Shuttle
There were no windows inside the shuttle, but anyone glancing through the cockpit's window could see the dark, reflective surface of the polluted ocean from Planet Nepleslia as they sped at extremely low altitude around New Detroit to get back at their spaceport.
"Whatever, Kendra will talk to you, and the old man," Desmond said in his annoyed tone despite the helmet's interference, but loud enough for Danny -and hopefully Kendra, to hear it too. He either chose to ignore any other comment, or didn't hear it. Either way, the bounty hunter turned his back towards Shutdown and moved down the rows of injured people who were still lying down on their stretchers, but quickly reached for a handhold above him because of what happened next.
The shuttle, for a brief moment, jolted violently downwards, as if something really big had swatted it, shutting down the red emergency lights for a second. The movement caused anyone inside to lose their balance if they hadn't been fast enough to grab onto anything for support, while the people that were injured were thrown up an inch or two from their stretchers. Once things calmed down, the red wash of the internal lights came on again, while the spacecraft continued to jolt more gently every now and then at random directions as Amelia shut off the autopilot and switched to manual control.
"Sorry, everyone, we're hitting some turbulence and should be clear of it in a few seconds. Find something to hold on to or sit down for a bit," the shuttle's pilot announced through the intercom.
Further down, the few mercenaries who had lost their footings started to get up again, and Desmond took that opportunity to sit besides Amanozako. The Nepleslian didn't say anything at first, but instead just reached under his helmet, and, with a pop and hissing sound, unlocked the seals before removing it and letting the headgear sit over his legs. His face was still looking clean compared to the dust and soot that covered his entire body, and but wasted no time in reaching for something in one of his pant pockets, wedging his hand between the armor plate and the cloth to get at it.
"Looking good," he said to the Neko, finally finding what he had been struggling to get and pulling the crumped cigarette back and the lighter out. He fished one of the white deathsticks from the alarmingly more than half-empty pack, plucking them on his lips before continuing. The Nepleslian covered his face with his now free hand as he engaged in the ancient ritual of lighting a cigarette up, then leaned his back against the headrest of his seat.
There were no windows inside the shuttle, but anyone glancing through the cockpit's window could see the dark, reflective surface of the polluted ocean from Planet Nepleslia as they sped at extremely low altitude around New Detroit to get back at their spaceport.
"Whatever, Kendra will talk to you, and the old man," Desmond said in his annoyed tone despite the helmet's interference, but loud enough for Danny -and hopefully Kendra, to hear it too. He either chose to ignore any other comment, or didn't hear it. Either way, the bounty hunter turned his back towards Shutdown and moved down the rows of injured people who were still lying down on their stretchers, but quickly reached for a handhold above him because of what happened next.
The shuttle, for a brief moment, jolted violently downwards, as if something really big had swatted it, shutting down the red emergency lights for a second. The movement caused anyone inside to lose their balance if they hadn't been fast enough to grab onto anything for support, while the people that were injured were thrown up an inch or two from their stretchers. Once things calmed down, the red wash of the internal lights came on again, while the spacecraft continued to jolt more gently every now and then at random directions as Amelia shut off the autopilot and switched to manual control.
"Sorry, everyone, we're hitting some turbulence and should be clear of it in a few seconds. Find something to hold on to or sit down for a bit," the shuttle's pilot announced through the intercom.
Further down, the few mercenaries who had lost their footings started to get up again, and Desmond took that opportunity to sit besides Amanozako. The Nepleslian didn't say anything at first, but instead just reached under his helmet, and, with a pop and hissing sound, unlocked the seals before removing it and letting the headgear sit over his legs. His face was still looking clean compared to the dust and soot that covered his entire body, and but wasted no time in reaching for something in one of his pant pockets, wedging his hand between the armor plate and the cloth to get at it.
"Looking good," he said to the Neko, finally finding what he had been struggling to get and pulling the crumped cigarette back and the lighter out. He fished one of the white deathsticks from the alarmingly more than half-empty pack, plucking them on his lips before continuing. The Nepleslian covered his face with his now free hand as he engaged in the ancient ritual of lighting a cigarette up, then leaned his back against the headrest of his seat.
