[BOTH PILOT AND AIRCRAFT GROAN QUITE LOUDLY, WHILE LETTING OFF A FINAL OFFENSIVE/
DEFENSIVE SMOKE-METAL SHAVING-FLARE SHELL]
("I gotta get those sonic blades put back on standby,
then use secondary chain rounds alongside blind fire
rockets. Maybe I'll down the rest of pitiful squadron,
too.")
[SUCCESSFULLY DOWNS ¼ OF REMAINING CRAFT
PRIOR CRASH LANDING, WHILE SENDING
EMERGENCY DISTRESS SIGNAL BEACON TO OUTER
ATMOSPHERE]
*A/N: I would prefer it noted that the dimension he'd
entered doesn't allow female pilots, but male soldiers
on the other hand whom can enter "deck units", or
ground troop support against 'enemy forces'*
"Hey Teena give me a wide area scan, 75 kliks should
do more than well enough!"
*klaxons and sirens start blaring*
({[WARNING, WARNING, PERIMETER ALERT 60 KLIKS,
WARNING, WARNING, ONE HUMANOID MOVING APPROXIMATELY +45 KNOTS, WARNING, WARNING]})
I GOT IT, I GOT IT, NOW SHUT IT DOWN!!
*all sirens and klaxons collectively turn off*
"I'm off to investigate, and wearing my full standard combat loadout, okay?"
[7-10-0 Captain, will attempt vessel 180° rotation]
*******
-dives into strange "V" shaped rock formation, with about one foot higher, then tracks ammo trade offs, then pulls trigger ring, before tossing stun grenade back at more or less of a 45° angle, grabbing an elf,
and then tosses them both around a somewhat
squared cliffwall, almost dancing all the way to safety,
and finally gestures for silence, before cupping his
ears closed just as the stun grenade went off-
'Yep, just as effective here as it is back home, which means they'd likely sell like hotcakes.'