*Chris had climbed down from the turret, collected the gun and given it to Portal,*
"There's no point. They're already letting us through. It's not worth the extra risk."
*Portal hit a button on the gun and a much larger than usual portal appeared on the opposite wall. He put the APC in gear and it started to advance.*
Kadesha's not going back through. Portal's got some character development involving her which needs to be played through when he gets online again which means she needs to be present. For that reason Portal's going to shut the portal as soon as he's though, prompting us to go "WTF???" and him to go "LOL! n00bz".
Samuel was whooping and cheering inside, but his apperance was set in a smile. He saw that the APC was different, a second turret in the front and some patches of white new armor. They seemsed to have handeled themselves well.
He mechanics started to yell commands and grab weapons. Samuel told them that they were friends, and stand down. They lowered the weapons but held on to them. They went back to work with a minimal of muttering.
Samuel walked towards the APC. He saw Chris in the drivers seat and signaled to open up the vehicle.
[Sparrow tweaked the Warship's landing gear, and was completely oblivious to the unfolding events. He hadn't even noticed the APC arriving through the Warship's side.]
Robin...
[Sparrow looked around]
ROBIN.
[Shift]
What now?
[Shift]
I need a wrench and some water, it's like a freaking furnace down here.
[Robin completely ignored Sparrow, and padded off toward the mechanics.]
Christ. That dog reminds me of Chris sometimes... eh whatever.
[Sparrow tweaks the landing gear's screws, and part of the Warship's underbelly collapses on his right side.]
Damn Warship. All I try to do is tweak the landing gear for a smoother landing. And what happens? It collapses on me! Gah! This piece of junk may as well just kill me now. Heh, flying this piece of crap will do this to me anyway. God damn motherfu-- oh, Sam! Hey! Yeah, I'm trapped.
I mean, it's not like I enjoy flying this deathtrap. You think I like it when I have to look at 15 dials every second just to figure out how to keep us from dying? Well. Actually, it is sort of fun. I mean, not the dying bit. More the actual flying. Doesn't change the fact this piece of crap can fly about as straight as a paper airplane, which sound a better mode of transport right about now-- Chris? Zap? Holy shit!
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