Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20150221232108/@comment-4794494-20150302000832

(Morris is Alysha's last name; FYI, Bray is a lot more formal than my other characters so she'll address most people by title or last names)

Nikolai and Aylin's Pelican departed from the hangar bay and entered the chaos of space. Cloaked Raptor vessels fired upon the dozens of small craft emerging from the BWaV like flies. The Pelican shook violently, forcing everyone to grab tightly onto something. Bray walked up next to the pilot and examined the myriad of display panels.

Co-pilot "Lieutenant, based on the radiation output, we're on a collision course with an enemy frigate!"

Pilot "Acknowledged, initiating course course correction"

The Pelican descended with a noticeable jerk, moving a safe distance from the Raptor frigate. Unfortunately, this put them in the way of even more peril.

Marine over comms "Uniform three two! You're interfering with the trajectory of- WATCH OUT!!!"

An incredible force hit their pelican as a metallic screech came from above. As the vessel went reeling away, Bray, Nikolai, and several unfastened marines were thrown off their feet, bouncing around like pebbles in the midst of a hurricane.

Pilot "AAAGHH, DAMNIT! MY ARM'S SHATTERED!"

Co-pilot "Steady the ship!"

Pilot "I CAN'T!"

Bray got up and stumbled over toward the nose of the transport. She reached in and removed the wounded pilot from the seat, but before she could step in, they collided once again with an unknown piece of debris, propelling her and the pilot to the other end of the passenger bay.

Co-pilot "Aw crap, I'll try and fly this bird solo for the moment."