Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160501002843/@comment-24652012-20160511020049

An hour latter all wounds are healed, all pieces picked up, the alien invasion is currently focused on a mega fleet of fighter pilots on the dark side of the planets moon. Some one is in the hall way praying their will be enough time not being fired apon to finish repairs. Supplies are being counted. Dew to damage power through out the ship isn't working so someone is burning a wooden couch with a caldron over it to boil stew for dinner while letting the smoke exit a breach in the ships hull that other wise would have killed us.