Re: Captain's Orders
"Here I thought you were just happy to see me," Oriana murmurs under her breath, unable to keep the grin from her lips as she finishes a pocket reference the only way she knows how.
"Oh, they're back there, straight behind the doors and up a bit, of course," she continues in a louder voice, to answer the question. She peels off her headset and tosses it on the console, rising from her seat as she adds in a slightly exasperated tone that says she just can't believe what she's about to say, "And moving away from us, to boot. Can I drag her back by the scruff of her neck?"
Standing at her chair, Oriana runs through a hasty series of preparations: twisting her hair up into a knot, fishing a hands-free commlink from her utility belt and tucking it onto her ear, and finally running her hands over her weapons and tools to verify by touch that they were all present and accounted for and ready for use. Once done, she turns and stands between the seats, one hand resting on the shoulder of Hector's chair as is her wont, clearly waiting for Helene to precede her out of the cockpit. "Let's go if we're goin', won't take them long to clear that last gun or those troops."
Almost as an afterthought, while she waits, Oriana twists around and cues up the Skyfisher's short-range comms, on the last known frequency the ground team was using, "You're about fifty meters too far north for your ride, ladies, and headin' the wrong way. Turn around if you want off this rock."
This message was last edited by the player at 00:12, Fri 07 Sept 2012.