𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 : 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊

Flight Log 01: Mission Report

17.07.2121, 9.38 UTC
Fort Vanguard, New California, UDA.
EARTH

Bang
Bang
Bang

A young man lying comfortably in his large bed startles awake, the rather rude and loud banging coming from the front of the small apartment waking up the owner in the most inconvenient of ways.

He sits up in his bed, sleepily rubbing at his eyes and letting them adjust to the dim lighting of his bedroom.

The window shutters are still closed, only small thin lines from in between the blades let in the outside sun light. The floor is littered with clothes, weapon mods, and junk, all lazily thrown to the ground in a hazardous mess.

The man grunts as the loud banging noise bleeds into shouts.

He stumbles out of bed, long limbs and heavy body not cooperating after such a sudden awakening. He trips over a pair of boots that lay on the floor, almost face planting, but saves himself by grabbing a hold of the dresser next to him in panic. He sighs and steadies himself for a moment, running a hand through his hair, fingers tugging harshly at a few tangles. The man groans as a threat come from the front door followed by even more banging.

He stumbles out of his room, wincing at the sudden sharp pain behind his left eye from the lighting change of his apartment's main room, which is much more lit up compared to his cave of a bedroom, and finally shouts at the person behind his front door.

"Hey! Quit hitting that damn door, I'm coming!" He snaps, throat scratchy and mouth dry.

There's a final loud thud against the door before a familiar voice is whining through the metal door.
"Open the fucking door, Song!"

He jerks the door open, albeit rougher than he originally intended. The hinges groan in protest of the treatment.

In front of him stands Wooyoung, or better known as just Mist to those who know his scaver id. His best friend, his crew mate and partner in crime, but above all he's the biggest pain in his ass to ever exist.

Wooyoung looks pissed, white eyes are hard and glaring. The glowing blue ring on his left temple pulsing brighter with irritation. He's dressed in tight synthetic leather pants that have the knees cut out and replaced with metal guards, black boots with the laces wrapped around his ankles to tie, and a mesh top with a solid black bomber jacket, although the right sleeve has been ripped off to showcase his sleek chrome prosthetic arm.

Wooyoung taps his heavy boots onto the metal flooring of the hallway, making a loud thunk sound each time.

"Have you just given up answering your comms?" He speaks up, the owner of the apartment sighs at the snark in his tone.

The man runs a hand down his face, subconsciously avoiding his left eye and cheekbone where a dark purple bruise resides, and groans. As he replies he steps away from the door and walks around his apartment, his friend following and shutting the door behind himself, the chunky silver and gold pistol strapped to his thigh clanking loudly as he walks.
"No Woo, I slept through the calls..." He huffs out.

The two walk into the small and messy kitchen, the sink filled with dishes and the counters are littered with trash and empty instant ramen cups. The taller of the two opens the small humming refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, not even looking at his friend as he speaks.

"I swear...Mingi when was the last time you cleaned..."

Wooyoung is right, the entire apartment is disgusting. There's clothes thrown on the floor and couch, trash on the ground, and judging by his friends' scrunched up face, there's a heavy smell that Mingi's nose has adapted to.