<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6ssyw3b.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Peter Quill - Star-Lord<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The<em>Bangle</em>to the<em>Regal Ebonee</em><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Exploring the<em>Regal Ebonee</em><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>The Equinox Crew, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Peter couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Thundra's proposition and quickly brought his mask back up to hide his look of anticipation. After throwing the extra breathing devices and a few spare medical supplies from the shuttle's store into the extra sacs he brought for scavenging, Peter took a quick look at a console displaying the information regarding the ship around them. The air seemed breathable, but the artificial gravity was compromised to a significant degree, a significant setback for the largely reflex and speed reliant outlaw.<br/><br/>While it was a severe blow to his ego to give Thundra the satisfaction of knowing that he needed her assistance so soon after she had admitted to being impressed with him, Peter had never let a thing like pride stop him from staying alive in the past, and under far more degrading circumstances than this. Turning back towards Thundra, Peter released a slow sigh of resignation before admitting, “Soon as we get on the<em>Regal Ebonee</em>, its going to be slow going for me, which means if we run into any fighting...” He couldn't help but pause as he knew the joke he was inviting once he continued in defeat, “I'm not going to be of much use until we get the life support spinning up again.”<br/><br/>Not waiting to see Thundra's reaction, Peter cautiously stepped out on to the<em>Ebonee</em>and immediately had to stifle a cry of pain as the force of the ship's gravity slammed his feet against the hard metal of the floor. Continuing to ignore Thundra's assuredly smug expression, Peter slowly moved one leg in front of the other as he carefully examined their surroundings, little catching his attention until he heard the far off sounds of combat in the direction of what signage indicated was the cargo holds. Without turning to face his colossal companion, Peter thought aloud, “Sounds like that's where all the fun is, just gotta... get... there...” Each word was punctuated with another heavy footfall onto the ground until Peter decided that the obvious humiliating solution would be less damaging in the long run then slowly plodding along the corridors. Half turning his head back towards Thundra, he asked in an overly conversational and unconvincingly casual tone, “This is gonna take awhile... probably get there... faster... if something... carried me.”