Pilot Name: Roark Togenada Age: 27 Hair: White Eyes: Brown Education: State War Academy Political Alignment: Conservative Amarrian / Moderate Khaldari
Black Coffee "Say amen, say amend. anyways." - Ocean Vuong
"Brr, I'm freezing cold, brr, my rhymes are old - My bro, Jordan
The devil came to me as a shark surfing underwater, I counted the edges, fins, the curves between itself and the 'air' it breathes... I always knew the mark of the beast was "666", or so I've been told. But this, this beast, had a new mark.
777 "...and so I gave up surfing and ran some shit back" The lunch table erupts in laughter as I take the coldest sip of week old coffee. Some strange alchemy sustains it's flavor much more than the suram wrap with weak resins of whatever post-it note was used to adhere, or previously adhere a nametag to it.
'So, when are you back to work, Merc?' my best friend says to me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as they caress my arm. 'Looks like you've been working out quite a bit -- we could really use you back on the force'