A man, roughly 30 years, running across the hallways.
No sound, other than his steps through the hallways and his heavy panting.
He has no remorse to push people out of his way, nor does he leave anyone out, he encounters.
He runs, but he runs from what?

just a few minutes ago...

Are you serious? No way they did that! Menteur!

Oui, oui. Why would I lie about this?
I am officially now allowed to pilot a Perilous.
They said, I'll have it ready to pilot tomorrow.

This is amazing! I'm happy for you. After all, you've been dreaming of this for yearas!

I sure did. But, how's it going for you, Nicole?

Not so good, to be honest. Remember that Council I chased last time?
I didn't catch him, and they did not like, that that happened.
They even questioned me for like two hours!

Quelle? Are you serious?

Yeah, I am! They thought I did something other than chase him, and...

Suddenly, she gets tapped on her shoulder, and she turns around, looking straight into an unpleasant view.


A gasp, a bang, a thump and then running footsteps.
So he ran across the hallways, into the direction of the hangars, in hope of his new ship already being able to fly.

A long story, though very predictable and stereotypical. Easily shortened
The man - even though slightly wounded - managed to hijack the vessel.
Leaving with the knowledge he was betrayed, and his best friend was murdered.
A renegade, running from his former home, into the vast emptiness of space.
Hoping to one day be the person to pull the trigger on Gallia.

The renegade:
Archard Morneault