Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161102223227

The Bullhead was hovering just above the ground by the time Nobel and Tragoedia returned, and the pair didn't hesitate to quickly jump aboard. While Trago pulled the doors closed, Blanc called Nobel to the cockpit.

"We're good to go. Strap yourself in, 'cause we're getting out of here!" she announced, pressing a button which caused the hangar bay doors to unlock and release. There was a strong pull on the ship as the winds outside the Fortune raced by, but the smaller aircraft needed no assistance in taking off. After several seconds of final calculations, Blanc leaned forward with the controls and successfully flew them out of the cargo doors and out into open air.

Blanc breathed a sigh of relief, content in the knowledge that they had escaped the soldiers. As she circled the ship while getting her bearings, Blanc and Nobel realised just how perfectly ambushed they had been. Several hundred metres above the Fortune, the large flying warship Blanc had seen in Mistral hovered menacingly - bristling with flak guns, kinetic turrets and the jaw-droppingly powerful vanguard cannon that gave the Starkiller its name. Between the two ships were three large cables which had been fired downwards from the underside of the warship into the top of the Fortune, down which several drop pods must have been launched to allow for the storming of the ship.

"I can't believe I never noticed this," Blanc breathed, dismayed that she had been piloting the ship for several hours and yet never realised they had been followed all along. If they had intended to destroy the ship entirely, there would have been practically no chance of escape.