Coran hits planetside with all the curiosity and enthusiasm of someone who's just happy to be included, honestly, what a great opportunity to stretch his legs, etc. He's investing a lot in getting to know how his current squadmates operate, but almost equal in proportion is his commitment to referencing the information they were all given pre-departure at any sign of a question.
He normally has his own memory or the ship's database to work with, millenia out of date though they may be at times, but being here presents its own challenges. Planets he's never even heard of, locals he's never seen or interacted with. It'll be a hot day in the void before he lets a challenge get him down. Not that it isn't a hot day already. ]
Just look at that stretch of dreadful, desolate wasteland! [ He is far too mobile and chipper for a person in a helmet in this oppressive heat. But he will always be trying. And he will always sound like he's from New Zealand even though he's an alien. It's better not to question. ]
It's incredible how the Trilk and the Feks survive, isn't it? And look, I think I can see one of the moons from here! Plenty of light for finding those plants by! Now all we have to do is roam around in the unforgiving heat for hours or maybe days on end, until we can hopefully get the samples we need.
[ Look on.... the bright side? ]
[ scenario 004. WILDCARD. It's all up for grabs. Coran can both text spam and twirl around in front of strangers in a way that would invoke embarrassment for any rational person doing the same.
He may also be found playing the role of "commentary from the peanut gallery" for anyone making use of a training deck. Sorry bro, the gallery agrees with himself that you should've gone left back there. ]
coran | voltron: legendary defender
Coran hits planetside with all the curiosity and enthusiasm of someone who's just happy to be included, honestly, what a great opportunity to stretch his legs, etc. He's investing a lot in getting to know how his current squadmates operate, but almost equal in proportion is his commitment to referencing the information they were all given pre-departure at any sign of a question.
He normally has his own memory or the ship's database to work with, millenia out of date though they may be at times, but being here presents its own challenges. Planets he's never even heard of, locals he's never seen or interacted with. It'll be a hot day in the void before he lets a challenge get him down. Not that it isn't a hot day already. ]
Just look at that stretch of dreadful, desolate wasteland! [ He is far too mobile and chipper for a person in a helmet in this oppressive heat. But he will always be trying. And he will always sound like he's from New Zealand even though he's an alien. It's better not to question. ]
It's incredible how the Trilk and the Feks survive, isn't it? And look, I think I can see one of the moons from here! Plenty of light for finding those plants by! Now all we have to do is roam around in the unforgiving heat for hours or maybe days on end, until we can hopefully get the samples we need.
[ Look on.... the bright side? ]
[ scenario 004. WILDCARD. It's all up for grabs. Coran can both text spam and twirl around in front of strangers in a way that would invoke embarrassment for any rational person doing the same.
He may also be found playing the role of "commentary from the peanut gallery" for anyone making use of a training deck. Sorry bro, the gallery agrees with himself that you should've gone left back there. ]