I wonder what THIS button does; open

[azulescarabajo]

The recent discussion on the comms had reignited Jaime's boundless curiosity and a desire to learn more about the ship that he and so many others found themselves riding across the multiverse. And what better way to find out more about the ship than to look at the hallowed command deck? There had to be something useful here, right?

Jaime seated himself at one of the various stations and peered intently at the panel. The chirruping buzz of Khaji's voice vibrated against the back of his mind.

Suggestio|\|: Frie|\|d Jaime: press butto|\|s.

"Yeah. Right. Good idea. Let's just push buttons on the bridge of the super powerful meatship." Despite his sarcastic rejoinder, the young man reached out and slowly pressed a switch.

Nothing happened.

"Not that one, then." He pressed another. Toggled a switch. This might go on for a while.

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[zouichi]

"Probably that one in the center," Zouichi said. Well, either it was that or the captain's chair, right? Either way, only way to find out for sure was to try it.

"Zouichi. Kanoe Zouichi." He looked a little grim at the mention of the Daligig. "Of course not. And why bother telling us anything? It's not like we need to know. Anyway, according to the captain, the pirates mostly scavenged the ship. Which isn't what everyone else has told me, but there you are..."

[azulescarabajo]

Jaime nodded.

"Nice to meet you guys." He looked between the pilot's station and the captain's chair, then activated his armor. The carpace spread over the boy in a quick fluid motion, and he slumped down into the piloting station. Carefully, he eased his hands into the gel and waited as the helmet descended.

"Now let's see what we can do from here. . ."

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath settled next to the pilot's chair, watching Jaime closely. "We'll have to see. I wish you luck."

[zouichi]

Well, this should be interesting, at the very least. Although Zouichi was sort of wondering if Jaime wasn't going to end up driving them into the Bleed's equivalent of a garage door.

...nah, the ship was so ridiculously geared toward preventing them from hurting themselves (or the ship. Especially the ship) that it would most likely correct its own course.