Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-5647250-20180114001356/@comment-24852191-20180226020145


 * Captain Stephens looks at me.

Stephens: Sir, how do we fight ice, wind, and air?


 * I think about his question. How do we fight ice, wind, and air? The UNSC isn’t equipped to fight these elements. I think about them repeatedly. Ice, wind, air. Ice and wind. Wind and air. Ice and air. Air. Air! That’s it! Air is the key! I get out of my chair and head for the bridge exit.

Stephens: Sir, where are you going?

Me: To my quarters. There’s something I must obtain. In the meantime, helm get us into the Pacific trade winds. Hawk, open frequency 556 on the E bands and prepare to transmit. You have the bridge, Captain Stephens.

Stephens: Aye, sir!


 * The Hansgraf shudders as it dives back into the Earth’s atmosphere and enters the ancient Pacific trade winds. I soon make it to my quarters and retrieve a small transmitter pod, one of three. The Hansgraf shakes and the picture of Kitana Black falls off my desk. I grab it and return it to its spot and head back to the bridge. I sit in the command chair after reading salutes with Captain Stephens. I activate the pod.



Me: Hawk, send this pod’s signal through frequency 556 on the E bands and transmit.

Hawk: Aye, sir.


 * Captain Stephens soon catches onto what I’m planning, but a look of unsureness soon comes about his face.

Stephens: Do you really think she’ll answer our call.

Me: I trust she will. Where the other two most likely wouldn’t, I believe she will.


 * The Hansgraf shudders, again, in the turbulent trade winds.

Me: Besides, we’re in the trade winds. It was here that we found her last time.


 * The Hansgraf soars through the Pacific skies. The surf of the ocean quakes with the old Bonhomme-Richard-class light cruiser’s passing. A truly awesome sight.