Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170418214016

I sigh and fly down to the top deck, landing. "Deactivate Protocol Luftstriker." The rocket engines dissolve into air. "Get me a status report."  "Well, first off, dematerialise the machines. We don't need them." I walk over to the entrance hatch and open it. "Well, I guess sausage ain't bad. I at least hope there's eggs."  I whip my head around. There, in the sky. The streak of scarlet. "ICARUS, submerge the Trieste. Let's give our guests a little scenery. Open the shutters on the mess hall porthole." I walk through the hatch and close it, as the Trieste slowly sinks into the water.

"All right! We are gathered here today for many reasons. Some of us have come in search of something, some have come here for their country. Others have arrived for their own amusement, and some simply reside here. Whatever the case, I call a ceasefire. A truce of peace. Now, let us enjoy breakfast, made by The Reptile King. Speak to him with a revered tone, and remember to thank him for the food. Let's dig in!" I sit down at the top of the table, and everyone else sits down. "Thank you for the food, Your Scaley Highness." A loud knock resounds from the door. "What? Those damn Mersharks...Excuse me for a moment, I have to attend to something. Feel free to enjoy the view." I say, waving my hand at the porthole and leaving the room. "Geez, can't somebody have breakfast with three nymphomaniacs and a literal king of reptiles in peace?"

ICARUS's voice appears from nowhere. 