<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Shvaughn had agreed to pilot the ship when it became clear nobody else would, and found it thankfully easy to control. She'd have liked to have had a chance to try it out before needing to carry her teammates on a vital mission to save the world, but she reminded herself she wasn't a part of a well oiled police force with modern training and equipment anymore. This was a rag tag operation of people with very different talents and backgrounds and it seemed like they were lucky to have anything resembling a plan to go with their problems.<br/><br/>At least this was easier than driving. She'd attempted to drive a 21st century car and nearly wrecked when her instinct to make it veer up to avoid traffic hadn't worked. Moving in two dimensions was just so stifling. How did people live with it? Thankfully this Atlantean ship was 'advanced' enough by the standards of her current time that it was just primitive enough for her to recognize some of the ideas it was going for with its features. Even if she did have to press a dozen buttons for what would have been one swipe on a modern ship.<br/><br/>As they neared the site her suite formed a brief dome over her head and when it pulled back Shvaughn's bright red hair was back in a tight braided ponytail and her eyes were protected by a pair of transparent shades resembling safety goggles. Her makeup had also been retouched, not that it was faded enough for that to really be noticeable.<br/><br/>"I can't get us there any faster." She grumped at Amethyst. "The laws of reality only allow a vessel with this propulsion system to move so quickly." She said, a bit like she was talking to a small child, the muttered, "If it had a real engine maybe."<br/><br/>She nodded in response to Amethyst's orders. It seemed good enough to her. She wasn't really a tactician, more of a diplomat and a detective, so following the girl with the purple armor's lead was fine by her. Maybe one of the others had some input here, not Shvaughn. Bombshell was the only one she thought of, and glanced at her, but she seemed to think it was a good idea too. That was pretty much all the affirmation Shvaughn needed. She let the plane hover with the doors open for a moment as the fliers departed.<br/><br/>She found a larger area in the park to set the ship down, and as she did and powered it off, she tapped her wrists and a pair of very high tech pistols appeared in her hands. "Let's go." She said simply to the two that were with her.<br/><br/>Bursting out of the door in a picture perfect engage, she blasted several aliens down, grimacing as she saw that her shots weren't enough to permanently knock them out, just make them slow and mad. A few follow ups though and at least a handful of aliens were out of the picture. Unfortunately that just seemed to alert several others to her presence. She managed to begin to swear as she saw their arms shift to cannons and unleash on her. Instinctively she threw up her arm in protection and the forcefield of her suit shimmered as it blocked the impacts, but it still pushed her back several feet. "Oooof." She raised her guns and returned fire, ducking behind a nearby tree.<br/><br/>"I've uh, successfully distracted some of them down here in the park." She let her team know, acting like this was intentional.