Cohort mingle

[art_of_war]

WHO: Delta, Winter, Phalanx, Connor, Billy, Thrawn
WHERE: The Bloodsport
WHAT: Everyone is stuck in the ship together, so be polite I guess?
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: None anticipated

Since we're all stuck, a mingle seemed like a good idea.

Comments

[wearingthestars]

Despite how relatively small the space was, Billy still felt a bit sheepish about intruding when he entered in his own exploring to find Thrawn sat in the pilot's chair, though it was quickly followed by a hopeful expression.

"Do you know how to work it?" he asked.

[art_of_war]

After a moment there came a deep hum as Thrawn pushed one switch to the 'on' position. Many of the lights around the bridge turned on (though one kept flickering off and on) when he pushed another. He was starting simply; going with the pre-flight sequence. Two screens by his hands flickered on. As he pressed buttons readouts came up on screens and Thrawn glanced at them as he continued, but spoke over his shoulder toward Billy.

"If you are asking whether or not I am capable os piloting this vessel then the answer is yes. If you are asking for more light I have provided what this vessel is capable of. Either way such a vague question invites too many answers. You are berrer served by being more specific."

[wearingthestars]

Billy gaze turned to observe the lights, and then back to the screens with interest, cheeks flushed with Thrawn's reply. He wasn't wrong though. Billy considered his words a moment before asking a more decisive-

"Right...sorry. Um, can you get us out?" The answer was probably obvious enough. If he could he probably would have all ready, but Billy's explored every option he has available to him, maybe it really was as simple as just pushing the right button?

[art_of_war]

Thrawn frowned at the flight stick. Everything was on and functioning correctly but he could not coax th ship to rise. It wouldn't even recognize him if he pulled on the flight stick insistently.

"...apparently not. Nor am I able to open any hatches or doors."

[wearingthestars]

Billy winced apologetically. "It must be part of the whole...get to know each other thing?" he guessed, "Maybe if the flight systems worked then the doors would work, so they just shut it all down?" It made a weird kind of sense.

[art_of_war]

Thrawn's frown became deeper as he turned around in the chair to face Billy.

"If that is the purpose of this exercise it seems very silly."

He stood up, then, with the thought of looking at one of the monitor's screens across the bridge. At full height, he was easily 7'6".

[wearingthestars]

"I mean...have you seen their little happy faces? Silly suits the Agrii pretty well I think," Billy notes with a small smile, blinking in surprise at just how tall the other is. "I um...I'm not sure I caught your name before now. I'm Billy. Billy Kaplan."

[art_of_war]

Thrawn left off looking at a screen and instead turned to Billy. He clasped his hands behind his back, looking rather formal.

"I believe it would be easiest for you to call me Thrawn."