Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-5543592-20160118225033

(Pilot.  Let's name him Yusef Green.)

The rocket slowly drifted downward, the hanger doors opening, and it landed admist other Delta IX's. John could see all kinds of ships, American, Russian, and Chinese alike, littering the hanger.

"Here we are, Commander."

Carter glanced to Eduardo, then to Vladamir, then to Byron. The man in metal armor did not look like someone who argued.

"The stairs are over there, good sirs.  You are welcome to take them, but I will not be blamed for your deaths." Byron swung over the railing, and stood there on the wrong side of it, holding onto the metal bar. Then he dropped down, out of sight.