There is the audio equivalent of static snow for a good few seconds before Donnie receives a response.
"Confirmed. Bringing extraction ship into position. You have two minutes to get your team out. We're sitting ducks if we stay put longer."
Shu walks towards the large panoramic windows at the head of the captain's quarters, her hand and forehead pressing up against the glass. From here, they can see the situation more clearly. A sea of white clouds, billowing out in every direction. Crewed ships dotting the field of vision, some barely distinct black smudges against the backdrop of clouds, others close enough that she thinks she recognizes a few faces. At least, that flare of vivid green hair seems familiar. Streaks of light criss-cross the sky, lasers and shots and cannon fire disperse in every direction; as she watches, a flare of gunfire and a just-as-vaguely-familiar blonde figure crash into a power armor, sending it falling through the sky like a meteor.
It would all be a marvelous sight if it weren't so damning.
Beside her, a member of her team has begun to carve through the extraordinarily thick glass with a laser tool. At the same time, she spots their rescue boat gliding out from the cover of a particularly fluffy cumulonimbus formation to get into position beneath them.
"Better hold on to something, boss. Pressure's gonna destabilize quick."
And now Gundhir has chewed up his gag enough that his words can be partially made out.
"Arh ew ihTHANE?! Ew -- 'Umpin?!"
Shu takes the advice of her compatriot and hooks both arms around a decorative candle sconce on the wall, glancing towards Donnie as she does so.
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"Confirmed. Bringing extraction ship into position. You have two minutes to get your team out. We're sitting ducks if we stay put longer."
Shu walks towards the large panoramic windows at the head of the captain's quarters, her hand and forehead pressing up against the glass. From here, they can see the situation more clearly. A sea of white clouds, billowing out in every direction. Crewed ships dotting the field of vision, some barely distinct black smudges against the backdrop of clouds, others close enough that she thinks she recognizes a few faces. At least, that flare of vivid green hair seems familiar. Streaks of light criss-cross the sky, lasers and shots and cannon fire disperse in every direction; as she watches, a flare of gunfire and a just-as-vaguely-familiar blonde figure crash into a power armor, sending it falling through the sky like a meteor.
It would all be a marvelous sight if it weren't so damning.
Beside her, a member of her team has begun to carve through the extraordinarily thick glass with a laser tool. At the same time, she spots their rescue boat gliding out from the cover of a particularly fluffy cumulonimbus formation to get into position beneath them.
"Better hold on to something, boss. Pressure's gonna destabilize quick."
And now Gundhir has chewed up his gag enough that his words can be partially made out.
"Arh ew ihTHANE?! Ew -- 'Umpin?!"
Shu takes the advice of her compatriot and hooks both arms around a decorative candle sconce on the wall, glancing towards Donnie as she does so.