Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-11055585-20170716235159/@comment-24852191-20171212024144


 * I look out through the bridge’s cracks no observation port.

Me: Weapons, raise the shields! Helm, get us into a low orbit.

Faulkner: Aye sir! Setting course.

Davis: Aye sir! Shields coming up!


 * The ships come online and glow a yellow transparent hue as the locust hit it. The Hansgraf’s engines come to thunderous life as she flies up through the clouds and into Earth’s upper atmosphere.