Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20150221232108/@comment-25316824-20150303023829

Unnamed Field Marshall wrote: Bray stumbled toward the co-pilot once again, grabbing onto various objects to keep her balance. The Pelican jerks violently one last time before coming to a stop and slowly drifting toward Yoth; they had made it past the blockade of cloaked Raptor vessels. A marine had broken his neck while they were chaotically reeling around, and the pilot was cuddled over weeping as his arm dangled limply at a sickening angle.

Bray "Tend to the wounded."

Marine "Yes Ma'am."

Bray "Spartan Pereshenko, do you still have the coordinates Kipling gave you?" (I leave for 24 hours and you guys destroy my ship.  wow.  Believe it or not the ship is still in tact.  It has sheilds to keep its air supply in and each and ever door did not break.  And you can't kill Alysha who is still inside because that is a rule.  Anyway I will try to condense this.)

Nikolai "Kipling uploaded them.  We should be headed for the heart of the Chat presence on the planet."

(Had to happen sooner or later.)