Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-26104528-20161224023741

(*thumbs up*)

Under any other circumstance, being taken away and put in a box by a Banshee would have been synonomous with death, but niether Lucina or Stahlfritz wanted to make that last scene foreshadow something tragic. Hearing gunfire plink off her hull, Lucina sprinted into the cockpit with her son right behind. The former acrobatically threw herself into the pilots seat and throguh pure muscle memory, booted up all systems while the latter hopped into the Radar Intercept Officer's seat a few paces behind.

"Lookin' at right now a single bogey. Got a good lock on 'em, pick the poison ma." Fritz calmly spoke, tossing on his headset.

"Guns out, loading missiles." Lucina's right hand hopped across the right control arm of the Adjutant and spun the power dial for the ariship's laser cannons. "Fritz, tell the brunette to get an O2 mask on her friend and tell blondie and blue to make up thier minds. 15 ticks, and we'll be like a bat outta hell." with that, she used the mini-thumbsticks on the control levers to aim and fire upon the unknown hostile.

"Copy." Fritz replied and pulled up the intercom. "Gretel, I'm locking the Infirmary. Crack the casket open and grab the Oz mask from the top. You know what to do." he switched over to Osiris's comms on his Scroll.

"Blon-sorry. Agent S, you and blue got 15 ticks to get onboard or you get to fly economy." Already, Lucina had the forward door still open, but she was already a meter off the ground and floating away.