Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-11055585-20170108185707/@comment-24852191-20170223182111


 * As the ships fly trough the crack, Alucard patiently sits in hos throne as he sips wine. He can feel the Hansgraf shudder as it passes into yet another dimension. He pulls out a piece of wood from his charcoal jacket. It is black with part of a white cross on it. It ks the last shard of his coffin. He fiddles with it until a large jolt of the ship makes him drop it on the floor. He picks it up and stuffs it back into hos innermost pocket of his jacket. Meanwhile, on the bridge, every one recovers from the jolt.

Me: (Bleep) it, Faulkner! I said steady!

Faulkner: Aye, sir! Gravitational forces are extreme.

Hanchel: Has anyone done this before?

Stephans: Not that I know of.


 * The crewmembers, other officers, and I watch through the observation windows of the bridge as the Hansgraf and several other UNSC ships are tossed about as they struggle to fly through the rift.