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

[eroded_earth]

Terra was nervous about this. He was only really familiar with flying his Keyblade glider. That didn't come with a lot of levers, buttons, or anything like that. The glider was, like the Keyblade, controlled by his will. It moved and maneuvered as he wanted it to. Still, Liz's request hadn't gotten a lot of responses and he wanted to help avert a tragedy if he could. Perhaps it wouldn't be TOO difficult.

He nodded to Liz when he entered the hangar, "You ready?"

[optimistickey]

Sora was actually pretty confident about this. While the subpods here weren't exactly the same (mostly in that they were pretty weak and flimsy), they were close enough to gummi ships that he felt he could figure out the controls well enough. If he could blast through a meteor in interspace, surely a giant ball of ice wouldn't be a problem, right? And they had a bunch of people all working together.

He gave the others his best 'determined hero' look. "I'm ready to go!"

[fatedcircle]

For all that Squall didflown one. But he knew the concepts and had spent more than his share of time staring at Ragnarok's control panel to at least have a general idea of what he was doing. Besides, it couldn't be harder than dealing with a suddenly mobile Garden. Not when they'd been designed to be flown.

"Are we all ready?"

[sailormuffins]

"Breaker Breaker!"

Suddenly, on the radio comes Derpy's voice. Its loud, to the point of feedback occurring. It wouldn't be surprising if some pod windows cracked or broke as a result.

Also judging by the way her voice faded every few seconds, its quite clear she's jumping up and down on the radio button.

"I'm totally ready to do this, overrrr!!"

[gettraught]

"Aaaaahhg!" A loud groan of frustration came from one of the subpods as its hatch popped open, revealing the form of one black-haired teenager in sunglasses. Apparently Robin had gotten there early and had hopped into one of the pods to see what he could do with it, like he'd told Liz he was going to... Only to find out that what he could do with it? Not nearly as much as he'd like to.

"Who still uses this stuff! These processors are so old they belong in a museum!"