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

[gettraught]

"You got that right. I did manage to give the lasers a power boost, though - they're not all that strong to begin with, so I created a feedback loop to get them up to maybe 175, 200% above their norm. It's not going to be much help, but something's better than nothing, right?"

And that's the last screw. Robin shook his head again with a sigh, climbing out of his pod.

"When all this is over we need to see about hooking up some sort of steering mechanism and installing it on the bridge. There's no reason we shouldn't be able to change course if we need to."