Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150909192806

"Aloof, snarky, distant. Honara's a wise-cracker to all men. C'mon dude, Fritz told me you can read folks like books." Ingraham told azzie as they met the others in the lab. Honara looked pleased to see that she hadn't completely broken Azzie. Still though, between Fritz teelling her that the mobster's mug was in the dictionary next to the word Suave and what had just happened was...confusing. ''Well, a least he was honest. Not like the last guy I dated. My ass has more "royal ibaalin blood" flowing through it than him.''

"Hey Ingraham. You notice something missing?" Honara did a small twirl, showing off her battle-scuffed but still intimidating armor. Specifically drawing attention to to the flat of her lower back.

"We looked all over. No jumpkit." he replied with a shrug. Then again, maybe not too bad a loss since it was pretty close-quarters.

"Yep. When you two are done staring at my ass, we can get going." she re-installed her scroll into its mount on her armor and drew one of her swords.

"Ok, the vessel's engines aren't accesible from the fuselage, but seeing as we have to pass through the reactor, we can probably slow the launch sequence from there. Expect auto-turrets, anansi drones-" Ingraham projected a holographic map of the airship.

"-and a Manticore probably." she interjected.