Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25727671-20150311030432/@comment-26157988-20150312041040

"Alright, lads!" rallied the pilot. "Bulls 3-4 and 5-6 are engaging the escorts! We're about to move into board position!  Prepare to drop!"

Basil nodded and lifted the side hatch of the ship. Gripping the handle to look below, he could see the ship not very far in front and about a couple miles below them. The cargo ships were still in coasting altitude so the Bullhead was able to be safely out of the way. The setting sun was slowly dipping behind the horizon, as the sharp wind howled as the ship glided through the breeze. At eye level, another Bullhead flies next to Basil's ship. The side door opens up to show a woman with long, curly red hair holding a greatsword. Making eye contact, the woman nods to Basil and he returns a similar glance.

"Ok!" the pilot said, "The other ships have reported in! Going into boarding procedure!"

The Bullheads quickly dive and descend forwards, quickly swooping to the large cargo ship. Tightly gripping the doorway handle, Basil watches as the deck of the ship quickly speeds forward to meet them. Once the two ships are about 10 feet from the deck of the airship, all twelve of the Syndicate members jump off and onto the large cargo ship. The Bullheads peel off into opposite directions and fly away out of sight. Basil activates the mic of his earpiece again.

"This is Mirage, coming in. The party has started. Repeat: the party has started."