Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170210035134/@comment-30700719-20170216011903

"That was great! I think I'm going to go and have a short flight, to burn some of it off and get me ready for sleep." I walk out the front door, looking around. "Okay. ICARUS, prepare the testing apparatus." <*sigh* Very well.> A suit of light armor coloured sepia forms around my body, fitting snugly. My newest creation forms around my feet and legs: the Striker Unit. I do a quick maintenance check, then pop on a helmet. "ICARUS, show airspeed and altitude on the HUD." Two numbers appear on the screen in front of my eyes. I check my surroundings, say, "Test flight of prototype personnel flight device in three, two, one..." I leap forward and will the engines to life. "Woohoo!" I take off, holding my body rigid. "Hmm, good speed and stability, time to test manoeuvrability!" I cut the throttle and start falling towards the sand. At the last moment, I hit the throttle. "Not bad. This could be useful." I get myself as level as possible, cut the throttle, and tuck-and-roll. I come up covered in sand. "Not bad, eh? What do you say, ICARUS?"  I jump back into the air as a sandcroc takes a huge chomp, jaws slamming together. "I can still be air support, even where I can't get a Rauser in!" I fly up to the ceiling and look around. I get bored, and head back to Curly's house. A little way away, I dematerialise the apparatus and Striker Unit, then walk back. I open up the door, knock the sand from my boots at the doorway, then walk inside and hit the floor. I fabricate a pillow and blanket, then fall asleep.