The Next Act

[Arrenhe tr'Khev 0]

The Next Act

Ne'Arrain Arrenhe tr'Khev

 

Sopping wet, standing in a mud puddle, and surrounded by people that he didn't trust any further than he could spit, Arrenhe was in a good mood anyway. The away mission had, so far, gone off without a hitch, but they were still coming up to the most dangerous part. He knew that overall, he was a pretty lousy dheno: his aim with a disruptor was only average; his small and slight stature would put him only evenly matched with a Terran, but for a Rihan that's a disgrace; and most of all, he hated conflict. Whenever there were even the most mild disagreements at home or school, he would shy away. That said, however, he had chosen his course and would follow it through, or yy'a trying, which he deemed far more likely. Up to this point in the mission though, he had been in his element. While he did na have much in the way of strength, his stamina was outstanding, so he was still very fresh even after trodding through a rainy afternoon, and tracking was io of his strong suits, in fact io of the few exercises he had aced during his time in training.

 

While they surveyed the terrain for the approach to the subject's location, Arrenhe could hear in his mind some very dramatic and tense music as a soundtrack to this play he had a role in. Even at such times, with thoughts flying around in his brain like a frenetic dalwhin trapped in a cage, the music never stopped. It would crescendo during stress, diminuendo during peaceful times, but there was always some melody in the background. To his mind, the current score was entirely too predictable and dire, but there was little he could do about it; the subconscious composer in his head scored based on all the events and emotions congruous with same, and didn't take direction from the conscious mind. All that he could do was hope that at the end of the next act there was an upbeat, happy tune playing, and he would do his best to see it come to pass. With a steady, firm grip on his disruptor, he stood ready to go, his face set in determination while his stomach hosted a very energetic and gymnastic set of butterflies.