Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20171025083235/@comment-30700719-20171119023253

I grin, but refrain from actual laughter of any kind. "Hmm. Expected that to be more challenging." I inspect the biplane thoroughly, checking the wings, fuselage, engine, and most importantly, the armament; four 7.62mm ShKAS machine guns mounted in the nose, and (for this flight) eight 82mm RS-82 rockets. Adding a few custom modifications to the aircraft, such as a ammunition fabricator for the guns and a ballistics fabricator for the rockets, I deemed all was well and clambered into the cockpit. "All right. This is...oh, fuck, I almost forgot. I gotta change into a proper flight g-suit!" Stormi raises her eyebrow in confusion. "You've never needed one before..." I nod. "Yes, that is correct. However, for some reason, it behooves me to hide my identity. So, I plan to suit up in a g-suit of my time. Not 'cause I need it, because it'll hide my identity." Stormi nods in understanding. "I see." I shake my head and and start the engine. "Oh well. Guess I'll have to put it on in-flight, then." I pause, before adding, "That's an incredibly stupid idea." And without further ado, I hit the throttle, accelerating forward and sending a spray of dust over everything behind me. A...convenient headwind sends me soaringly into the sky. I send Spazerz a thought using that telepathy thing from the scroll.

{Oi! Spazerz! I'm airborne! Describe your location, I'll be right there! I'll be flying support for you and Sergey, but right now I have to get dressed........Don't ask.}