Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20151026070812

Azulius took advantage of the slope to power-slide towards the reactor, stopping his momentum with Roaring Moxie's hook. He stood up and examined the control panel. The magician wasn't even close to calling himself a Dust engineer, but he had read enough books as a kid to know what too look for.

"If memory serves," he shouted over the noise of the storm,  "These things are controlled by a mess of metal rods made of some kinda inert alloy.  We find the controls, drop the rods into the reactor core, and the Dust stops reacting and powering the weather control.  Look for some kind of emergency stop button." The ship lurched again, adding a subtle emphasis to Azzie's words.