Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20150221232108/@comment-4794494-20150302163214

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?"