Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-26130578-20151110071803

A final shot of adrenaline spurred Prism to the drop ship at Dirtnap's command. She grappled through the air and latched onto the side of ship's opening. Swiftly she took cover inside, glaring behind Dirtnap.

"Should I assume you even have a plan for this albatross?"

(I'm sick and don't feel like writing a ton of descriptions.)