Leila bit back a snort of laughter as Mina mocked Laros, "Ooooh, an assassin! I'm sooo scared! How am I to deal with such terror?"[/color Luckily, Laros seemed unperturbed even as Mina stuck out her tongue at him. [color=#800080]"I know someone who had a scar like that. It went further up to his eye though. I'm pretty sure he's dead now." Mina added to Leila and Flux. Leila let Flux push her hand away softly as he explained, "Childhood, back on Sem-planet Smiea-T56. Things were rough back then, y'know, fighting for the necessities. I got caught up in the middle of fight, received this lovely mark. It really brings out my eyes, don't cha think? I've tried to make it fade but it seems to like me." Leila giggled and swooned playfully. "That sounds rough. But hey, you're here now and at least your scar is a good icebreaker." Mina patted Flux's shoulder. "Nothing wrong with a good scar, it could even be considered intimidating, which could come in handy." Laros commented and Leila shrugged, "Intimidation is overrated. I prefer to weasel my way into your heart and soul." She finished off with a saucy wink as the radio up front squawked to life. “Shuttle 12-A. We are tracking one of the storm's eyes. It looks like it might hit you. Finish take off procedures and report back. Prep for remote take off. Over.” “Thank goodness, maybe we'll get off the moon sometime before nightfall. I hope everyone is buckled back there.” One of the soldiers called back, and Leila dutifully clicked the belt over her body. "We'd better get on that." Mina reminded everyone, buckling her own before stretching out her legs and tapping her boots against the floor.
“Starting engines. Shuttle diagnostic check complete. Beginning remote launch.” As the lights shut off and the floor began to shake, one of the soldiers leaned over with a mocking grin barely visible in the faint glow of the monitor, “Best part is we have absolutely no control over this machine, someone else who is safely aboard the Transcendence is piloting this vessel. So, if we start plummeting remember there is nothing we can do.” Leila swallowed hard as the craft shook slightly. She much preferred it when she was piloting, not some fancy schmancy tech nerd not even in the shuttle. "There's plenty we can do!" Leila protested loudly, "We can jump out with parachutes, we can override the computer and pilot manually, we can call the current pilot an incompetent, mold-for-brains, scrub..." She threw up her hands in surrender, "Heck we could even toss someone out in the storm as sacrifice for the weather gods to give us safe passage!" Dropping her voice, Leila hissed a whisper to her fellow not-solders. "I volunteer Soldier Slugface as tribute!" She snickered to herself, nudging Mina and Flux in the ribs with her elbows.
Not all those who wander are lost. - J. R. R. Tolkien