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"Yeah," Tycho Celchu's saying over his shoulder. "Yeah, I got it. Fuel 'em up, have the mechanics check the fuel line on Five's bird, tell W--"
He steps through the door, and stutter-steps to a halt in the threshhold, coming up short comically quick. He's short and in his mid-twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and an impressive array of bruises across an ordinarily handsome face, including a very purple black eye.
"Wuh," he says helplessly, his mouth not quite getting around the name ('Wes') he'd been about to say. "Wuh."
He swallows, and he looks from side to side.
No, this definitely is not the hangar bay.
[OOC: Tycho is now set several years before when he was last here, and he won't remember Milliways. If you have questions, pingable at bohemian inuit.]
He steps through the door, and stutter-steps to a halt in the threshhold, coming up short comically quick. He's short and in his mid-twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and an impressive array of bruises across an ordinarily handsome face, including a very purple black eye.
"Wuh," he says helplessly, his mouth not quite getting around the name ('Wes') he'd been about to say. "Wuh."
He swallows, and he looks from side to side.
No, this definitely is not the hangar bay.
[OOC: Tycho is now set several years before when he was last here, and he won't remember Milliways. If you have questions, pingable at bohemian inuit.]