A small OCC[no other Occ in the RPG go to the OCC thread] Karas is represented by this color. Important events in this color.
All our children have experienced war. All our children have heard the cries and screams that war lay down on us. All because the Arachnids want a new home. We have always known human's condition for land and discovery turns into greed.
All of our children have known. We float in space, in this rusted ship, in this cold, dark world known as space.
All of our children know, once we have safely protected our lives, that we'll go back home. And they know they can win.
Karas was making his rounds, everyone was well rested from yesterdays battle and today would be another day. Karas shook his head. This wasn't battle and this wasn't war.
It was the right to express self defense. Karas walked into the control room, which was sort of close to his living quarters. It made a lot of whistling and humming, which made sleeping impossible sometimes. Other times it was almost like a calm and quiet lullaby. Sometimes Karas enjoyed and other times he hated it. He walked into the small, narrow room with almost a thousand different buttons and lights. Look at them for to long and it could burn out your eyes.
He pressed a harmless little black button.
"You have all seem well rested, get up, go to the cafeteria, and then we'll brief," Karas said, "I repeat, its time to get up."
Karas pressed a nice gray button and his message blared through the ships halls. Karas smiled it was a lot easier to wake them up this way then going around knocking on doors and knocking on heads.
The message would play only until everyone awoke. Once everyone awoke the message would stop playing.
He only hoped their cafeteria mother was not so kind to over sleepers and give them gruel.
Atlas stared at the stars in the sky. Each one was a sun big or small that warmed different planets in different ways. They were almost an iconic and ideal piece of fire that wrapped around Atlas's curiosity. Atlas smiled as he heard the message in the halls, though he was in his room and the messages don't relay her very much. Karas knew that Atlas didn't like loud noises. Atlas stared back at the stars that danced and whirled in darkness. He placed his hands on the glass and smiled.
"We are spirits who will one day hold you," Atlas said.