Trier grinned in exhiliration as he popped open the side hatch and manned the laser turret.
You man the turret, waving it about in a show-offy fashion. Just shaking your great big laser death phallus as the populace.
Christopher smiles nervously, forgetting he has the visor down over his faceplate, and looks out over the island.
He takes a few practice swings with the twitchblade, trying to get a feel for how it works. He tries throwing it in very short, contained arcs in the shuttle, less than a metre away from him, pointing away from the exit.
He also gives whoever asks access to his data, preferably only on a one-way feed.
The twitchblade? You mean Maurice's Glaive?
I'd suggest not throwing that in the ship. Thats like throwing a bladed frisbee around in an elevator. An elevator with several other people in it.
Kate loads up the neotherm gauss rounds before leaning over the side to keep a look out for trouble.
No trouble yet, but soon.
Always soon.
Arty prepares the weapon and leaves the shuttle. Head for cover, be ready to react.
"Guys, if you give me access to your bio-telemetry, I can better keep tabs on your medical condition. Please whitelist my contact on your biometric channel."
See if I'm getting all the data.
I'm just gonna assume they do and you get data feeds. Though an internal shark suit, if they have one, is gonna mess up the readings.
Lysander hops into the pilot seat, switching the controls to manual.
Alright, here is our pilot. In game you've been there since we left, since you can't easily get in and out of the pilot section while the ship is flying. But we'll use your aux for rolls from now on.
Sit and wait for us to be needed.
Give Maegil/Arty his medical data.
You sit down and kick your feet lazily back and forth, waiting.
"I'm in this team I believe. Also I could man the turret too if Trier goes down."
Say some prayers, commending us all to the Gods of death.
"In the name of the god of death, Arengee, I commend all our souls to the great void beyond."