Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-27830834-20181231214601

"Wha- din' nab it, was my cuz's I swear-" Says Kaylock, waking up with a start as the boarding aperture yawns open with a blast of frigid air.

The voidborn had somehow managed to doze off mid-transit, his flak jacket serving as a makeshift pillow. He stumbled out, his balled-up garment in one hand, rubbing the sleep out of his slightly oversized eyes with the other. Dressed only in light fatigues and a gun belt, without his jacket Kaylock was practically naked from the waist up, his lanky, almost stretched form corded with wiry muscle and patterned with a seemingly endless number of tattoos. Underdressed as he was the pervasive cold hardly bothered him; Fleet Remora hadn't been known for its onboard temperature control.

"Your high holiness," He muttered at the bulky blur he assumed was the Inquisitor, blearily taking in his surroundings. "'Pologies, think I slept through th' war."