D O M I N U S
Dagora-Kel was not an engineer, of this there was no doubt. Sure, he knew how to put together an exceptional suit of armor. Sure, he knew how to maintain small operating systems and the like. However, when it came to starship design, there were numerous individuals who were far better than he. Despite this fact, the Dar'manda found himself laying awake one evening itching to create. Ideas cluttered his formerly-troubled mind, causing the sweet embrace of slumber to evade him. Typically, one would remedy a sleepless evening with narcotics or alcohol...but Dagora decided to act a touch more constructively. Sitting up, the CEO pulled the covers away from his body and placed his attention briefly upon the bedside table.
Reaching, he began to rummage through the contents of the drawers in search of the essentials. Deoderant? Nope. Allegry Medicine? Nope. It took a good five seconds of digging before he found one of the few good pens that hadn't been swiped by his eldest daughter. Having successfully procured the tool, Dagora then delved into the next drawer in search of a canvas. All that his efforts turned up was a take-out menu...that just so happened to be stained with coffee. "This'll do." he muttered, before sitting back upon his pillow.
Biting his lip momentarily, the Dar'manda organized his thoughts. Then, his favorite pen touched down upon stained paper.
Reaching, he began to rummage through the contents of the drawers in search of the essentials. Deoderant? Nope. Allegry Medicine? Nope. It took a good five seconds of digging before he found one of the few good pens that hadn't been swiped by his eldest daughter. Having successfully procured the tool, Dagora then delved into the next drawer in search of a canvas. All that his efforts turned up was a take-out menu...that just so happened to be stained with coffee. "This'll do." he muttered, before sitting back upon his pillow.
Biting his lip momentarily, the Dar'manda organized his thoughts. Then, his favorite pen touched down upon stained paper.