Up To No Good - Again
Strata spirals sharply around her axis, pushing her thrusters just a little harder to maintain the slim lead she has over Echoshift. Not too much - she has to stop and make it through the door swiftly looming up in her forward scanners, all without smearing herself across it messily.
Her laugh, wicked and amused, and full of all things that are probably going to get her tossed in the brig one of these days, is audible even over the scream of her thrusters and air brakes as she transforms. Body bent in two, thrusters aimed directly at the building filling her field of view, her speed drops to something approaching not-smeared-on-the-wall in an utterly unhealthy distance and timeframe. The door doesn't quite rock under her hands as she bursts through, a full five steps ahead of the grey Eurofighter.
"Ha! You lose, flyboy! First round's on you!" she crows, pirouetting in place with another wicked laugh.
// Photon! Ditch the lab bugs and come be social! Echoshift's buying! Find us at Pyro's! // she calls to her twin over secured comm.
// They are not "bugs," Strata. They are microscopic, single-cell-//
// Single-celled organisms. Yes, yes, I know. They're also tiny, boring, and squishy. Ditch the bugs and come hang out, spoilsport. //
Photon does not dignify that with a response, save the flare of amused resignation washing through the link between them. Strata pumps her fist in triumph.
"And Photon's actually deigning to crawl out of her lab, so you're buying for two. No cheap stuff!"
Her laugh, wicked and amused, and full of all things that are probably going to get her tossed in the brig one of these days, is audible even over the scream of her thrusters and air brakes as she transforms. Body bent in two, thrusters aimed directly at the building filling her field of view, her speed drops to something approaching not-smeared-on-the-wall in an utterly unhealthy distance and timeframe. The door doesn't quite rock under her hands as she bursts through, a full five steps ahead of the grey Eurofighter.
"Ha! You lose, flyboy! First round's on you!" she crows, pirouetting in place with another wicked laugh.
// Photon! Ditch the lab bugs and come be social! Echoshift's buying! Find us at Pyro's! // she calls to her twin over secured comm.
// They are not "bugs," Strata. They are microscopic, single-cell-//
// Single-celled organisms. Yes, yes, I know. They're also tiny, boring, and squishy. Ditch the bugs and come hang out, spoilsport. //
Photon does not dignify that with a response, save the flare of amused resignation washing through the link between them. Strata pumps her fist in triumph.
"And Photon's actually deigning to crawl out of her lab, so you're buying for two. No cheap stuff!"