Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160208023602/@comment-5543592-20160219204806

Carter settled his head back in his seat, and reached up to flick his helmet off, powering off Val and the interface. He went slack, just at will, and apparently was gone to sleep.

Byron had drawn his sword and was working at it with a whettstone, preparing for an expected battle.

The rocket continued to speed towards Tiangong, a hologram hovering above the table counting down the moments until they would arrive. Still a few hours yet.

One of the soldiers turned towards her. Aside from his bulk and height, he was rather plain looking in the face. However, his eyes had a certain intensity and hardness to them.

His name tag on his chest read 'Private First Class Wade Stockings.'

Stockings eyed her for a moment before speaking. "Can I help you, ma'am?"