Post by Airwatcher on Jun 11, 2020 3:27:23 GMT
(Amura )
It’s wings extended at a graceful length, and its chassis boasted of the most aerodynamic of builds. Silver and chromatic plating seamlessly transitioned into one another, yet the jet retained stiff and blatant folds and points like a paper airplane. The vehicle’s engine only gave off a gentle hum, as if coaxing the winds to carry it off into a promising flight. Thrusters emitted a soft teal glow, readily glowing. The Silver Kite stood proud, and from the hatch Airwatcher exited his ship, striding downwards upon the valley. The weather was hot and humid, and the low-lands almost caked mud upon Airwatcher’s pedes. The two-wheeler’s doorwings flicked dismissively as he pulled out a cloth, rubbing his servos free of any proof of his labor.
Cleaning and maintaining his ship had taken day and hours. After gathering resources and more or less acquiring credits, he’d been able to get the thing running. He’d ground bridged the ship to a meeting point, where he twitched anxiously as he waited for his friend to arrive.
How did I get this to work out again? He wanted to ask aloud. Somehow a femme had decided she wouldn’t mind time with him after selflessly helping him attain resources for his vessel. He wasn’t entirely sure if Amura would show. He brushed off his armor for the fifteenth time that late afternoon. He leaned backward to gave upon his reflection in the silver plating, his visor ensuring that his masks duct wires were in smooth, controlled curves. While they were towards the back of his helmet they had no need to be as glaringly obvious as they normally were. He rubbed his medium grey mask with a cloth from his subspace, before resuming his wait.
Then within that very second, he pulled up a list of his more dependable jokes in his HUD, just in case. His engine sputtered a chuckle at a few as he was briskly distracted…
It’s wings extended at a graceful length, and its chassis boasted of the most aerodynamic of builds. Silver and chromatic plating seamlessly transitioned into one another, yet the jet retained stiff and blatant folds and points like a paper airplane. The vehicle’s engine only gave off a gentle hum, as if coaxing the winds to carry it off into a promising flight. Thrusters emitted a soft teal glow, readily glowing. The Silver Kite stood proud, and from the hatch Airwatcher exited his ship, striding downwards upon the valley. The weather was hot and humid, and the low-lands almost caked mud upon Airwatcher’s pedes. The two-wheeler’s doorwings flicked dismissively as he pulled out a cloth, rubbing his servos free of any proof of his labor.
Cleaning and maintaining his ship had taken day and hours. After gathering resources and more or less acquiring credits, he’d been able to get the thing running. He’d ground bridged the ship to a meeting point, where he twitched anxiously as he waited for his friend to arrive.
How did I get this to work out again? He wanted to ask aloud. Somehow a femme had decided she wouldn’t mind time with him after selflessly helping him attain resources for his vessel. He wasn’t entirely sure if Amura would show. He brushed off his armor for the fifteenth time that late afternoon. He leaned backward to gave upon his reflection in the silver plating, his visor ensuring that his masks duct wires were in smooth, controlled curves. While they were towards the back of his helmet they had no need to be as glaringly obvious as they normally were. He rubbed his medium grey mask with a cloth from his subspace, before resuming his wait.
Then within that very second, he pulled up a list of his more dependable jokes in his HUD, just in case. His engine sputtered a chuckle at a few as he was briskly distracted…