View of a New World
Another vignette from a character who is becoming a doll. This time it's the little brat Prince, Drien. (And, yes, prince must be capitalized when using it to refer to him. He insists.) I'm not sure if this is exactly him. Still trying to pin it down.
He stood in front of the large oval simulated viewport, the consoles just below the projected screen casting a faint fluorescent blue onto his face and clothes. Drien pushed his black and blonde braid back over his shoulder, so that it dropped to hang at his back where it belonged. The weight of the braid rustled the red cloak he wore, drawing the gold string a little tighter across the silver breastplate he was wearing. The metal was inlaid across the collar bone with a gold swirling design, symmetrical across both sides, that met in the middle in the abstraction of a sun. The overall impression was a sun with rays that reached far out across the horizon.
The image on the screen was a bright green planet, covered in swathes of dark green and with smaller faint blue patches. It was beautiful, in the same way that someone might call an empty lot. Uncolonized, no sentient life. It was a waste of a beautiful planet. But that, at least, could be changed with time.
Drien narrowed his eyes, faintly, at a small flash on one of the screens. His gaze chased the text as it appeared, and the result dissatisfied him from the down draw to his lips. "Commander," he said sharply, clearly questioning, "Is this accurate?"
The Commander, who had a shock of white hair and a stretch of trimmed beard to match, pursed his lips and nodded. "Looks that way from here, Prince Drien. The secondary sensors are picking up the same reading."
"Hm," he mused to himself, "Looks like we have company."
He comes off pretty competant. He really is, too. He's just... not actually that competant when around Kirenze and co. It's rather silly - she can so easily make a fool of him. XD
He stood in front of the large oval simulated viewport, the consoles just below the projected screen casting a faint fluorescent blue onto his face and clothes. Drien pushed his black and blonde braid back over his shoulder, so that it dropped to hang at his back where it belonged. The weight of the braid rustled the red cloak he wore, drawing the gold string a little tighter across the silver breastplate he was wearing. The metal was inlaid across the collar bone with a gold swirling design, symmetrical across both sides, that met in the middle in the abstraction of a sun. The overall impression was a sun with rays that reached far out across the horizon.
The image on the screen was a bright green planet, covered in swathes of dark green and with smaller faint blue patches. It was beautiful, in the same way that someone might call an empty lot. Uncolonized, no sentient life. It was a waste of a beautiful planet. But that, at least, could be changed with time.
Drien narrowed his eyes, faintly, at a small flash on one of the screens. His gaze chased the text as it appeared, and the result dissatisfied him from the down draw to his lips. "Commander," he said sharply, clearly questioning, "Is this accurate?"
The Commander, who had a shock of white hair and a stretch of trimmed beard to match, pursed his lips and nodded. "Looks that way from here, Prince Drien. The secondary sensors are picking up the same reading."
"Hm," he mused to himself, "Looks like we have company."
He comes off pretty competant. He really is, too. He's just... not actually that competant when around Kirenze and co. It's rather silly - she can so easily make a fool of him. XD