Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20171025083235/@comment-30700719-20171127221656

{No, Spazerz. Why would a weapon of war have a vacuum powerful enough to neutralise this? Anyway, I can't see a way through it. You could go around it. There's a small chance that I might be able to create a temporary patch in it, so that you could cross. Have you ever stood directly below a helicopter, and watch as little bits and pieces go flying away from it?} I pull down my pants and slip on a pair of faded gray thermal pants. "Stormi, take the joystick! It's bloody hard to change clothes in a cockpit, especially when it doesn't have a canopy!" She materialises, nodding, and floats over to the joystick. Her little legs can't quite reach the rudder pedals, but that's okay. I slip on a shirt and one of those leather flying caps. I stuff my sepia uniform behind the seat as much as possible, while pulling up a pair of pants with the other. A pair of green hands gives me a leather jacket, and I absentmindedly take them. "Wait...why aren't you flying the plane?!" She giggles, replying, "I am!" I look over her shoulder to see two of her fission forms grabbing the joystick between them. "I...what...how...eh. Pass me that vest!" I pull the g-suit over my head, tightening the straps to my body. A second suit goes on over my legs, water sloshing about in the bladders. With the oxygen mask on and a pair of goggles on my face, I'm almost completely unrecognisable.