Marked

[Reeves]

Almost as if offended by the notion that he had fallen asleep, Damian leaped out of bed and up to his feet. The first few seconds of consciousness were a harsh battle with intense dizziness. And then of course as the sensation faded, it was instead replaced by a dull but thoroughly horrible headache. Still, despite the discomfort, he navigated to where his PDA had been thrown atop a utilitarian table. Olivia was for the moment at the top of his list of contacts, and that made it convenient enough to send her a request for an update.

"Progress?" A sufficient prompt, he felt. Rather than staying glued to the screen and waiting for a response, he instead sought to occupy his time productively. Food and of course proper maintenance on his ship were essential to functioning at full efficiency. He'd been neglecting any semblance of proper procedure for the past few days, and it was liable to bring on consequences at some point if he let it go unchecked. The recent incidents weren't anything he wanted to get himself killed over.

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