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     Alados ha-Soron |
Feeling useful was rather elating for a vagabond. Alados, had he the mouth to do so, would have walked down Coronado's corridors with a big grin on his face. After all, he had gotten the chance to pilot a ship again. True, it wasn't what he was used to flying, nor what he enjoyed flying most--namely, his Kabidajou fighter. Sadly, he had accepted that he would probably never fly one again. Despite this, the entire spirit of the moment had Alados enraptured. One moment, he was standing idly on what he had come to understand was the ship's "tactical bridge," of sorts. The next, he was being instructed to fly the ship and keep it from harm in the midst of an invasion. Although his comrades in this engagement had not been his own people, such extraordinary events were undeniably the sort of adventure he had sought after in the Loktai military. Perhaps he would fit in here after all. As odd as the entity looked, Alados found he was actually growing comfortable around Thoughts. How anyone could be comfortable around such an usual-looking creature, Alados wouldn't even attempt to fathom. Nevertheless, he found Thoughts to be a capable...thing and was growing more comfortable in his presence. Of course, there were many other strange life-forms aboard this ship. And even stranger ones that they associated with. He imagined, though, he must appear fairly peculiar to them as well. Finding himself coming back to the omnipresent reality, Alados realized that the hardest part was that none of these people were among his own kind. They could never truly understand his mind, nor he theirs. He suspected few of them could even understand his isolation--his complete segregation from his own people. But, if he was going to adapt to this new way of life, he was going to have to try and stop feeling sorry for himself. There was much to learn. He had already started this process. In the few months he'd been here, he had been trying to assimilate the language that seemed to be most common aboard this ship, the language called 'English.' He was still grappling with it, but was gaining ground rapidly. Ever since his debacle with finding himself locked in his quarters and without any means of knowing how to explain where his quarters were, he had started researching the language with renewed vigor. Whereas before he understood a smattering of things, he now understood a number of common terms, the number system, the alphabet, and even a few more advanced terms. He felt the time was coming where he would soon have to play a larger role. He wanted to be able to meet that challenge head-on. Having seen Coronado's Spectre-class Fighters in action, Alados realized that he might be of some use as a pilot for one of them. And besides, he was rather interested in seeing how this "holodeck" technology worked... |