Natalia quietly cusses in Russian as she runs for the crane controls, which, to be clear, are above water, on the tug, and mentally spares a word to whoever's listening. "i know you jerks exist here. I'll owe you a flask of vodka if we get back safe and accomplish the mission."
Of course, she doesn't know yet about the restrictions on gods, and if the god of the ocean's position is filled, they haven't made themselves known to the Corsairs.
But regardless, she keeps her hands on the controls and waits for some sort of sign.
"At least he knows what an Ether Drive looks like..."
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Date: 2025-04-11 08:31 am (UTC)Of course, she doesn't know yet about the restrictions on gods, and if the god of the ocean's position is filled, they haven't made themselves known to the Corsairs.
But regardless, she keeps her hands on the controls and waits for some sort of sign.
"At least he knows what an Ether Drive looks like..."