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Taking a knee before Ashrun, the shifter took the thick leather boots she'd collected for the man and began to slip them over his feet one by one. The laces were pulled tight, material hugging against him adequately, at least enough to where he wouldn't require altering his figure just to wear them. "I'm sure I'll have a great time trying to search through a foreign computer." A low chuckle as he rose from the ground and met her smile with one of his own. "Lucky for me, these boots are a close enough fit." A few steps around to test the shoes out would earn a light nod from him. "Well, whatever we find out, it will be together. Shall we?" Waiting for Ashrun to enter the elevator, Azreal would follow behind her and the pair were then set on their way back to the surface of the jungle planet.
Perhaps in having escaped what he considered a barely hospitable habitat, Azreal had purposely forgotten the biting humidity of the alien forest above. Once Ashrun shoved the boulder blocking the exit to the cave away and the two stepped out into the for the second the two were out in the open did he let out a groan as the air changed almost immediately. At least for this venture through the terrain Azreal would not be so ill equipped. Having left behind his fine silks and tailored suit, his body could breath easier, his movement was unimpaired, and the ground below him was far from a struggle to traverse with shoes fitting the environment. Still, he would not assume that a simple change in attire would make all the difference. His kind were incredibly adaptive, most shifters were to some degree or another, while the heat still bothered him, and likely would for as long as he remained on this world, given a few more days, maybe several weeks and Azreal would consider it no more an nuisance than Ashrun felt.
Azreal still had little insight into the day and night cycles of this system, but assuredly he'd learn that among other matters to best fit in and survive. What he did know for certain, was that the trio of suns had yet to hit their peak, as they were not yet in the same position as when he'd crashed the other day. Which mean the pair still had what he figured to be plenty of time to hunt and scavenge for food and supplies as well as check up on his vessel. The latter took priority in his eyes, as surely another had at least noticed his screaming entrance through the sky, even if the population was far less than a typical inhabited biosphere, and while stocking up on goods was equally of importance, without a ship Azreal held not a single thread of hope of leaving this planet in any sort of feasible frame.
Thankfully, Ashrun's base was little more than a hop and a skip from his initial crash at. Azreal had not been one to ignore landmarks along the path they'd taken yesterday, and wouldn't need to be led by the hand back to where each had run into one another. The golden haired shifter came to an abrupt halt before the thinning line of trees opened up into a small clearing where his dilapidated craft lay in its sad state. "Well, it's still looking about the same as when I left it, and it seems to no longer be on fire. I'll take that as a positive." With oculars akin to that of a bird of prey Azreal scanned the area within his purview before tentatively stepping out from behind the organic cover. "I don't wish to linger very long, I still don't trust that others haven't taken note of my ship being here, and if I can avoid running into anyone else I'd prefer that."
Azreal approached his vessel trying to come up with the best course to ascend back up to the cockpit. Naturally, he could just shift into a creature with flight, but he'd yet to allocate this outfit Ashrun had given him into in easy to explain terms was a magical wardrobe used by many shapeshifting races, and as much as he wanted to change in the middle of the woods in front of his friend, he didn't. Coming from the side and tilting his head up to determine the relative height of an edge he could grab onto, Azreal stated to back up a ways to give himself a running start. With a leap of about ten feet he'd grip the edge of a wing with one hand, and with the other clutch the tarp, from there haul himself atop the wreck. Whether Ashrun wished to join him, he wasn't sure of, but before entering the ship, Azreal took a stroll to examine what exterior damage had been dealt by the missile as well as the impact.
Obviously, half a wing had been separated and lie somewhere in the distance torn off by one tree or another, with it whatever stabilizers and sub-light thrusters. Perhaps the worst of all, was that one of the trio of engine had been unfortunate enough to decide to fly off to parts unknown and likely explode in a fiery inferno. Whether or not the Varion would be able to make a lightspeed jump without the full set he couldn't be sure of. One saving grace was that for the most part, the hull was in one piece, which for the sake of integrity in trying to exit the atmosphere meant everything. Before hopping through the blown out screen for the cockpit, he'd echo to Ashrun one last time. "I shouldn't be more than a few minutes. If you need me, get my attention however you can." With that, Azreal vanished into the interior, shards of glass crunching underneath his steps. Everything seemed as he remembered in his hasty escape, but of most importance did those golden hues scout for the object of interest. Crammed in the back by the door was a singular briefcase to which Azreal knelt down to raise in one hand. A durable little package to be expected, this was his sole bartering chip whenever someone came searching it out.
The Varion was by no means a large starship, but it was a luxury shuttle and was built without constraints in terms of comfort. Setting the briefcase down in the captain's seat, Azreal made to explore the rest of the craft and see what he could salvage before checking the systems if at all possible. From the cockpit, he'd enter what was essentially seating area for passengers, the shuttle meant to carry a crew of about a dozen individuals for long distance travel. Considering the nature of this mission, the cabins for these individuals as well as most of the other amenities that people would then use were bare or lacking. In this, Azreal went straight to his designated room, a long drawn out sigh growled through gritted teeth as he realized that without power, getting the door open would be less than a simple task.
