An Officer and a Gentleman
"So, I hear," Iskendyr commented offhandedly as he worked with the panel, then frustratingly moved to another, "I've almost got it, but there's been a hitch with this particular code." Iskendyr hadn't paid much mind to the conversations of Lily and Mr. Bloodborn, but he commented on what he did catch. "In this galaxy, no one can afford not to be a fighter in some respect." Then, with a final punch in the codes, there was a rather large sound of something decoupling. "Right, there we go, there we go," he took a few steps back, and then another sound, another decoupling. The engines of the SSD began to jettison.
For Fiolette's part, she merely scowled in Bloodborn's direction. She wanted to tell him exactly that: she was working on getting out of the Netherworld, but being stuck in the quite literal Chaos-forsaken realm meant it was going to take a lot longer. The undead, for the moment, stopped.
She went to check the engines, only to find that, with the number of engines the ship had, it would take a lot longer to jettison them all. However, enough had been dumped to slow the ship down. Fiolette stepped forward, back toward Iskendyr, Lily, and Mr. Bloodborn. "Iskendyr, you take them and get to an escape pod or the Pilgrim's Rest. You will not want to be aboard the ship."
"Why?" He asked with an even more worried tone, "wait, what are you doing? Where are you going, Grandmother?"
Turning to Lily and Mr. Bloodborn, "she said to get to the Pilgrim's Rest or an escape pod, and fast. I haven't a clue what she's about to do, but I reckon I'll radio to your ship. Perhaps get the boys out with your home, and we'll hit a pod, the pod's closer."
True to his word, Iskendyr radioed over, and the students in the Pilgrim's Rest departed the hangar, rendezvousing with the group elsewhere.
For Fiolette's part, she merely scowled in Bloodborn's direction. She wanted to tell him exactly that: she was working on getting out of the Netherworld, but being stuck in the quite literal Chaos-forsaken realm meant it was going to take a lot longer. The undead, for the moment, stopped.
She went to check the engines, only to find that, with the number of engines the ship had, it would take a lot longer to jettison them all. However, enough had been dumped to slow the ship down. Fiolette stepped forward, back toward Iskendyr, Lily, and Mr. Bloodborn. "Iskendyr, you take them and get to an escape pod or the Pilgrim's Rest. You will not want to be aboard the ship."
"Why?" He asked with an even more worried tone, "wait, what are you doing? Where are you going, Grandmother?"
Turning to Lily and Mr. Bloodborn, "she said to get to the Pilgrim's Rest or an escape pod, and fast. I haven't a clue what she's about to do, but I reckon I'll radio to your ship. Perhaps get the boys out with your home, and we'll hit a pod, the pod's closer."
True to his word, Iskendyr radioed over, and the students in the Pilgrim's Rest departed the hangar, rendezvousing with the group elsewhere.