Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
They must have seen the ship at the same time. She saw the flare of sunlight glinting off exposed metal.
It was an old ship, a small light freighter. The sun was kissing the horizon, bathing everything in soft gold light, and Sorel was amazed the ship hadn't yet been discovered and claimed by anyone, as far as she could tell, more than the fact that it was almost entirely uncovered — was that the ship was intact.
There was absolutely damage. She could see that even from this range The cockpit windshield was missing several panes, presumably shattered on impact, and the two that remained were webbed with cracks. The fuselage was breached in a few places that exposed corroded, melted wiring and hunks of missing cable.
“What are we waiting for?” she said to Orihime. “Let’s go.”
[member="Orihime Ike"]
It was an old ship, a small light freighter. The sun was kissing the horizon, bathing everything in soft gold light, and Sorel was amazed the ship hadn't yet been discovered and claimed by anyone, as far as she could tell, more than the fact that it was almost entirely uncovered — was that the ship was intact.
There was absolutely damage. She could see that even from this range The cockpit windshield was missing several panes, presumably shattered on impact, and the two that remained were webbed with cracks. The fuselage was breached in a few places that exposed corroded, melted wiring and hunks of missing cable.
“What are we waiting for?” she said to Orihime. “Let’s go.”
[member="Orihime Ike"]