Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170406015729

 The turrets retract back into the walls, and the last of the Me109 drones crashes into a wall. Meanwhile, me, Red and Yellow are sitting down on the ground, enjoying a sandwich and the beauty of the stars. "Boy, it's great out tonight. The air's not too cold, the moonlight keeps everything just visible, the salty smell of the ocean...I wish I took the time to calm down more. To stop flying about, getting chased by someone or rushing off to go help someone...Just sit down, and enjoy a serene moment." I finish my sandwich. "ICARUS, when will the Doppelgänger Medicine wear off?"  I check my PDA. The time is 10:28 at night. I stand up and walk over to the entrance hatch. "Are you going to stay down there for the rest of the night, or shall we just go to sleep up here on the top deck?" I yell into the ship. I walk back over and sit down again. "Remember that time you took out those Blimps?" asks Red. "Of course I do! That was my minute-thirteen run! I don't think I've ever taken out TWO Blimps in one flight before, and I doubt I'll be able to do it again." I say. "Whaddaya mean? You're a Rauser pilot! That means if it flies, then you can shoot it down!" says Yellow, firmly poking me to emphasise his point. I lie down and look up at the stars. "Yeah...everything, except that Red Comet thing. I can still remember that day. I believe a group of people had been dropped in the ocean, wearing nothing but boxers and surrounded my Mersharks. I had escaped, and was going back to save another one, then that...thing swooped in and took me down! Didn't even damage my Rauser; it nullified the electronics, rendering the Rauser nothing more than a fancy piece of metal. I died that day, from exhaustion, trying to keep myself afloat." I sighed. "Anyway, that's not important. What's important is the fact that SOMEBODY DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO LEAVE!" I say exasperatedly, raising my voice at the hatch.