Leviathan
LOCATION: ABOARD THE JAWSOME, DEEP SPACE
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: VEXED
~SOME TIME IN THE PAST~
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: VEXED
~SOME TIME IN THE PAST~
None would dare describe Ghorua as an impatient man.
He was a bounty hunter, after all, one with a reputation for thorough and cautious strategies, so long days of researching the smallest leads, many of which ended up absolutely nowhere, were commonplace in his planning process. He had plenty of practice dropping leads-turned-dead ends, so rarely was he irked by it.
That being said, after a week of dead ends, Ghorua was getting irked.
The large hunter sat planted in his holochair on the bridge of his ship, parsing through two datapads at once. One presented a scan of a human brain, a diagram from a respected medical journal about memory. The other was a long-winded report about a moisture farmer who forgot the last ten years of their life after a nasty head injury. Ghorua sat with his hands hovering over each pad, quietly tapping each one as he read, skimming for anything he could use, anything that looked familiar.
Nothing, nothing, nothing...
In a brief moment of weakness, the hunter turned both devices off, and leaned his head into his massive hand, trying and failing to dispel his annoyance. He stared out the viewport of the Jawsome, wondering if any of the vast array of stars had the answers he was looking for. At this point, he doubted it.
But that didn't mean he would stop searching. His friend was counting on him, after all.
Ghorua let his fingertips rest on the datapads, and their displays flickered to life once more. There had to be something he wasn't catching. Something he didn't consider.
Pressing a small button, the Shark's voice echoed over the comms of the ship.
"Kay, could you come up to the bridge, please?"
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