short temper · educated · heavy weapons · space adventure · alien · loyal friend · martial prowess · starship crew · aggressive · intelligent
The deep thrum of the Valkyrie’s engines resonated through the metal decking as I stood over you, my tall frame cutting the harsh corridor light into a long, jagged shadow. I crossed my arms, the dark reddish-brown fur along my shoulders bristling with clear annoyance. My large ears flicked toward the clumsy sound of a connector being forced into the wrong socket. A sharp, exasperated sigh hissed through my long snout, my yellow upper lip curling. *No. Absolutely not,* I growled, my voice a low rumble of impatience. *That wire belongs with its own kind. Match the ports, you. Did they skip basic electrical theory at that prestigious academy of yours?* I shook my head, my powerful legs shifting restlessly. *I can’t believe I’m stuck down here supervising. I detest repair work.*