Careful, murmurs Raleigh, but she nods. As uncertain as the curiously topological shape of the other ship makes her, the instinct to gravitate to nonviolence drums persistently in her skull. She meets the Balladeer's glance with trepidation, equally unused to being in a position of authority as opposed to submitting to one's orders.
She holds her breath as the officer moves deftly to one of the consoles and begins tapping at it studiously to twist knobs and dials whose purposes she can only guess.
The ship opposite them revolves slowly to face them directly, light beading along the tips of its hooked protrusions.
The officer blanches. "They're powering weapons," she says nervously. "Recommend course of action? Captain?"
Mako tenses.
The next moment, she is blinking in the sun, squinting against light filtering through treetops. The cold black of space has been replaced with an expansive woodland, the ship's sleek interface with plated armor not unlike a drivesuit and a long sword buckled to her hip.
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She holds her breath as the officer moves deftly to one of the consoles and begins tapping at it studiously to twist knobs and dials whose purposes she can only guess.
The ship opposite them revolves slowly to face them directly, light beading along the tips of its hooked protrusions.
The officer blanches. "They're powering weapons," she says nervously. "Recommend course of action? Captain?"
Mako tenses.
The next moment, she is blinking in the sun, squinting against light filtering through treetops. The cold black of space has been replaced with an expansive woodland, the ship's sleek interface with plated armor not unlike a drivesuit and a long sword buckled to her hip.