With theory minutes until takeoff, Everyone who has sighted up to board the ship Storm’s Wraith gets a notification on their datapad, to report to the ship. Flashback is standing at the boarding ramp, while Loudmouth is in his hab suit, making sure he is all ready for takeoff.
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Direwolf was in the engine room prepping it for take off.
OOC: sorry, I’m back.
Loudmouth heads out of his hab suit, and starts walking down to the engine room.
Direwolf continued prepping the engine.
Loudmouth walks in. “Engine ready for takeoff?” He asks.
“Of course it is, I’m running it.”
“Good, we leave in thirty minutes.”
OOC: Parentheses
IC: Shellrush boards the ship.
“Now get out of my engine room, I’m busy.”
“Woah, hold up.” Flashback says standing in his way. “I need your name.” He says.
“Yeah, yeah.” Loudmouth says as he transforms and leaves.
“Shellrush.”
“Welcome, You bringing anything?”
“Wasn’t planning to. I suppose my knowledge on weapons would count.”
“Alright, head on in, and watch you step, you almost stepped on me.” Flashback warns.
“Thank you.” Shellrush enters the ship.
“Watch out!” Loudmouth says as he drives down the hallway, he transforms as he passes him.
Shellrush steps to the side. “You should watch it. This isn’t the racetrack.”
“Sport, I’m loudmouth, nice to meet ya.” He says extending a hand.
Direwolf whacked the console several times before typing on a nearby keyboard.
“Shellrush.” He shakes Loudmouth’s hand.