>>5525581>Rolled 2 damage!Kiro Skyeskal, a young, sky blue Marrok and your fellow trainee officer, uncurls from the foetal position as he floats overhead almost lazily. You reach up and tug the tip of his tail before it can drift out of reach, pulling him firmly down beside you. He squeaks indignantly and flails for a moment in the microgravity before steadying himself by clutching the arm of your command seat.
“I’m up! I’m up!” He protests for a moment, before enthusiastically adding, “Operations, reporting for duty, sir!”
A moment later he has his MPC adjusted to provide a slight gravity shear, orienting the deck down for himself. He straightens his spine and attempts to salute but winces halfway through the motion, clutching at his ribs.
“Well, most of me is at least.” He appends, with a sheepish grin. “Did you at least get the name of the moon that hit me?”
As glad as you are to see Kiro conscious and chipper as ever, you can’t help but be taken aback by the state he’s in. A bloodied snout slowly drips blood down his narrow muzzle and his right eye appears blackened, swollen and partially shut. If his shallow breathing is anything to go by, he may even have a few cracked ribs.
Kiro, seeing your concerned expression, rolls his eyes and pipes up, “I’ve had worse!”
His bloodied nose makes his squeaky voice sound even more nasally than usual. You suppress a sardonic smile at the sound, your friend as determined as ever to force his reptilian lips to make Terran Protectorate Standard words. He claims forgoing the MPC's inbuilt translator makes him more approachable and therefore promotable. You aren’t sure ‘adorable’ is what the brass are looking for in their commanding officers but you keep that thought to yourself.
