The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity

[punsofiron]

Characters: Iron Liz and everybody who volunteered in this post
Content: SAVING THE SATELLITE
Location: Launch deck, then out by the spaceburg
Time of Day: if we're going by the logic of recreating the infamous crash...late at night?
Warnings: contains bitty Derpy Hooves.
Notes: Entries can be done party-style, then there will be a more organized thread of getting out there and blasting the thing.

Liz adjusted the goggles on her forehead as she paced the launch deck, waiting for the others to show up. She hadn't changed out of her evening gown; no time to. But she may as well go out there in style, right?

That'd give her something, at least. They were short a pilot, and some of the volunteers...well, to say she had her doubts would be a bit of an understatement. But the show must go on. She'd done her best to get as much information on the pods as possible, making plans, trying to compensate for the shortage of firepower and planning contingencies.

This better work.

((OOC: WE STILL HAVE ROOM FOR AT LEAST ONE MORE PILOT, PLEASE PM ME OR RESPOND TO LIZ'S POST ABOUT IT! Current pilots are:

Iron Liz
Crow
Sora
Derpy Hooves
Hope?
Squall
Robin
Minako
Zidane?
Terra
Ratchet

Please confirm if this is correct))

Comments

[punsofiron]

"I hope so...I dunno how strong these lasers are and we're still short a pilot."

[optimistickey]

Hmm, perhaps less people knew how to pilot these kind of vehicles than Sora thought. Well, they could only do the best with what they had. "I guess the only way we can find out is to get going."