Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160202232153

"No.  I didn't." Carter replied, understanding her a bit more now. Carter was more than a dumb brute, but that would have made him easier to forgive, if he had not really known the consequences of his actions. No, he very well knew the consequences. But he surpassed them.

"Good-bye, Petra." Carter said, gesturing with a nod for her to enter the rocket.

Zekoff was waiting in the high security command center aboard the Stalin, so high in security that Aleksandra normally wouldn't have been allowed to enter. Luckily, Zekoff had been awaiting her, and she was able to bypass the retinal scan to enter into the command center. It was a dimly lit room, with seating in a theater like fashion facing a large screen. Fancy consoles and computers lined the walls. Zekoff stood infront of the large screen that had was playing live photage of the Epsilon.  Zekoff didn't seem to be doing anything else than just staring at the dormant ship.

"The rocket is ready!" Leonard called to Eden. "We can leave whenever you are, miss."

Onboard the rocket, Jager saw that this Delta IX had been turned into it's own little apartment, in a way. There was a table with seating around it, which the Admiral and some of his guards and advisors sat at, going over papers. Other soldiers, including the man with the bumper-sticker decorated armor, all sat in the normally seating, closer to the front of the rocket.

This man eyed Jager's robes.

"Ha!  Rohan is the three o'clock flight, Gandalf." The wiry man stated with a grin.