Started by Holger Heyerdahl, September 06, 2018, 08:26:30 pm
QuoteAfter another couple of moments, the hatch popped up off the ship and landed with a thud in the thin layer of snow, smoke rising from the area like a beacon. A figure, clad in the rigid uniform of Alliance pilots, pulled itself from the top of the ruined bomber and stood on its carcass, waving smoke out of its face. There was another stretch of silence before...,
Quote"Fuck!" a female voice called out, her hands ripping her gloves off and tossing them down into the beaten ship, fingers working the buttons on her jacket before that too was removed and dropped near her feet, leaving her in her grey pants and a black tank top. "This stupid hat," she muttered to herself in frustration, fighting to get her hat unpinned before tossing that one directly into the fire, her almond brown hair in as neat a bun as she could manage, the orderly hairstyle further mussed up by the crash. She'd need to radio in for assistance but she needed to get out of the bomber before she asphyxiated on the smoke.
Quote"Yeah, I do... Ni ta ma de, g'en ho tze bi dio se," she snapped at him in response, her shoulders tense and her gaze narrowed.
Quote"If you're going to shoot me, hurry up about it before the smoke does me in," she requested grumpily, clenching her jaw and glaring daggers in the man's direction.
Quote"Why don't you stick your head out and find out?"
Quote"I called for help before I crashed..."