Futuristic Battle for the Genate

[Daisie]

"Terridas are similar enough to humans. The air is breathable to us." Novatris sent back, after carefully piloting her ship down and landing a gentle landing next to Max's ship. She stood up and stretched again, proceeding to quickly check and make sure she had her trusty gun and communications device with her. She also bent down and felt down the side of her boot. Sure enough, a very compact spare energy gun was stored safely inside her boot, and a sheathed knife on the other side of the same boot that was made of a strong, non-metal material. Nova was one of those people who always had weapons on her; sometimes she had a concerning number of them, for that matter. Either way, she was prepared.

The door to her ship opened up slowly, and she descended down to the planet's ground, looking over at Max's ship, mask secured on safely.

Assailant

 

[Assailant]

Max was already waiting for her outside the ship, checking over his weapons. He looked over to her, seemed to wait just a few seconds to make sure everything was really okay, before nodding and standing up, stretching his back. He walked over to her. "Alright, so we've got a walk of about..." he checked a device strapped to his waist before looking back up to her. "2 hours ahead of us." He paused for a moment as his eyes flicked over to her wings. "And, ah, I wouldn't recommend flying. The canopy is rather thick around here, so if you flew over the trees, we'd lose visual contact. It would be much harder than necessary to stay coordinated that way. Sound good?"

Daisie