Thread: The Lost World

Tristan took his first steps onto the beach, the familiar feeling of the white sand crunching underfoot brought a smile to his face. He inhaled once very deeply through his nose, his chest swelling large before he heaved a hardy sigh of satisfaction. The smell of sea creatures interrupted by salt mixed with water from the spray that wafted across the coastline, the crashing sound of waves ramming against the shore and the high frequency caws of the birds that swooped through the air above him all held a bit of sentimental value. He couldn't resist the urge to drop his duffel bag and throw his hands out allowing the ocean breeze to slam into him, the wind sent the fabric of his clothes twisting and snapping back behind him. This was his biggest reason for joining the military, the opportunity to see the many beauties of the world. He began to think about how he always strove for perfection back when he was in the service, Tristan never wanted anything to hinder his chances of traveling. Then he remembered the day he was shot, he thought he'd lost it all, he assumed his life was over. But here I am he thought, never did he imagine that he'd have another opportunity like the one he had back in the military. He felt a sudden boost of energy, he was developing that look in his eye, the look that everyone determined was his I'm gonna take on the world look and with that he was more than ready to get the show on the road. He didn't want to dwell on the feelings of nostalgia any longer for fear one of his onlookers would peg him as some kind of weirdo. He imagined he would look pretty strange basking in the ambiance alone as some of the ship's crew was beginning to settle on the beach. He turned as he heard the nearby conversing of a couple of his associates. After hearing the two of them introduce themselves and their general concerns Tristan leaned in with his bag at his feet and grabbed one of Coleman's hands in his and his shoulder in the other then jerked him forward a bit as he shook his arm vigorously. Nice to meet you Coleman, Tristan Knight he said releasing the man and raising a thumb to his own chest as if pointing out who he was. He then turned towards Katrina and waved It's nice to meet you too Katrina he said with a smile. I'd love to be the one to answer that question for you Coleman he said as he turned back towards the IT guy But I actually have no idea which of the two it is, my briefing on the situation was fairly short, all I really know is that I'm one of the crew's hired guns. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not here to do any Dino hunting as you can probably tell. He gave a twist with that statement, hiking up the bottom hems of his shirt and jacket he revealed the relatively small Beretta pistol tucked in his jeans and part of the heavy knife holstered on his belt. The knife and gun are for more practical uses, engaging the dinosaurs here is suicide thus the idea here is to get in and get out with as little casualties as possible. Pulling his shirt back down he turned back towards the man and continued. My job I was told, was to help guide my group safely to Beta Ultra and in order to do that we'll have travel low and light, attract as little attention as possible and by the very expected chance we do encounter a Rex our best option is to hide or run. But listen to me ramble on. he chuckled Is this anyone's first time to the Island?