<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/thbfMv8.png)</div>Name: Archer Reid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13299460#msg13299460)<br/>Time: Day 1 Morning<br/>Location: En Route to Ecchi Island<br/>Tagging: Open to All, though tagging Island Representatives<br/>Notes/Warning: Dynamic Entry!/Intro<br/><hr/><br/>"Shit, how'd I sleep in on the day of my own vacation?" Archer's voice grumbled as he remained seated, the world around him seeming to pass by in a series of flashes and indescribable movement. He seemed to be wearing a suit of some sort, jostled in his seat every now and then.<br/><br/>"Well, maybe you shouldn't have taken up Regina's bet to see if you could drink until you couldn't see her with her clothes on anymore." Another voice spoke, this one seeming to come through the intercom.<br/><br/>"Stuff it, Gates... 'sides, it was totally worth it. She was totally sitting in the nude by the time I was done." He grinned, hearing only a sigh on the other end.<br/><br/>"She was still clothed, practically laughing her ass off as you lay wasted in your seat seeing things and mumbling incoherently... You know, like you always do."<br/><br/>"Can't hear you over the sound of my ridiculous winnings, Gates!"<br/><br/>"Oh, something's ridiculous about them alright... Anyway, I can only assume you missed your transport and you're taking-"<br/><br/>"Yeah, my VF-171EX Nightmare Plus. That's not a problem, is it?" Archer asked with a grin, earning yet another sigh.<br/><br/>"... Someone feels like showing off, huh? It may be a production model, but don't go joyriding in it while you're over there. We don't want to give the other residents a reason to think we're going to war with the rest of the worlds... Wait, this is you we're talking about, you're going to go joyriding in it anyway, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"We've been friends for four years, Gates, you tell me." Archer smirked, looking down at his screen, the exit slowly approaching.<br/><br/>"I was afraid of this... Well, nothing to be done about it now, just keep it in moderation. Command might saddle you with some training exercises every now and then so make sure it stays combat capable. When you land, set your beacon so we can send over their little care package for you. In the meantime... Dropping military hardass style for a moment, go enjoy yourself, man. I've still got some work to do over here on the Messiahs, so maybe by the time you come back, you can look into upgrading... Nevermind all the other tests and mock-ops we've got to sort out."<br/><br/>"They're almost done, huh? Guess it's no surprise when they've got people like you on test pilot duty. I'm looking forward to a mock battle against one of those... But that's a talk for another time. Exit's here, and the Quantum Communications're gonna get a bit screwy til i'm situated on the island, so take it easy and i'll see you on the other side!" Archer finished, snapping a two fingered salute even if his friend on the other side couldn't see it, before the circuit closed. Moving his hands back to the controls, the proverbial (and literal) light at the end of the tunnel closed fast on him, as he rolled his head about. In moments, he collided with the light, shaking him violently for a moment, before he popped out on the otherside... or rather, something large and painted dark blue. It looked like a fighter jet of some sort, though it possessed extra equipment on the back. The clouds were the first to greet him as he rapidly descended, scans returning for the new world showing the island below... Just a little bit further... And there.<br/><br/>"Now THAT... Is a sight for sore eyes." Archer sighed as he saw the island come into view, the size of the vacation resort heavily understated by his altitude... he also realized he was flying straight down a moment later, which was definitely not going to make for a soft landing. Pulling back on the controls, the ocean was rapidly approaching, and in moments this was going to wind up his end long before he could even enjoy the island! "Ffff... S-should have checked my correction before I got past the clouds... C'mon, damn it... Ugh, fuck it!" He grumbled, reacting quickly and shifting the controls into a different position. Almost immediately, the fighter transformed from just a simple plane... To deploying arms and legs out from under the wings and underbelly. Slowing its descent, a series of different thrusters kicked on to adjust the rapidly-descending fighter before it was now level with the ocean, and a quick burst of speed allowed it to accelerate forward along the surface, with only a large and trailing pillar of water kicked up behind it to show that he was seconds away from a more jarring crash.<br/><br/>"Don't fly with a hangover, Archer... Just don't," He sighed to himself, taking his helmet off and tossing it behind his seat with the rest of his strapped belongings as he popped open the cockpit to feel the cool sea breeze. No longer accelerating like a rocket, the units movement seemed to slow to something more fitting of a hovering vehicle, being guided toward island where a ship and several other people seemed to be disembarking from their own Gates. Danno-Ura's Gate had to have been somewhere in there, and if he were earlier would have likely been coming through there instead. But, desperate times called for dynamic entries, and a FOLD-Booster-equipped Valkyrie (with some additional modifications made from studies on the Gates) helped with a fast arrival to a new dimension, though it was still experimental. However, as he approaches the island, he began to realize... Alot of those facilities had not been made with the purpose of letting a large robot inside. So... Where exactly was he going to park it? Maybe he could go bother someone who knew the island better than he did. He maneuvered his ride closer to the island, before leaning out to try and get a worker's attention. It was hard to tell who was working and who was just visiting, but hopefully someone could answer, right?<br/><br/>"Hey! Where do I go to park this?" He called out. It was no ferrari, but it definitely needed some place to rest, and there didn't seem to be any hangars around to store it... At least from his initial glance. Part of him also wondered if his other friends and associates got here fine...