The chair creaked, its plastic bent taut as a large man in a rather old-fashioned greatcoat folded his wide arms and leaned against the backrest. Scars ran down his face in grooves like branching rivers down a mountain, with a stark line cutting his upper lip as it veered towards the left. His eyes, relatively small to the wideness of his face, were of a light blue, and gazed at [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76639-the-galactic-ocean/char#post-2403791]Lex[/url] unwaveringly, analytically, as he judged his new commanding officer in solemn silence. A moment hung still in the air, before his chest heaved and his lips parted to a moderate, but rough baritone, one that, perhaps, could have been polished into something musical had its owner's calling in life been different, peaceful.

[b]"Lieutenant [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76639-the-galactic-ocean/char#post-2403827]Jorman Pask[/url],"[/b] he said simply, opting for a short but workable introduction with a shallow nod out of pleasantry. [b]"Had been piloting starfighters for nearly two decades in the Navy. I'm here because I have no other choice."[/b]

Having said that, he allowed his eyes to wander about, taking in the faces and figures of his new team, both human and xeno, before returning his gaze to Lex. He was honestly surprised to find aliens being part of this whole sorry gig , given that the person who offered him a place in it was from the ESA. Sitting next to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76639-the-galactic-ocean/char#post-2405479]Ro'Essel[/url], he found her species' superficial similarities to the human master race to be uncomfortable, ironically. Though the Ko'Secti did not stray overmuch from the human form, they did have a few minor physicalities that, in Pask's eyes, simply did not belong: for example, a flash of a second eyelid whenever Ro'Essel blinked.

At least he wasn't sitting next to the [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76639-the-galactic-ocean/char#post-2408872]abomination[/url] across and towards the right of the table. It was horrid to look at, an intelligence that looked inhuman beyond pardon. And so he didn't, simply; he made a blind spot of where the creature was, taking care not to glance upon it.