forum RP? I'm bored.

Started February 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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Brella ran to the cockpit, muttering the entire time, "For fuck's sake! No matter where I go, I'm always getting judged or shot at!" She powered up the turrets, and spun up the engines.

Brella took off so Zix swooped down grabbed Aizen and followed.

"Mitch, lay down some covering fire for Zix!"

Here we go… Brella thought.

Mitchell took in a deep breath, taking better aim. He shot at the ConTech guards. Some went down, some didn't. A bullet whizzed by Mitchell's ear.

"Relax." Aizen said. "I can grow my own wings." And that he did, their chitin faces greeted her as they flew.

Brella watched through the turret cams. "I am just fucking terrified of this guy, now," she said. She set the turrets to autofire, and went back to the door to guide them in, setting her wings alight with energy.

"We need to get out of here," Mitchell said, ducking behind the ship's entrance.

(Sorry, I haven't had wifi for a while) "Let's go then!" Zix said, zooming off.

Zix and Aizen landed in the open workshop while Brella and Mitchell held ConTech at bay. One hand on a console, the other still shooting her gun, Brella typed the commands closing the door and activating the shield. The door mechanism whirred into motion, closing at double the speed it had opened. She ran back to the cockpit and keyed the intercom, "Mitchell, Aizen, take the turrets. Zix, get up here and point me to your ship."

"It's there." She pointed, "I'll just fly ahead. I don't want to split up though in case Con-Tech officers come back."

Brella nodded, "Take the hatch on the floor of the workshop. We'll stay nearby until you give me the all-clear."

On the intercom she said, "Alright, gunners. We've shaken them slightly for now. We're gonna drop off Zix, get ready to law down more cover for her, Ayai?"

"It's there."

"Let's get out of here!" Mitchell said.

Brella pushed down hard on the controls, picking up speed, then pulled up, hitting the accelerator and hoping that evrything would go well.

Mitchell wasn't sure what to do. There were very few ConTech officers shooting now.

"Mitch!" Brella shouted, "Are my doors closed? All of them? We're leaving atmo in a few seconds!"

"No!" He shouted, noticing that the door he entered was still wide open. "How do I close it?"

"Panel on the starboard side! Red button!"

Brella was panicking now, franically pressing buttons and switching flight gears. She raised her right hand and spoke in Lovuthan, saying a prayer to Human gods.

Mitchell's heart started beating rapidly. He didn't see it. His eyes scanned quickly, one, two, three times before he finally spotted it and nyoomed over to it, then slammed his fist down on the button with the force of a thousand suns.

(Hey, hey, gentle! The Elizia is an old thing, treat her kindly. :))

Brella heard the door close behind her, and punched the accelerator, sending them out of atmosphere.

(sorry lol)
Mitchell collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily. "Sorry about that," he said. "I should've made sure the doors were closed."

Brella leveled the ship out, safely away from conTech. She swiveled around in her seat, letting out a breath, realizing only now that she had been holding it.

"No, you did fine, Killer. We all did. Now," She clapped her hands together, looking at Mitchell, "I believe I promised you cloaking tech?"

"Killer?" He said, chuckling.

"Old Earth expression. My younger sister reads into a lot of history." She explained. Leading Mitchell over to the workshop section of her ship, she patted a chair with long, wide arm rests, covered in metal clips.

"Take a seat, and we'll get this done in time for supper."

"Cool," he said, relaxing into the chair and holding up his bionic arm.