ITT: We are our avatars.

Colin: "Hello-" *Spots the fireball.*

"GET DOWN!" *Dives down.*

Sa'had: Huh, I see...

Blackjack: Wha-?

-she turns towards the fireball-

Holy shit!

-she hits the deck, but keeps her head poked out of cover-

edited 5th Aug '15 12:51:16 PM by MozillaFireBoss

Hoxton: They look positively dated, though. Swear I saw a tommy gun in there.

Sa'had: Oh, wow...

... Not sure what the shit I took on the sith is worth, though >.>

-Impact? I dont think it is gonna make it that far-

-The burning jet is way to low to make it that far◊, and errr, welp-

-There goes the left wing, and it starts spinning-

-The glass on the cockpit shoots up off the jet next-

Alpha: No, apperntly it is the logo of the company that made my armour, they requested that the logo be displayed and painted in there coulors... apperntly I am some form of walking avertisment

Blackjack: Oh... shit.

Hoxton: -to Sa'had- The techier safes, like this? Had a lot of good stuff, though. Like a laser rifle. Or a starship invoice.

-to Alpha- Like a NASCAR with guns.

Mitch: Pilot's ejecting, methinks.

Colin: "Damn."

Sa'had: Oh, now we're talking!

Blackjack: Whoever it is... Damn.

Hoxton: I know, right?

Alpha: What is a NASCAR?

-And as the craft spins and the right engine explodes tearing chunks out of the fusalauge-

-The lack of ejector seats becomes apperant when an orange suit forces there way to standing-

-And literaly jumps out of the crashing husk-

Hoxton: -to Alpha- American stock car. Looks like a billboard with wheels, drives in circles all day.

Mitch: ...or...

oh. ._.

Sa'had: Guess it's chuck calling the shots on what to do with these, eh?

-Blackjack removes her helmet-

Blackjack: That's just... wow. Could someone even survive that?

edited 5th Aug '15 1:06:36 PM by MozillaFireBoss

Colin: "....." ._.;

"Possible....I hope...."

edited 5th Aug '15 1:10:14 PM by MrKirb

Hoxton: -to Sa'had- He's the quartermaster.

Mitch: Here's hoping.

Sa'had: Yeah... Oh well, watcha wanna do in the meantime?

Hoxton: You got any ideas?

Sa'had: Not really >.>

-Well considering the falling orange suit is rapidly yanking on a price of string coming from there back-

-There still alive right now at least-

-Finaly a ragidy parachute that looks like it has been used way too much deploys-

-Only to rip away instantly-

-this is followed by yanking on another cord-

-Causing a slightly less shite looking parachute to deploy as the suit glide into the beach-

Alpha: Circles?

-Characters are arounds-

Mitch: Well, Blackjack... turns out the answer is "yes".

-Mitch starts headed out to the beach-

Hoxton: -to Alpha- Yep.

Their courses are usually oval circuits.

-to Sa'had- Pub crawl?

Blackjack: Damn.

-she follows-