MissingNo
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The NMX were firing at the shuttle. Sukeharu easily recognized the sound of the Mishhu weapons, but balked when he realized that this craft was his way off this world. True, by this time he'd made a home of sorts here, but he had never been very attached to anything. While this place was a challenge to live in, the NMX had made it a veritable nightmare.
But he was beginning to have his doubts that the shuttle would make it out. He kept moving, though, trying to edge closer while dodging around the paths that gunfire was chewing through the vegetation. Fortunately, most of that fire was being aimed at ground-level, while he remained in the higher levels of the trees.
They're going to leave, they have to leave soon! Getting up his courage with a heaping helping of foolhardiness, Sukeharu moved as fast as he could toward the shuttle without breaking cover.
A figure -- small, thin, covered in leaves and mud, and lugging a very worn-out and dirty parachute on his back -- made the last dash toward the shuttle, sliding inside on Yaiba's heels. He rolled under one of the rows of seats and tried to stay still, listening to the shuttle for whines, hisses, or other signs that something vital had been breached. If there was any of that, he was out of there...but for now, he just hoped.
But he was beginning to have his doubts that the shuttle would make it out. He kept moving, though, trying to edge closer while dodging around the paths that gunfire was chewing through the vegetation. Fortunately, most of that fire was being aimed at ground-level, while he remained in the higher levels of the trees.
They're going to leave, they have to leave soon! Getting up his courage with a heaping helping of foolhardiness, Sukeharu moved as fast as he could toward the shuttle without breaking cover.
A figure -- small, thin, covered in leaves and mud, and lugging a very worn-out and dirty parachute on his back -- made the last dash toward the shuttle, sliding inside on Yaiba's heels. He rolled under one of the rows of seats and tried to stay still, listening to the shuttle for whines, hisses, or other signs that something vital had been breached. If there was any of that, he was out of there...but for now, he just hoped.