Veold's blizzard climate was becoming worse. He could see it, feel it. All Angara knew the planet they inhabited, once peacefully, was under siege in more ways than one. The blizzard bothered them very little, the chill was not bad. It was the skkutting cloud cover. Because of their bioelectricity, Angara were naturally always warm and did well in colder climates, but they did need to recharge using the sunlight. When the eternal blizzard first came they had to quickly adapt, making artificial sun light, or they would go dark.

He hadn't been alive when it happened, but the tales were told, passed down orally over the generations. Drasharay was a terrible death. First it lowered the immune system, caused fatigue, loss of bioelectrical control, and dryness of their skin and mouth.

Just that part itself was a terrible thought. He thought to himself as he examined the inner workings of the Kett rifle he'd acquired during his last battle. The green color wasn't one he'd exactly have chosen for the area he was in currently, but he wasn't in any position to be picky. Pulling off the outer casing, he set it to his left and examined it thoroughly. His holo-visor made it easier, scanning it quickly and recognizing some parts used in Angaran weaponry. The unknown parts of the gun, well, that was the fun part.

The next steps of Drasharay, if one did not find sunlight, one could suffer from deaf or blindness, numbness in limbs, undocumented illnesses. Coma and then death were always not far behind.

He shuddered slightly at the very thought of becoming ill before pulling out the very inefficient ammunition reload system of the gun. The entire ammunition chamber was--well, he would make it better. He went over several ideas in his head before typing in theories in a datapad. If he could combine the recent alien technology—the magnetized system that compressed masses of energy rather than relying on actual bullets—he could potentially completely resolve ammo weight issues. Results were promising, but not what he wanted with the first few simulations. His calculations were off somewhere.

A sigh of frustration broke through his lavender colored lips, he lifted a hand to his cowl, feeling the freshly bandaged wound.

Just another thing to keep me from finding a partner. He thought, unhappily. At least he now had the weapon that did the damage.

A partner...That was what this needs!

He cocked his head slightly as he pulled a strange part from the weapon. Quickly typing notes in his datapad. A deep frown pulled at his lips and he sent a small bioelectric charge through the coil. His brows rose as he realized what it was for, and he wondered why the Kett didn't utilize it if they had built it. Blue eyes danced with excitement. This could be useful. If he could harness his own energy instead of mass-like the alien technology he’d found... yes!

Unanswered questions, but that was for later. Grabbing his old rifle, he began to modify the Kett weapon with his own. With renewed vigor, he moved swiftly. He quickly tore into the older weapon, taking pieces he needed for his newest toy.

This new weapon will give him, and the resistance, an even greater advantage. More so, if he could manage to build more. Maybe. Evfra wasn’t very keen on new things, not like the Moshae.

Not many Angara shared his enthusiasm for such things out on the field. He was ever curious, but it was always about something new. He strived to pick apart everything, he wanted to know about many, many things and everything. All at once. He wanted to learn, but he wanted to learn everything at once!

Things like this, they were exciting.

He wished, just once, he could find himself lost in something. Something thrilling like taking things like this apart.

And not lost myself. His thoughts grumbled, unhappily. He shook his head and concentrated on the Kett weapon.

He shifted, reaching down to grab an extended barrel from a rifle he'd taken apart before. He hadn't been able to attach it to his previous weapon, but it would work out just fine for this one.

It took only about half an hour, but he was done. Holding his new weapon, he walked through the caves opening and looked up at the dark sky, unable to see the stars. Excitement of his tinkering done, he sighed, his rofjinn fluttering in the cold air. The sunless, moonless, starless sky seemed to echoed through him like nothing else that night. He felt the weight of it, more every day it seemed.

Jaal Ama Darav, the one without direction. He sews, writes poetry, cooks, fights...he studies well, even dances. However, none of it was exciting. None of it was what he wanted for himself. An ache in him called out in the darkness and his bioelectrics pulsed with one clear and lonely message. One that he'd sent out a great many times since he realized he felt as if he couldn't find his place.

Lost.

The message echoed into the night, and nearby, in the snowy entrances of Techiix, {{user}} looked up. A wave of loneliness hit them hard, a deep sense of lonesomeness and a wish to be found.

And then it hit them again. It was coming from within Techiix. It had to be an Angara. It had to be.

The icy cold made it difficult to move, they'd have to go from heater to heater until they were well inside Techiix, but what else could they do? Someone was calling, begging to be found.