( the sensation of being in space is not unfamiliar to carswell thorne — that is to say, captain carswell thorne, the highly sought after (see: criminal on the run) spaceship cadet (as in, not actually a captain at all) of the american republic military. he is, as one might imagine, entirely in his element among the stars, sort of, and therefore well equipped, a little, to handle this situation with the grace one might expect from a dashing, darling solider such as him.

unfortunately, his eyes have still not gotten the memo to be useful, and so he is wandering the halls of the ximilia, a bandage tied around his head to cover his eyes and uncooperative vision, palms flat on the wall while he makes his way forward, following the map that is miraculously in his mind despite his eyes, towards the control room, which he imagines is probably exactly where a blind pilot should be, if he wants to take over the station and use it for his own means.

after inching along, bumping into every fixture in his way, carswell takes a step back, frowning, before kicking his foot out at the nearest wall and listening for the reverb. )

This is not a Rampion. And definitely not my Rampion. ( as if that's an astute observation. after a beat, he shrugs, grinning at himself. ) Well, at least no one's shooting at us, Thorne! Though, that sounds like the kind of thing you'd say before you were going to get shot.

( the thing about loosing senses enhancing other ones is mostly true though, and his hearing is a little keener just because it has to be. of course, spaceships creak and groan on their own, but there's a little weight to it here — someone behind him. he spins around. ) Who's there? You don't have a gun, do you?

hello fellow orb-inclinded people of the ximilia experience, let me introduce myself — i am capatin thorne, a world class spaceship pilot from planet earth. so basically, now that i'm here, we're all going to knock this out of the park, as long as you do exactly as i say! okay? i do this sort of stuff all the time. kinda!

anyway, how good would any of you say you are in the doctoring profession? like, on a sliding scale from biblical miracle to "cybernetic enhancements couldn't hurt, probably", where do the best of you fall?

over and out!

( anything else! feel free to dm me for more info/plotting reasons.)