"Looks like they're right on time. Guess that's one good thing about Imperials," Donnie says, although one can practically hear the eyeroll in his tone. He runs through some final system checks on his Armor, listening to the continual monitoring from the crow's nest outside.
"All right, sounds like they're not expecting company. Strike hard and fast before they can scramble."
In front of him, the bay doors start to open, a gust of wind rushing inside all at once. The turtlekin takes in a slow breath, hearing the hiss and clicks of the mechanisms unlocking from his Feder, the Armor shifting subtly. His fingers fly across the console in front of him to fully activate the suit, feeling the power thrum around him. He slips his arms into position, grasping the controls.
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Date: 2025-06-20 07:40 am (UTC)"All right, sounds like they're not expecting company. Strike hard and fast before they can scramble."
In front of him, the bay doors start to open, a gust of wind rushing inside all at once. The turtlekin takes in a slow breath, hearing the hiss and clicks of the mechanisms unlocking from his Feder, the Armor shifting subtly. His fingers fly across the console in front of him to fully activate the suit, feeling the power thrum around him. He slips his arms into position, grasping the controls.
"Launching in three...two..."