very least she deserved that.
He rounded another corner, nearly to the hangar. “Lady Vitium?”
Alric shouted as loud as he could to one of the men holding a datapad up ahead of him. The man nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes going wide and head shaking as his boss came sprinting towards him. Alric shot him a look of disdain, and immediately the man looked towards his datapad. He searched for a moment, then looked up just as Alric sprinted past him.
“Just landed! Hangar 3b!”
Alric turned another corner, sliding for a few seconds before setting off again. His tie was tossed over his shoulder, his jacket was billowing behind him, and he looked a mess.
It didn't matter though. She was here, and he could tell her.
Alric Kuhn ran through the ships like a running fool. Designer shoes clashed against heavy metal bulkhead in a repeated thrum of noise. Each time they struck the ground they struggled briefly for grip, nearly sending Alric slipping more than once as he quickly rounded corners and turned down another hall. He ran as fast as he could, not caring for the heavy breaths falling into this lungs, the slight sheen of sweat falling over him, or the fact that his hair was quickly becoming a jostled mess.
He simply ran.
He didn't care what others thought of him.
He passed by Officers, Stormtroopers, even Sith, all of them looked at him watched him as he ran like an idiot through the bowels of the Star Destroyer. They thought him mad, driven insane by pressure. The massive grin upon his face and the mirth within his eyes would signal as such, but Alric Kuhn was far from mad.
No.
He had simply come to a realization. He had come to understand something, come to know something about himself. It had haunted him for weeks, for months, ever since [member="Silara"] had said those three little words. Ever since she had told him. He should have realized then. It had been so obvious. He felt a fool, an idiot that did not deserve her.
Perhaps she would be angry with him. Perhaps she would be annoyed that it had taken him this long to figure it out. Alric didn't care. She had to know. He had to tell her, he had to make sure that she knew. At the very least she deserved that.
He rounded another corner, nearly to the hangar. “Lady Vitium?”
Alric shouted as loud as he could to one of the men holding a datapad up ahead of him. The man nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes going wide and head shaking as his boss came sprinting towards him. Alric shot him a look of disdain, and immediately the man looked towards his datapad. He searched for a moment, then looked up just as Alric sprinted past him.
“Just landed! Hangar 3b!”
Alric turned another corner, sliding for a few seconds before setting off again. His tie was tossed over his shoulder, his jacket was billowing behind him, and he looked a mess.
It didn't matter though. She was here, and he could tell her.