- RP Date
- 2月45年
- RP Location
- Astral Cluster
Northern Space
YSS Kishū
The stars of the northern part of the sector seemed to not exist within a portion of it. Flat and long like a book, the black carrier ebbed from Yamataian space in a continuum distortion field. For now it jettisoned into the unkown with stealth of a kuro neko under a moonless night sky, discernible only in the shadowy bubble it left where the eyes would expect distant starshine.
Well within the hull of the YSS Kishū, Zanven walked alongside Miko. They had already been transported to this mighty Heitan-class ship and then deposited their personal baggage in the cabin they’d be sharing. As they set about to alpha launch bay for a briefing, a woman in a glossy Type 32 pilot’s suit with black and white hair split down the crown of her head leapt from a corridor in order to walk alongside the two.
“It’s not everyday someone outside of intelligence sees a black Heitan-class,” the pilot said in a snapping tone that was both to the point and friendly. “Actually, it’s all of never happened. You an ace or something? Why’d they pull you for this?”
Her jump onto their path had been just as accosting as her sudden remark. She looked at the long-haired man with her twinkling eyes of the palest blue before they slid to the other man walking. The cyan glow from her suit's neck gave her eyes and skin a striking visage of glacial ice the moment it cracked and toppled into the sea. Or that of a specter.
YSS Kishū
The stars of the northern part of the sector seemed to not exist within a portion of it. Flat and long like a book, the black carrier ebbed from Yamataian space in a continuum distortion field. For now it jettisoned into the unkown with stealth of a kuro neko under a moonless night sky, discernible only in the shadowy bubble it left where the eyes would expect distant starshine.
Well within the hull of the YSS Kishū, Zanven walked alongside Miko. They had already been transported to this mighty Heitan-class ship and then deposited their personal baggage in the cabin they’d be sharing. As they set about to alpha launch bay for a briefing, a woman in a glossy Type 32 pilot’s suit with black and white hair split down the crown of her head leapt from a corridor in order to walk alongside the two.
“It’s not everyday someone outside of intelligence sees a black Heitan-class,” the pilot said in a snapping tone that was both to the point and friendly. “Actually, it’s all of never happened. You an ace or something? Why’d they pull you for this?”
Her jump onto their path had been just as accosting as her sudden remark. She looked at the long-haired man with her twinkling eyes of the palest blue before they slid to the other man walking. The cyan glow from her suit's neck gave her eyes and skin a striking visage of glacial ice the moment it cracked and toppled into the sea. Or that of a specter.