Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-7489529-20141112215407

Jumping nimbly up onto the frame of the Jagged Creighton, Halvard looked down at the other three pilots.

"Alright, team, here's the situation. The Silver Moon Clan has decided to assist the UWG - that's us, mind you - in pushing back the HA and protecting the remaining mass drivers. In order to do that, they require that we send an envoy to their base as a sign of goodwill. And that, as you may have guessed, is us."

Halvard leapt into the cockpit of the Creighton.

"Now then, mount up! There are drop pods waiting for us in cargo bay 04. I'll see you there!"

Sealing the cockpit of the mobile suit, Halvard turned on the systems one by one, and began to march through the sizeable interior of the ship to the bay.