08-12-2015, 06:12 PM
Hmmm, two out of three. Not bad at all.
The skiff had hovered over the lava lakes rather smoothly. What wasn't smooth was the jerky handling of the vehicle. Each change in course or turn was nervously made, leading Miranda to wonder if the Koopa was still intimidated by her. A quick glance through this theory out the window. The control panel stood at four feet, with no chair or stool to boost the poor creature up. The craft obviously was intended for... taller species. It probably was the result of trade between some of the mining towns. The turtle being was standing on top of a stack of various books, which slipped from the stack with each turn.
As much as Miranda would love to take control of the craft, she had no idea how to pilot something like this. She gripped the guard rails tightly to the point of leaving her hand print into the steel-like metal. She had to keep her balance or she would be Miranda-soup. Since she has been here nearly every way she ventured nearly turned her into the same ash she tread upon. The landscape failed to kill her, so how embarrassing would it be to die accidentally to bad driving.
Thank the red lord that cursed at them from the sky that the two other members of her party were safely on board. She let go of the guard rail and stepped forward to Zack, scanning him up and down. No burns or scrapes on his visage. He must have been quick to his feet. The other didn't seem to have any damage either, but she was sure he wasn't even human. Humans had certain limitations. Of course these could be overcome with technology, so she wasn't very surprised he managed to escape that.
She breathed deeply and adjusted her eye-patch. She had noticed lately that she had become increasingly irritable. She hadn't felt like this since she was back at home, preparing to strike against Coliseum. She knew after Coliseum's grand event, the Grand Tournament, she had obtained some fierce, strange power. It only came about when she became very irritated or even downright angry. When she came here she lost that feeling and now it was slowly returning.
Miranda believed it was a scaler of sorts. She once was an avid reader when escaping the day to day horrors of training. She knew each world she read about had various.. instances that contradicted from the world she lived in. Super powers, lower gravity, and amazing strength were a few of these anomalies. She seemed stronger than she did back home. The koopa's cracked shell and the bent rail were testaments to that.
"If either of you know how to pilot this craft, I recommend you take the controls before this Koopa gets us killed.", she asked coldly, glaring at the turtle who ducked behind the controls to avoid being hit by her icy look.
"If not you two better hold on tight"
The skiff had hovered over the lava lakes rather smoothly. What wasn't smooth was the jerky handling of the vehicle. Each change in course or turn was nervously made, leading Miranda to wonder if the Koopa was still intimidated by her. A quick glance through this theory out the window. The control panel stood at four feet, with no chair or stool to boost the poor creature up. The craft obviously was intended for... taller species. It probably was the result of trade between some of the mining towns. The turtle being was standing on top of a stack of various books, which slipped from the stack with each turn.
As much as Miranda would love to take control of the craft, she had no idea how to pilot something like this. She gripped the guard rails tightly to the point of leaving her hand print into the steel-like metal. She had to keep her balance or she would be Miranda-soup. Since she has been here nearly every way she ventured nearly turned her into the same ash she tread upon. The landscape failed to kill her, so how embarrassing would it be to die accidentally to bad driving.
Thank the red lord that cursed at them from the sky that the two other members of her party were safely on board. She let go of the guard rail and stepped forward to Zack, scanning him up and down. No burns or scrapes on his visage. He must have been quick to his feet. The other didn't seem to have any damage either, but she was sure he wasn't even human. Humans had certain limitations. Of course these could be overcome with technology, so she wasn't very surprised he managed to escape that.
She breathed deeply and adjusted her eye-patch. She had noticed lately that she had become increasingly irritable. She hadn't felt like this since she was back at home, preparing to strike against Coliseum. She knew after Coliseum's grand event, the Grand Tournament, she had obtained some fierce, strange power. It only came about when she became very irritated or even downright angry. When she came here she lost that feeling and now it was slowly returning.
Miranda believed it was a scaler of sorts. She once was an avid reader when escaping the day to day horrors of training. She knew each world she read about had various.. instances that contradicted from the world she lived in. Super powers, lower gravity, and amazing strength were a few of these anomalies. She seemed stronger than she did back home. The koopa's cracked shell and the bent rail were testaments to that.
"If either of you know how to pilot this craft, I recommend you take the controls before this Koopa gets us killed.", she asked coldly, glaring at the turtle who ducked behind the controls to avoid being hit by her icy look.
"If not you two better hold on tight"
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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