Up the creek

[Malious]

Malious was on the verge of falling asleep in the cockpit, mind listlessly wandering though the many horrible ways in which to die out in this nothingness. His ears perked hearing the vaguely familiar voice, with the all too familiar name. A smile crept across his face, it was rare for him to smile anymore but this by itself merited it. He saw as the unmarked ship flew up near to him and dropped back the normal standard threaded cable within an umbilicus to protect it from the vacuum.

Malious rifled through his cockpit securing the spacewalking helmet that came standard in almost all ships, barring the occasional deathtrap some of the less reputable ship dealers might sell. He secured the helmet clamping the system down around his piloting suit and punched in a few keys on the ships console, a deep hiss of decompression filling the cockpit. He waited as the system cycled itself and the cockpit glass slid sleekly open and zero gravity took hold. He was careful slowly pushing himself off to balance inertial force and floated forward under the thrust of a slow personal jet built into pilot suits for ejections.

Malious seized the cable making no effort to speak while unwinding the system. seasoned as he may be this particular action took concentration, panels on the front of the hull snapped open and the cables snapped in very snugly. Systems automatically locking to ensure that everything was copacetic. Malious shifted himself awkwardly back to his cockpit punching in a few keys on the console and fastening himself back into the seat, as the glass slid down and the system hissed yet again sending compressed oxygen back into the cabin and re pressurizing the system. once the readouts read green he un-clipped the helmet and tossed it behind him.

"Suria... It's been a long time." His smile never dropping as the comm systems kicked up and sent the picture of his face back to Suria's consoles. "Seems as if you caught me with my pants around my ankles." His face was slender with a squared jaw, and his olive complexion stood in contrast to his bright green eyes now beaming with a mixture of pride and utter delight. "We're all hooked up, give it a moment for the magnetics to adjust and ill be able to assist on the tow back with the directional thrusters, it wasn't enough for me to get back though." He laughed gently awaiting the tow and the likely deluge of questions. He had quite a few himself but it wasn't yet time. He was all too happy to simply bask in the moment.

All things considered, his situation went from damn near the absolute worst to becoming something he no doubt would live down, but would be more than happy to remember for the rest of his days. Something of poetic righteousness all being said.