Lirath - Ship Survival

[cityship]

 As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

[ooc: Open!]

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[neverwastenaya.livejournal.com]

Tenaya gave the sword an experimental twirl in one hand before making sure her fingertip blaster was ready. The morpher she was keeping in reserve, due to its low charge.

"Make sure the other end goes into the bad guy, there," she warned Taichi, smirking.

[fattynoparents]

Chell, too, was staring at the bike as if she'd never seen one before in her entire life. She understood the principle of a motorcycle, but she couldn't recall ever having ridden one, or even a bicycle, for that matter. All in all, sticking her on something with two wheels seemed like a Bad Idea.

But hey, it wasn't like she'd ever dealt with Aerial Faith Plates or Excursion Funnels before they were thrown at her, and mounting the bike was easy enough. Riding it would be another story, but those were bridges to cross when she got to them.

In the meantime, Chell gave the handles a tentative squeeze and nearly fell off the engine revved loudly.

That was a good thing, right?

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Effin' A. These rides are totally pimping," Punchy says, with a grin that could very easily sell whitening toothpaste or picture frames. Seriously, the amount of anticipatory glee radiating off of him could probably be used as a power source for a small city should it be harnessed. He gets up on it, pleased that it seems to be the right size for him.

Now, granted, he's never ridden a motorcycle, but how hard can it be? He thinks he saw a movie once where someone slid a motorcycle on its side under a moving truck. He totally has to try that.

He squeezes the accelerator and promptly falls off the back of the bike, which topples over without its rider. He dusts himself off and looks around, very certain that absolutely no one saw that. Especially not the quiet chick or the bona fide superhero in the corner.

Right.

*[OOC: I got permission from Pixle to post now since my net access is uncertain this week. Angie's up next! Then we're back to our regular posting order.]

[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

"Careful there." So, okay, yeah. Angie saw it. She gave Punchy a quick smile, then turned back to the bikes. Which, when she thought about it, looked like lightcycles.

Oh God, Angie, this is serious. Stop acting like a kid with...

"Oh my God. These are so cool!" Somewhere, Angie's internal better sense was slapping her forehead. The sword was...okay, that was cool, too, but the cycle had most of Angie's attention. "Right. I'm pretty sure I know how these work. Pretty sure I had some lessons on something similar."

Lessons from Tron, of all people.

So. Cool.

[cityship]

It looks like we're ready...

Well as ready as they'll ever be. Andromeda answered, as the locks on the door began to open.

Right. The other AI, mentioned her team to her side. Everyone into position. And good luck.