[ How long had it been since he went to sleep? Since the war happened? His last memories were of Zarkon attacking his planet, trying to wipe them all out. It was only by mere chance that he managed to escape off world and find one one of their safety bunkers with cryo chambers. Had anyone else managed to find there way to these safe havens? Did everyone get out alive? All those thoughts fade when he steps in the chamber and fades into sleep.
A dreamless sleep that now had ended when the hiss of mist escapes the opening of the cryo door. It all happens in slow motion once the door rises and waking world takes him. His eyes flutter open slowly trying to absorb the sight before him. A cold steel room with a figure standing feet away from him still blurred by the dim haze of his mind.
Sen began to step out of the chamber, hand brace against the side as his pale hand presses against his face and into his hair. He was dressed in midnight blue robes, sashed with silver, something a noble may wear, all to compliment the pale blond hair and green eyes of his. He lets out a small groan of exhaustion as he takes another step, but with his mind still in a fog he slips forward tumbling into the stranger. Reactively, Sen grabs hold of what he can catch in his hands; a shoulder, a sturdy part of the other's clothing as his legs weakly half stand, hang lie on the floor.
Finally, he slowly looks up blearily into the face of the other an expression of confusion and tiredness still hanging in his face; ]
/sweats
A dreamless sleep that now had ended when the hiss of mist escapes the opening of the cryo door. It all happens in slow motion once the door rises and waking world takes him. His eyes flutter open slowly trying to absorb the sight before him. A cold steel room with a figure standing feet away from him still blurred by the dim haze of his mind.
Sen began to step out of the chamber, hand brace against the side as his pale hand presses against his face and into his hair. He was dressed in midnight blue robes, sashed with silver, something a noble may wear, all to compliment the pale blond hair and green eyes of his. He lets out a small groan of exhaustion as he takes another step, but with his mind still in a fog he slips forward tumbling into the stranger. Reactively, Sen grabs hold of what he can catch in his hands; a shoulder, a sturdy part of the other's clothing as his legs weakly half stand, hang lie on the floor.
Finally, he slowly looks up blearily into the face of the other an expression of confusion and tiredness still hanging in his face; ]
What-who...who are you?