Shuttle“You got it, ‘Lita,” Chromia said wearily, giving Elita a pat on the shoulder. Plopping down in the pilot’s seat with a huff, she tried to get a feel for the shuttle. Decepticon engineering wasn’t exactly something she was well practiced with, but it couldn’t be too different from any old shuttle. Same principles applied.
Back in the passenger bay, Thunderclash held up a hand to
Patchwork, not to indicate that he needed repair, but signaling for him to stop.
“Attend to
Road Rage, Boss, and the others first, Patchwork,” he said before the shuttle jostled violently once more. He managed to reach out and catch Firestar before she was flung all of the way into the wall, heaving her back to her seat as she uttered a string of profanities.
“But perhaps that would best wait until the turbulence has calmed.”
“Uh-oh,” Chromia’s voice came from the pilot cabin. Following it, a sudden loud rumbling and quake shook the ship.
“That…did not sound good,” Thunderclash commented, strapping Firestar in.
“Hang on, everyone!” Chromia shouted over the low roar, “We’re not out of this just yet!” From where she sat, Chromia held onto the steering wheel and jabbed several buttons while alarms and warning bleeped at her on several monitors.
“I slaggin’ know! Now go away, ya blasted-“
BOOM!((OOC: Everyone aboard the shuttle, we will be moving to the new thread Hoven – Buried Secrets.))