Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161022094231

"My name's Blanc, and I'm fine. Just a little dizzy, that's all. Once my Aura comes back the wound should heal easily enough." She looked at Tragoedia. "Go scout the rest of the ship, just to make sure there aren't any more of these guys lurking about. And move our stuff to the Bullhead in case we need to make a quick exit."

Tragoedia nodded his understanding, and after passing Blanc her rifle he turned and lumbered back the way he had come.

After making sure Nobel was okay, Blanc walked into the command deck. The three fallen Masks she found there were indeed either dead or in an adequately immobilised and unconscious state. Rather than inspect them, however, she moved to what she believed to be the main navigation control module.

"Looks like we got here just in time," she said, tapping away at the holographic keyboard. "It appears they were in the process of changing the ship's destination to...Vacuo? That's odd..."

Glancing down at her fallen opponents, Blanc wondered what the purpose of their presence here was. Perhaps it was to bring fresh supplies to Smiler's men. But then why send them to Vacuo? That just didn't make sense. For now, though, she was just glad that these weren't some of Smiler's elites, otherwise things may have gone quite differently.

"Well, it looks like we've got two options," she declared, turning to face Nobel. "I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing the rest of the way to Vale. The communication systems have been disabled, but apart from that everything is in perfect working order. Alternatively, we can use the Bullhead and hope we have enough fuel to make it. Honestly, I'd rather not take the risk, but it would make us much harder to find. It's your call on this one."