Xemanorth
Roleplayer
Misha was jolted awake by the ship's sudden banking. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. That particular realization also didn't put any haste into the man either. Calmly, he got up out of bed, got dressed and stepped outside of his room. Retaining a level head was something he had been always exceptional at, and even as everything around him devolved into chaos, he remained unmoved, the eye of the storm, cool as a cucumber.
Emergency protocol seemed well underway, that was good. Still things were hectic, and when things got hectic, people made mistakes. He joined what staff remained on the ship and assisted them in guiding the remainder of the passengers toward the escape pods before climbing into his own, among the last to successfully depart the Sunset Horizon. He strapped himself into his seat and began to ponder. This had certainly put a wrench into his plans. He couldn't help but wonder if he might've had access to some proper equipment if he had managed to wake up earlier, a gun maybe.
It was little matter in the end, for now, priority number one was getting his boots on the ground and out of the sky. Somewhere relatively safe, he hoped. Hell, he'd take most any situation where he had an ounce of control over the one he currently found himself in. For now he closed his eyes and focused, taking in deep, meditative breaths one at a time as he continued to think, to calculate. They'd likely be touching down soon, Misha only hoped they weren't in for too rough a landing.
Emergency protocol seemed well underway, that was good. Still things were hectic, and when things got hectic, people made mistakes. He joined what staff remained on the ship and assisted them in guiding the remainder of the passengers toward the escape pods before climbing into his own, among the last to successfully depart the Sunset Horizon. He strapped himself into his seat and began to ponder. This had certainly put a wrench into his plans. He couldn't help but wonder if he might've had access to some proper equipment if he had managed to wake up earlier, a gun maybe.
It was little matter in the end, for now, priority number one was getting his boots on the ground and out of the sky. Somewhere relatively safe, he hoped. Hell, he'd take most any situation where he had an ounce of control over the one he currently found himself in. For now he closed his eyes and focused, taking in deep, meditative breaths one at a time as he continued to think, to calculate. They'd likely be touching down soon, Misha only hoped they weren't in for too rough a landing.