forum Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

Started January 24, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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"Right…. I'll be sure to leave a good report when I get there. Can't fly a ship, threatens friendlies, a real 10 outta 10."

Crisp let Brella down, and she proceeded to fall to her knees. Her leg still couldn't bear her weight, and she cursed her recklessness before looking up at the assassin chick, "If you'd give me a hand to the controls, I can get you back to the front. Then we can go our separate ways."

"Technically, I never threatened you guys, it was always the other way around." Kepler quipped. She moved up to the control section and looked back to Brella. "Where are you guys heading?"

"To the front lines. Well, probably Coalition space for reassignment and direction. I want to be a field mechanic, cuz ya know, electricity's just my kinda thing."

She attempted to get to her feet and failed, "At the moment, however, nowhere. Can I get a hand?"

Crisp picks Brella back up, and holds her for the ride.
"I'll carry you as long as you can't walk. I don't mind."

Brella pats Crisp on the back and smiles, "Thanks, fella. Set me in the pilot's chair, if you'd please?"

Once comfortably in place, she sets the bug on the controls panel, and it begins to blink blue. Brella hums pleasantly while she inspects the controls. Human ships weren't the most intuitive, or at least so she'd heard, but this one seemed more or less orderly in its control scheme.
"This is engine power, that's thrust, over here's gyro control, this is either shield or laser frequency…." Brella goes back and forth between muttering and humming. The hackingbug light turns solid green, but she continues to hum to herself.

"Your welcome." Crisp pulls out a jacket for her. "You want a jacket? I have a spare one."

Crisp shook Brella out of her trance, and she had to do a double take on what he had said, "Huh? What? Oh, no. No thanks. Mine's fine, I'm just fighting blood loss… oh!" She turned and found the hackbug green, "Well I'll be… that was almost as quick as the rifle."

"Ok." Crisp walks back, and you hear him instantly just fall over and go to sleep.
(He was really tired.)

Kepler watches as she points out as to what was what and listened intently. Maybe later on I'll get one of these for myself. She waited for Brella to decided when she was going to let the ship go out before telling her where she was really going.

Brella, wasting no more time, gunned the engine and and the ship began to rise. She rotated the thrusters, rushed fuel into the prep tanks, then opened them.

The ship shot into space, clearing the AA barrier within moments. Before long, the ship was in high orbit. But Brella didn't stop, instead continuing to push fuel until they could barely see the planet on any scanner or sensor.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief and fell back in her chair, exhausted.

Crisp is still just asleep on the floor. You hear him mumble something, but you can't tell anything he says.

Griffin watches over Kepler, making sure she doesn't try anything.

"So where are we headed?"

Brella turned to glare at Griffin, "Go put your friend in the crew quarters down below."
Her face had a sudden intensity to it, "Please. Don't complain, just do it."

"Sure," Griffin gently carries Crisp, and after wandering a bit, he found the crew quarters and set him down on one of the many beds.
Griffin returns to the cockpit and looks patiently at the stars. "Anything left to do besides wait?"

"We have a bit to talk about," responded Brella, looking at the assassin, "First off, I don't recall ever getting your name."

Crisp wakes up and goes upstairs.
"I fell asleep… sorry about that." You can see he found a hat, since he just has a hat on now. Who knows where he found it.

"Hm? Ah, my name's Griffin. Did Crisp not tell you?"

Finally… Kepler muttered to herself, before relaxing in his chair. "So, y'all know how I said I was going to the coalition…" She trailed off before continuing. "Well, I lied, and I kinda need to get somewhere else."