[ What he likes about this is that the mission parameters are straightforward.
There are some complications, naturally. Disabling the giant drill, dodging the enormous fleet, making sure the Empress gets out, you know, alive. But really it all boils down to that last bit. It's almost movie-like. Save the princess Empress, leave as fast as possible. Part of him wonders if there's a romance element to this movie turned real life, but that's slim to none. After all, there can't be with these tacky jumpsuits. He'd complain, but his suit is unfortunately not built for withstanding fluctuation in temperature.
So he shrugs it off and heads for the ships. This is where it gets hairy, he thinks, as he stares at one of them, hands held behind his back neatly. Turning to whoever happens to be slowing their pace near said ship, he quirks an eyebrow up, mouth curling in silent amusement. ]
I don't suppose you know how to fly this?
[ If it's like an airplane, he might manage. Otherwise, they might be out of luck. Or it'll be a wild ride. ]
[ ii. drill baby drill oh wait ]
[ The ride here had been something interesting and while he wasn't exactly airsick, that first jolt of anti-gravity but also ship-sustained gravity has him feeling...delicate. Well, nothing like being whisked off by an alien and bonding with a symbiote to spice things up. Swallowing, he concentrates on the task at hand.
There's a drill to disable and very little time to do it in. Ignoring the noise in his head, he considers his options. The best way to do this is to get to the coolant systems and freeze them through, but it'll take time and effort. Especially if it's of a material that has a low freeze point. Flooding the ventilation is another way to go about disabling it for a while, but it might not buy them enough time to get the Empress and leave. Either way, standing around isn't going to get them anywhere. ]
Let's go. I've got an idea.
[ v. wildcard ]
[ got something you wanna throw my way? go for it! ]
november 11 || darker than black
[ What he likes about this is that the mission parameters are straightforward.
There are some complications, naturally. Disabling the giant drill, dodging the enormous fleet, making sure the Empress gets out, you know, alive. But really it all boils down to that last bit. It's almost movie-like. Save the
princessEmpress, leave as fast as possible. Part of him wonders if there's a romance element to this movie turned real life, but that's slim to none. After all, there can't be with these tacky jumpsuits. He'd complain, but his suit is unfortunately not built for withstanding fluctuation in temperature.So he shrugs it off and heads for the ships. This is where it gets hairy, he thinks, as he stares at one of them, hands held behind his back neatly. Turning to whoever happens to be slowing their pace near said ship, he quirks an eyebrow up, mouth curling in silent amusement. ]
I don't suppose you know how to fly this?
[ If it's like an airplane, he might manage. Otherwise, they might be out of luck. Or it'll be a wild ride. ]
[ ii. drill baby drill oh wait ]
[ The ride here had been something interesting and while he wasn't exactly airsick, that first jolt of anti-gravity but also ship-sustained gravity has him feeling...delicate. Well, nothing like being whisked off by an alien and bonding with a symbiote to spice things up. Swallowing, he concentrates on the task at hand.
There's a drill to disable and very little time to do it in. Ignoring the noise in his head, he considers his options. The best way to do this is to get to the coolant systems and freeze them through, but it'll take time and effort. Especially if it's of a material that has a low freeze point. Flooding the ventilation is another way to go about disabling it for a while, but it might not buy them enough time to get the Empress and leave. Either way, standing around isn't going to get them anywhere. ]
Let's go. I've got an idea.
[ v. wildcard ]
[ got something you wanna throw my way? go for it! ]