Clenching his fists, his shape began to alter. His mass grew somewhat in his clothing, though not enough to tear through it. The body would be familiar to Ashrun as the red scaled beast she'd been shown the night before. In theory the door should offer little resistance considering this was of no military design, and after one solid punch a sizable dent had been created. Another strike, then a third, after that the door was pushed inward off of its track to hit the flood behind it. Reverting to his default form, Azreal entered without the slightest trepidation. As he thought, there was a bit of disarray to the items now scattered about and from what he saw understood there was less than would be of actual use. A few personal items, rations that had been packed away for the trip, and several other things were collected within the tarp he had laid out across the flooring. wrapping it together, he'd wait to tie it off until he returned to the cockpit and tossed the briefcase into the makeshift bag of goods.
Setting the bag down, Azreal took a seat in the chair and set his digits to work across the central control console. To his surprise, it still functioned to a degree, even as wires dangled loose from overhead. Clearly the with the engines being inoperable there was no main source or power, what little there was to be had came from a backup generator. The display interface had been smashed as well, but Azreal could link his personal device on his wrist to be fed the diagnostic from the ship. All in all, this was better than he had assumed would be the case, but without a means to run the higher functions there was no possibility of dissuading intruders from trying to break in outside of manually camouflaging the exterior, which was nothing he wished to waste hours in the heat doing. Azreal would have to take a closer look at just what would need to be fixed at a later date, for now he'd expended as much of his self-allotted time.
Where as he'd shifted in his first leap from the cockpit, the athletic male kept his form for the same reason he decided to jump up in the first place. At least the height was nothing to cause him much worry, barely twenty feet at most. With the tarp over his shoulders he'd hit the ground and let go of it so he could roll with the impact, resting on his rear for a second with another sigh. His eyes looked for Ashrun as he pushed himself to his feet, reaching for his bag and waving her over. "I think we're finished here. I'm not sure I can do much on my own right now to fix any of the major systems, so I just hope the natives can leave this site well enough alone for a bit." The way Azreal had been describing what he might have been able to grab from the Varion had had have been somewhat disappointing considering how easily his regular form held the tarp containing everything he'd grabbed. "From here on out it's all you. I've not a clue as to what a day of gathering requires from you." Azreal was more than ready to learn though, as he wore a determined look to his face.
Taking a knee before Ashrun, the shifter took the thick leather boots she'd collected for the man and began to slip them over his feet one by one. The laces were pulled tight, material hugging against him adequately, at least enough to where he wouldn't require altering his figure just to wear them. "I'm sure I'll have a great time trying to search through a foreign computer." A low chuckle as he rose from the ground and met her smile with one of his own. "Lucky for me, these boots are a close enough fit." A few steps around to test the shoes out would earn a light nod from him. "Well, whatever we find out, it will be together. Shall we?" Waiting for Ashrun to enter the elevator, Azreal would follow behind her and the pair were then set on their way back to the surface of the jungle planet.
Perhaps in having escaped what he considered a barely hospitable habitat, Azreal had purposely forgotten the biting humidity of the alien forest above. Once Ashrun shoved the boulder blocking the exit to the cave away and the two stepped out into the for the second the two were out in the open did he let out a groan as the air changed almost immediately. At least for this venture through the terrain Azreal would not be so ill equipped. Having left behind his fine silks and tailored suit, his body could breath easier, his movement was unimpaired, and the ground below him was far from a struggle to traverse with shoes fitting the environment. Still, he would not assume that a simple change in attire would make all the difference. His kind were incredibly adaptive, most shifters were to some degree or another, while the heat still bothered him, and likely would for as long as he remained on this world, given a few more days, maybe several weeks and Azreal would consider it no more an nuisance than Ashrun felt.
Azreal still had little insight into the day and night cycles of this system, but assuredly he'd learn that among other matters to best fit in and survive. What he did know for certain, was that the trio of suns had yet to hit their peak, as they were not yet in the same position as when he'd crashed the other day. Which mean the pair still had what he figured to be plenty of time to hunt and scavenge for food and supplies as well as check up on his vessel. The latter took priority in his eyes, as surely another had at least noticed his screaming entrance through the sky, even if the population was far less than a typical inhabited biosphere, and while stocking up on goods was equally of importance, without a ship Azreal held not a single thread of hope of leaving this planet in any sort of feasible frame.
Thankfully, Ashrun's base was little more than a hop and a skip from his initial crash at. Azreal had not been one to ignore landmarks along the path they'd taken yesterday, and wouldn't need to be led by the hand back to where each had run into one another. The golden haired shifter came to an abrupt halt before the thinning line of trees opened up into a small clearing where his dilapidated craft lay in its sad state. "Well, it's still looking about the same as when I left it, and it seems to no longer be on fire. I'll take that as a positive." With oculars akin to that of a bird of prey Azreal scanned the area within his purview before tentatively stepping out from behind the organic cover. "I don't wish to linger very long, I still don't trust that others haven't taken note of my ship being here, and if I can avoid running into anyone else I'd prefer that."
