The Romulan hybrid child made his way down the corridor with no fear. His little face was scrunched into serious contemplation which seemed odd and intense on his very young face. He wasn't about to be detoured from his mission, however, and that was to find his mother. Alanoth was not amused by his present babysitter who was, in his head, boring. Besides, he missed his mother who was the only parent he had at the moment. He missed his father the most and his tall looming figure was missing from his life and left him feeling too vulnerable for his liking.
No! He had angrily refused to return to the game that his babysitter had proposed. He had used the lock codes he had watched his mother use and used them to lock his babysitter in. Now he looked for signs of his mother and although he had somewhat memorized the corridors of the big ship seeing it for real was way different.
Refusing to admit he was lost he made his way down the long passageways ignoring the stares from the adults and pretending to know exactly where he was going. It wouldn't be long before his babysitter went searching for him or worse sent security after him. He grinned at that. His father was security and tactical, it would be neat if he worked with them. Alanoth wanted to be like his father, but that meant being brave. So he held his little head high and continued on his trek with a positive stride and no fear whatsoever.
