Ketta climbs back onshore and gives quick shake which splatters water around him in a small spray. His jumper gear clothing now heavily clinging to his tiny wet body sags off his frame. He tighten the straps of his backpack down, wringing them out in the process, and dribbling water down the front of his pants. He twists around and fiddles with the large blaster hanging from his waist band which has been dragging in the muddy soil since he climbed out of the water. He picks the front of the weapon up and tucks it under the rear of the backpack and tromps back towards the rope bridge.
good, nice and cool. He mutters to himself.
I'll get it this time for sure... just didn't want to make a bad impression
Ketta strolls across the swaying creaking bridge, placing one small foot in front of the other, his hands held out away from his body ready to grab the rope hand rails should his footing falter. His hands don't actually reach the outer ropes, but it ends up not being necessary and his tiny feet pitter patter across the rope with grace and elegance until he glides into the grass on the other side if the water.
His arms return to their sides and he wriggles his shoulders against the tight backpack as he looks for his squadmates without even the slightest air of pridefulness.
Last edited May 5, 2018 4:17 am