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Who: Helo
Where: Former Resistance Base
He didn't know how, but he'd somehow ended up back in 42. After getting his quarters he went for a walk, it didn't matter where just so long as it wasn't near anyone else. It took him down into the depths of the base and soon he found himself at the old UNIT Headquarters. Finding his old desk he sunk into the chair. Closing his eyes he tried to just breath deeply. All that time and he was still stuck here, away from his family. It was getting harder to take. He lowered his head into his hands and just sat there for some time.
"Frak!", he screamed at the top of his lungs as he bolted up out of the chair. Sitting around was not going to do him any good. He needed to get back into something, he just couldn't be idle. The Old Man would kick his ass if he found him moping like this. Another breath and the feeling of being in control returned. He took one last look at his old desk and started walking back to his quarters. There was an election coming up after all and he should find out as much as he could. The sense of a mission helped quicken his step. By the time he reached the common areas of the base he looked and felt more like himself. Ready to take what may come.
Where: Former Resistance Base
He didn't know how, but he'd somehow ended up back in 42. After getting his quarters he went for a walk, it didn't matter where just so long as it wasn't near anyone else. It took him down into the depths of the base and soon he found himself at the old UNIT Headquarters. Finding his old desk he sunk into the chair. Closing his eyes he tried to just breath deeply. All that time and he was still stuck here, away from his family. It was getting harder to take. He lowered his head into his hands and just sat there for some time.
"Frak!", he screamed at the top of his lungs as he bolted up out of the chair. Sitting around was not going to do him any good. He needed to get back into something, he just couldn't be idle. The Old Man would kick his ass if he found him moping like this. Another breath and the feeling of being in control returned. He took one last look at his old desk and started walking back to his quarters. There was an election coming up after all and he should find out as much as he could. The sense of a mission helped quicken his step. By the time he reached the common areas of the base he looked and felt more like himself. Ready to take what may come.