Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108023122

"The flight is ready for take off." The polite woman announced over the intercom again. "Please proceed out the door to your right, towards the launch pad."

The lecture hall was an expanse in the space station. The arched hallway opened into a large, boxlike room, although the ceiling and walls retained their curved look. The architecture was purley functional, and seats filled the hall in rows, leading up to a raised, stage. On the stage were more seats, these ones more plush, and they filled with important looking men and woman in crisp, dark green uniforms. A podium stood at the front of this stage. Standing behind it was General Vilmonski- he was tall, around 6', and had a powerful body. Stocky and with a warrior's build, the clear sign of his age was the slight roundness to his stomach, and the wrinkles in his skin. His squat face was dominated by a thick, black mustache and he wore a dark green military cap atop a bald head.

"Sit!" The General boomed, and the soldiers entering rushed to seats to obey his order.

Carter stroked his chin, leaning forward into the pilot's cockpit to get a reading on their approach vector.

"How's it looking, gunny?" Carter asked the pilot, his voice thick, and almost inaudible because of it.

"We're sailing in good, Sergeant." The Gunnery officer said in reply to Carter. "Nice and smooth, underneath the radar."

Carter nodded. "When they clock you in, drop low, and go right for the hanger.

"Hey, this ain't my first rodeo, sir." The pilot said, smirking as he did so.

Carter didn't reply to that, and the pilot didn't comment on it. They were used to Carter acting as so by now.