Riiks awoke in a sleepy pile on his bed, his arms and legs sprawled about spread-eagle as he rested his head down in his fluffed up pillow. It was the soft one Dharis had given him, he smiled when he thought about his big bro. It felt nice to have someone like him. The Fallen slowly rises up out of his bunk and checks his lower set of arms, by now the forearms have almost completely grown back, with just the slightest note of sprouting hands. He let out a chirp of joy, his arms were almost back! By now he had forgotten why he had them removed, by now it didn't matter much. Nobody gets docked anymore, it isn't "sustainable" anymore. That's what he hears anyways. He's glad, nobody should be docked. Docking hurts, docking feels bad. The Kell of Kells reaches across the stars with ten-thousand arms. Why should anyone be set back to two? It seems unfair to him. But that's a lot to think about so early in the morning, so he pushes it out of his mind and hops down and stretches, giving a small yawn before gathering his armor, which in reality were just heavily padded clothes with a few strips of metal attached, and walks out.
His patrol starts in a little bit, not like he knows how to properly calculate time on the Baron's Rest. But he has a fairly good instinct as to when he needs to be on patrol. He heads down into the secret spot Iocis showed him, the one with all the loud people and weird smelling drinks that weren't ether, well some were ether, but different ether. The kind that made the loud people louder, though it made some other people quiet, it made a few sleep even. He didn't drink the drinks, apart from the ether like the kind in the Messhall. He doesn't go to the secret spot for the drinks, anyways. He goes to see his friend Iocis, loud like all the others, but good loud, funny loud. With his jokes and his tricks and the way he sees him being a friend to everyone. He's also been quiet, only when he's with Riiks. When he speaks and speaks, not joking, not playing, just sharing things with Riiks, sometimes sad, sometimes happy. He thinks Riiks doesn't really get what he says, and sometimes he really doesn't, but he usually does. But regardless he gives his friend a hug and says good things about him. Then Iocis smiles at Riiks and thanks him, then goes back to being loud Iocis.
He sits with Iocis, joking, taking sips of his Ether. His friend boasts about moons and trophies and great treasures past the Reef. He's told Riiks that most of his stories are fake, but they're always so interesting that he doesn't really mind. Finally, his flask runs dry. He kicks his legs awkwardly as he loses track of the conversation, and finally pats Iocis on the back and says he's going to go. Iocis smiles, nods and turns back to his story.
His patrol is normal, from the Barracks to the Engine block and back. A long walk, a simple straight line, except for when he has to make a turn or two. Such a big ship they're on, he wonders if anyone has ever gotten lost. He hears that from his Brother sometimes. How everyone feels lost. The older and bigger say this system isn't our home. But he's lived here our whole lives, how could it not be?