When you're half awake, your brain sort of blocks things out. Like right now, for instance, Oliver can hear the danger alarm going off over his head with flashing lights. The incessant blaring meant to alert him there's an emergency somewhere for the Fearless Fighters to handle, and yet our friend here is being a dingus and rolling over trying to block out the sound. I'd say it's about time this hero of ours got out of the compartment of his hover craft and alerts the other Fighters, don't you?<br/><br/>Oliver starts awake, flailing his arm a bit and rattling some shelves over the side of his vehicle. He was a born mechanic, and often falls asleep late into the night halfway through a project from mere exhaustion. A wrench clatters to the floor as his groggy mind comprehends the situation, and he hops out of the Craft and realizes the gravity of the situation at last. This is your freakin job dude, come on!!!<br/><br/>Oliver picks up the pace a bit, almost tripping over a few spare parts on the way out the door. The hallway was regularly bathed in a blood red hue in unison with the reoccuring screaches of the alarm. How the heck did this not wake up his teamates yet?<br/><br/>Oliver is already dressed, so getting ready wasn't much concern. He tugged on the candy red sweater, which had gotten a bit twisted and uncomfortable at some point during the night. The faded blue jeans were pulled above his black high topped Converse, and he scowled at the state of his wardrobe. They've already lost a bit of time, so yelling was probably the best course of action for him right now.<br/><br/>"GUYS GET UP!!!" he yelled into the many corridors of their shared boarding house and base, an invisible robot in the middle of a marshian lake. "THERE'S AN EMERGENCY- er... somewhere" Oliver realized he didn't actually have a fix on the coordinates, but hey! Cross that bridge when we get to it right?