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

[art_of_war]

Thrawn nodded once and turned back to the flight stick and clear windscreen before him.

"This craft is spaceworthy and otherwise able to undertake missions in a vacuum."

Thrawn had lately been using larger capital warships but he had not forgotten how to pilot smaller atmospheric craft. The process of entering and leaving the atmosphere was different without energy shielding though.
Which brought up the question of what the Agrii would request of them rather pointedly. Along with that, it brought up another point, too.

"Would space travel mean that you would be spending a great deal of your time on the bridge?"

[alaspooryork]

Delta nods, observing the pilot's controls carefully. It's unlikely he will need the information, but that's never stopped him before; curiosity and a need to understand drive him nearly as much as anything else.

"It is likely that it would, unless it is possible to rout the ship's communications system through my portable device. It would be prudent to have someone on-hand to receive or send communications to the other ships, if we were to fly anywhere in formation."