Azreal approached his vessel trying to come up with the best course to ascend back up to the cockpit. Naturally, he could just shift into a creature with flight, but he'd yet to allocate this outfit Ashrun had given him into in easy to explain terms was a magical wardrobe used by many shapeshifting races, and as much as he wanted to change in the middle of the woods in front of his friend, he didn't. Coming from the side and tilting his head up to determine the relative height of an edge he could grab onto, Azreal stated to back up a ways to give himself a running start. With a leap of about ten feet he'd grip the edge of a wing with one hand, and with the other clutch the tarp, from there haul himself atop the wreck. Whether Ashrun wished to join him, he wasn't sure of, but before entering the ship, Azreal took a stroll to examine what exterior damage had been dealt by the missile as well as the impact.
Obviously, half a wing had been separated and lie somewhere in the distance torn off by one tree or another, with it whatever stabilizers and sub-light thrusters. Perhaps the worst of all, was that one of the trio of engine had been unfortunate enough to decide to fly off to parts unknown and likely explode in a fiery inferno. Whether or not the Varion would be able to make a lightspeed jump without the full set he couldn't be sure of. One saving grace was that for the most part, the hull was in one piece, which for the sake of integrity in trying to exit the atmosphere meant everything. Before hopping through the blown out screen for the cockpit, he'd echo to Ashrun one last time. "I shouldn't be more than a few minutes. If you need me, get my attention however you can." With that, Azreal vanished into the interior, shards of glass crunching underneath his steps. Everything seemed as he remembered in his hasty escape, but of most importance did those golden hues scout for the object of interest. Crammed in the back by the door was a singular briefcase to which Azreal knelt down to raise in one hand. A durable little package to be expected, this was his sole bartering chip whenever someone came searching it out.
The Varion was by no means a large starship, but it was a luxury shuttle and was built without constraints in terms of comfort. Setting the briefcase down in the captain's seat, Azreal made to explore the rest of the craft and see what he could salvage before checking the systems if at all possible. From the cockpit, he'd enter what was essentially seating area for passengers, the shuttle meant to carry a crew of about a dozen individuals for long distance travel. Considering the nature of this mission, the cabins for these individuals as well as most of the other amenities that people would then use were bare or lacking. In this, Azreal went straight to his designated room, a long drawn out sigh growled through gritted teeth as he realized that without power, getting the door open would be less than a simple task.
Clenching his fists, his shape began to alter. His mass grew somewhat in his clothing, though not enough to tear through it. The body would be familiar to Ashrun as the red scaled beast she'd been shown the night before. In theory the door should offer little resistance considering this was of no military design, and after one solid punch a sizable dent had been created. Another strike, then a third, after that the door was pushed inward off of its track to hit the flood behind it. Reverting to his default form, Azreal entered without the slightest trepidation. As he thought, there was a bit of disarray to the items now scattered about and from what he saw understood there was less than would be of actual use. A few personal items, rations that had been packed away for the trip, and several other things were collected within the tarp he had laid out across the flooring. wrapping it together, he'd wait to tie it off until he returned to the cockpit and tossed the briefcase into the makeshift bag of goods.
Setting the bag down, Azreal took a seat in the chair and set his digits to work across the central control console. To his surprise, it still functioned to a degree, even as wires dangled loose from overhead. Clearly the with the engines being inoperable there was no main source or power, what little there was to be had came from a backup generator. The display interface had been smashed as well, but Azreal could link his personal device on his wrist to be fed the diagnostic from the ship. All in all, this was better than he had assumed would be the case, but without a means to run the higher functions there was no possibility of dissuading intruders from trying to break in outside of manually camouflaging the exterior, which was nothing he wished to waste hours in the heat doing. Azreal would have to take a closer look at just what would need to be fixed at a later date, for now he'd expended as much of his self-allotted time.
Where as he'd shifted in his first leap from the cockpit, the athletic male kept his form for the same reason he decided to jump up in the first place. At least the height was nothing to cause him much worry, barely twenty feet at most. With the tarp over his shoulders he'd hit the ground and let go of it so he could roll with the impact, resting on his rear for a second with another sigh. His eyes looked for Ashrun as he pushed himself to his feet, reaching for his bag and waving her over. "I think we're finished here. I'm not sure I can do much on my own right now to fix any of the major systems, so I just hope the natives can leave this site well enough alone for a bit." The way Azreal had been describing what he might have been able to grab from the Varion had had have been somewhat disappointing considering how easily his regular form held the tarp containing everything he'd grabbed. "From here on out it's all you. I've not a clue as to what a day of gathering requires from you." Azreal was more than ready to learn though, as he wore a determined look to his face.
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