Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-26104528-20161225014424

(Man,this was fast turnover.)

Now, it was just Lucina, the Adjutant, and the wide open sky. If she didn't have a comatose fugitive in the infirmary, she'd be having the time of her life.

"Eh, if she's not too busy taking care of her friend or too sleepy to stay awake, she'll make it. The only windows on this bird are up here." Lucina replied, leaning back in her seat and listening to the humming of her aircraft. Not quite like the rhythmic churning of a hardy Ibaalin wind-dust engine, but the Flagg G-engines had a song of thier own.

"CATSAI, reroute power from missiles and cannons. Put a little more in the engines." in response, the humming grew louder and more stable; no more pulsating. The speed even ticked up a little bit now that the powerplant had less systems to manage.

Better, boy? she caressed one of the aircraft's control arms.

(Fritz is still working on those documents. Let me know when you're ready to timeskip this part of the story.)