forum Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

Started January 24, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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Griffin wakes, unable to fall asleep, and goes up to the cockpit. "Hi Brell, Kep. How're you two holding up?"

Kepler groaned at the name. "Ok, from now on no nicknames for me." She then remembered what Griffin asked and turned to him. "Pretty good."

Crisp is still asleep, he mutters something sounding like "I love you guys…"

Griffin just stares at Crisp awkwardly. "Should we just wake him up? He's a bit…weird…when he talks in his sleep."

"I'm not weird… you ar…"

"I'm waking him up," Griffin walks over to Crisp, smirked, and practically screams in his ear, "WAKE UP WEIRDO!"

Crisp startles awake
"Wha.. Griffin? Seriously?"

"Just your lovely neighborhood jackass!" Griffin gestures towards himself, "The one and only! Seriously though, if you're gonna talk in your sleep, go to the sleeping quarters. You are both weird and loud."

Crisp gets up, and shoves Griffin lightly, laughing, and goes to the crew quarters, then falls back asleep.

Griffin calls after him, "Love ya!" he jokes, and chuckles a bit.

Brella shakes her head, chuckling quietly. "Well ain't you the most adorable couple," she joked, "Where'd you two meet, anyhow? Kinda odd, sein' a dragon with a donkey."

"Meh, better a strong donkey than a weak butterfly." Griffin smiled. "We met at the same place. We pretty much got captured and I got experimented on. Technically I'm human, but they altered my genes, hence the claws and pointed ears. And maybe the donkey…I'll have to think about it though."

Brella's eyes went wide, "But if you were human, then why'd ya get caught? And experiments? I've never heard them do that before."

You hear Crisp say. "They used me for medical reasons, AKA I had to take care of them. It wasn't fun, but it gave me experience to help here. It kinda help my aiming as well cause I had to be precise at times."

"It's nothing I'd like to get too in depth with, I'm just glad I left! I don't really know who Crisp was before he escaped; we met each other as we were both escaping separately, so ask him. I shouldn't be the one to tell his story."

"Aya. Not such a jackass, then. The Coalition might be interested, though. I don't know what they know, but they might not know what we know, either. Something to keep in mind."

Brella filed away the info for memory, then changed the topic, "You ain't tired?"

"Who, me?" She asked, pointing her thumbs towards herself.

"No, ya made your point already. I'm talking to our friendly neighborhood jackass, Griffin." Brella smiled, and waved her hand, "Don't answer that. We'll just sit tight and wait to arrive. In the meantime, practice your… 'charisma.'"

(Timeskip to just before arrival?)

(Okay!)

Brella woke to find herself in the pilots seat, a red indicator light going off above her head. She shrugged off her fatigue and prompted the console.

-Nearing range: 10 KM-

She slid back and adjusted the speed down. An automated landing governor directed her to pad 7. She agreed and let the autopilot take over.

All of that out of the way, she glanced behind her to see who else was in the cockpit.

Griffin is in a chair, leaning back, looking at the ceiling, almost as if he was lost in thought.

Crisp wakes up and sits in a chair.
"I guess we are near now, aren't we?" Crisp slightly smiles.

"Huh?" Griffin seemed to snap out of it. "We here already?"