Rise and Rise Again
"Yep, this was definitely the right way. Come o--oh my gawsh!" Ginnie squealed, in mid-climb. She was nearly at the Bridge, and the climb had been nearly vertical for what felt to the 13 year old like miles. @[member="Darth Metus"] and @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] must've had some sort of pluck to fill the line with communications of pants and @[member="Phoebe Draclau"], but Ginnie didn't mind as much as she thought she might. Hey! She was thirteen! In another year or three Isley might let her get a date! "No offence to my brother's Special Somepony, but what the deuce are you guys goin'on about in a war zone for? Is this how you guys keep the jitters off? Gawshdarnit I just blow things up! It's easier! And doesn't hit impressionable young ears! Ooo! Unless! Unless Isley, will you let me date when Im 14?! Can I? Can I?"
The order to get the h-e-double-hockey-stick out of the ship came as Ginnie poked her pink helmeted head out of the last conduit. "There they are! Fire! Fire!" Came the shrill voice of a last-ditch officer. Ginnie yanked her head back just in time to save it from an overwhelming amount of blaster fire. "@CC-827 Tauranov, how much do you weigh!? How much, how much!?" She yelled, shoving herself back down the conduit and pushing off. "How mu--aw never mind! Hang on to me, Trooper! Isley, where's the evac point!?" The little girl's voice was firm and confident. She grabbed Tau, kicked off the side of the conduit and started a 30 story free fall down to the exit point. Looking up to the ceiling, she fired her grappling hook and a series of line struck the side of the wall. Through the commlink, the Troopers and Isley would hear the sound of a girl giggling and yelling a hearty "Yahoo!!!" As she swung herself and Tau down and into the outer shell of the ship.
"Fire in the hole!" Hefting a grenade at the interior hull, Ginnie tossed herself to the ground as the mighty conflagration popped and sizzled through the metal and sheeting. "S'go! Run! Ru-wait, where's Isley? Isley, where are you!?" Ginnie didn't come out in the same place she'd entered, and even though the child was competent in a war zone, she had a lot to learn yet. "Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh!"
Wait! Her helmet had a Big Brother Tracker! A positioning system! She started flicking through the Helmet's programs, and there it was. "Found you." Firing at the slim remnant pockets who hadn't yet had the courtesy to die, the thirteen year old booted it toward the Evac Point. Once she had line of sight on her brother, the girl booted her jetpack and veered for him, stumbling on her landing and somersaulting head over heels toward another Trooper beside him. "Waugh! Evasive man-"@[member="CC-308 Maverick"]
The order to get the h-e-double-hockey-stick out of the ship came as Ginnie poked her pink helmeted head out of the last conduit. "There they are! Fire! Fire!" Came the shrill voice of a last-ditch officer. Ginnie yanked her head back just in time to save it from an overwhelming amount of blaster fire. "@CC-827 Tauranov, how much do you weigh!? How much, how much!?" She yelled, shoving herself back down the conduit and pushing off. "How mu--aw never mind! Hang on to me, Trooper! Isley, where's the evac point!?" The little girl's voice was firm and confident. She grabbed Tau, kicked off the side of the conduit and started a 30 story free fall down to the exit point. Looking up to the ceiling, she fired her grappling hook and a series of line struck the side of the wall. Through the commlink, the Troopers and Isley would hear the sound of a girl giggling and yelling a hearty "Yahoo!!!" As she swung herself and Tau down and into the outer shell of the ship.
"Fire in the hole!" Hefting a grenade at the interior hull, Ginnie tossed herself to the ground as the mighty conflagration popped and sizzled through the metal and sheeting. "S'go! Run! Ru-wait, where's Isley? Isley, where are you!?" Ginnie didn't come out in the same place she'd entered, and even though the child was competent in a war zone, she had a lot to learn yet. "Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh!"
Wait! Her helmet had a Big Brother Tracker! A positioning system! She started flicking through the Helmet's programs, and there it was. "Found you." Firing at the slim remnant pockets who hadn't yet had the courtesy to die, the thirteen year old booted it toward the Evac Point. Once she had line of sight on her brother, the girl booted her jetpack and veered for him, stumbling on her landing and somersaulting head over heels toward another Trooper beside him. "Waugh! Evasive man-"@[member="CC-308 Maverick"]