Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20150325004457/@comment-24828824-20150508220307

The bullhead started descending in a long curve around the beached cargoship, approaching a suitable drop point near the stern. As the hatch opened Merel got up from her seat and held onto the loops hanging from the ceiling as she looked out over the new landscape: a large cargo ship with a broad deck marked with four folded up cranes on towers and eight seperate hatches to the cargoholds, listing slightly now that it had settled in the sand. Already some of the beowulves that still roam on the otherwise deserted deck looked over to the Bullhead VTOL that slowly came to a stop at the ship's stern.

Merel drew her sword and looked back to Allan.

"Alright, lets get started, looks like we got some beowulves on the deck looking for trouble" she called out over the sound of the engines and the coastal winds rushing through the bullhead. "Ladies first!" she called out and then jumped out of the Bullhead landing on the ship's deck in battle dready pose.