eight locks.
[ Roxas has returned to the Plane. He's sitting on the floor with some sort of large blueprint spread out in front of him, held in place by colorful blocks on each corner. In one hand, he's got a white pencil, and in the other, an eraser.
He leans forward over the blueprint, erasing one of the more dangerous looking components. ] Maybe if the Thundaras went on the bottom, instead...? Or the Verniers... Agh, but then it'll be too big! How does Cid do this all the time?
[ He reaches up to mess with his hair in frustration. Designing super-advanced spaceships is hard! ]
He leans forward over the blueprint, erasing one of the more dangerous looking components. ] Maybe if the Thundaras went on the bottom, instead...? Or the Verniers... Agh, but then it'll be too big! How does Cid do this all the time?
[ He reaches up to mess with his hair in frustration. Designing super-advanced spaceships is hard! ]