Originally Posted by
Orzel
(exploration is over. Back to modern life in 24 hours)
Hover
"The copter is in the hanger. Com with me. Hop inside or fly outside. Or whatever, I don't care." Hover fluttered toward the place she named. Black flight suit with white golden stripes hugging her curves.
The experimental weapon sat attached to her vehicle by a sloppily wrapped iron chain. It was large and metallic. And cannon shaped with a fat tripod on it. The accessories for it was neatly paced away in the storage hold.