Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20160108010841

A shudder resounded through the craft as it landed on the now exposed landing pad. Before the doors opened, however, the view through the windows showed an interesting sight.

They were descending.

As the ground closed above them, the craft was spinning. Or, rather, the landing pad spun as it lowered. Bright lights blasted everywhere, illuminating the extremely high-tech giant elevator. Finally, after about 20 seconds, the platform stopped, and the door opened. Standing right outside of the Bullhead was Rowtag himself, with Nacoma standing next to him.

"Welcome," he said, "I trust your flight was well. Come on, now, no time for pleasantries. The ceremony is in an hour, and we must get you acquainted with the Fort." Rowtag, as soon as he was done, turned and started walking towards an open doorway about 10 feet from the pad. Nacoma, now without a face mask, nodded to the three, then motioned for them to follow.