Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170328212510

 A small drone bursts out of the water and hovers, pointing a camera at the oncoming fleet. "Oh, fuck. ICARUS, make us dive deeper. There's only so long that they can hold their breath, regardless of their deepthroat experience." <...I beg your pardon, sir?> I look at my hands in horror. "Oh god, what the hell happened to me? Normally, I never would have even thought about something as sexual as that!"  "Claire? Oh geez..." I stand up from the helmsman' seat. "ICARUS, take us to the very limits of hull resistance. Notify me when we approach crush depth." I head down to start repairs. A few turned machines remain, wandering around and moaning, but a wrench to the side of the head turned them into piles of metal. "I'm surprised at the structural integrity of these things. They just fall apart! It's like they're made out of clay!" I reach the main damaged areas and charge my Power Attack, releasing it against the floor. However, instead of a moving wall of flames, it simply buffets the floor with SE. The floor absorbs it and converts it into electrical power to boost the repair rate. "Well, that's one of four. Moving on." I repeat in a similar fashion at the most damaged places, then leap into bed. I mean literally jump into the bed. "That really sapped my Spirit Energy. I'm all tuckered out!" I fall asleep, with my pilot's uniform still on.