Suddenly being somewhere far away from where you were wasn't a normal occurance for PPDC staff... as often as they may have wished it. Yet, here, stood in Liangken's clearing, listening to the story of the Xaxosi, is Marshall Hercules Hansen of the Pan-Pacific Defence Corps.
He's assumed he's dreaming, as odd as it is, despite still having the sling over his right arm, and still feeling the dull pain from it. A dog leash is clutched in his left hand, as an English Bulldog is sat at his boots. Herc, himself, is standing straight, at near-enough attention, posture set; a military man, if ever there was one.
He should probably try and wake up, but... there wasn't much he wanted to wake up for. He's assumed he's passed out during the celebrations of the Breach being sealed, but he can't really remember; everything is a blur of tension and, well.. pain.
Sighing, he looks down at Max, who gave an impatient snort, smiling ever so slightly.
Herc Hansen | Pacific Rim
He's assumed he's dreaming, as odd as it is, despite still having the sling over his right arm, and still feeling the dull pain from it. A dog leash is clutched in his left hand, as an English Bulldog is sat at his boots. Herc, himself, is standing straight, at near-enough attention, posture set; a military man, if ever there was one.
He should probably try and wake up, but... there wasn't much he wanted to wake up for. He's assumed he's passed out during the celebrations of the Breach being sealed, but he can't really remember; everything is a blur of tension and, well.. pain.
Sighing, he looks down at Max, who gave an impatient snort, smiling ever so slightly.
"'least you're with me through all this, mate."