Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-25684606-20191122154327

The Chimaera’s seats were as uncomfortable as ever, thin plasteel barely shaped to be more than just a flat surface, the thin fabric supposed to cover them scuffed. As Kelli rounded it towards the left, she found its flank decorated with a large, amateur but nonetheless skillful painting of a scantily clad woman in what was supposedly combat armor, albeit this particular version left central vital areas free. Hugging a LasGun in suggestive ways, she winked at the viewer, a hand raised in salute.

After a couple of minutes, what could only be the operator approached, a sand haired man of maybe thirty years, wearing the padded uniform of his profession and carrying a helmet under his arm, along with short LasCarbine on his back. He trudged up the ramp, stopping to nod at both Kuzvert, Sawyr, Kelli and Edward, his eyes gleaming with brief disgust at the latter. Brushing through his brutally short hair with a free hand, he scratched the back of his head and then turned to Kuzvert.

“You must be the bunch who needs to get to Anraig. Looks like I’m your driver for this tour. Jowen *Walker’s* the name. Gonna take you to there and back once you’re done. Hear it’s a kind of iffy route, but not too bad.” He tapped the roof of the crew compartment twice. “Got a roof on our heads after all. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get right to it. No point in dallying."

He moved on, opening the pilot hatch and leaving it open as he squeezed into the seat, and a moment later, the metallic beast sprung to life. Exhausts burping a cloud of sooty, promethium-stenched smoke into the air, the engine jumped to action. The hatch lifted off the ground until it stood horizontally before Jowen rotated the Chimaera around, directing it towards the elevator and approaching in first gear, allowing those not yet inside to board.