<div class="floatleft">(https://amp.businessinsider.com/images/5ac776eb524c4a1d008b49a5-1136-852.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Wulf Valison (Ulysses)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat armor<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Equinox -> Kree Space<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Command Deck<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Thor, Star Lord, Captain America, Thundera<br/><br/><hr/>Wulf understood Thundra's frustration more than a bit.  He too was more of a man of action, who rather be doing something than sitting around waiting, even if the strategist in him recognized the fact a commander who acted without field intelligence was due not to remain long for the world.  In fact of all of the personalities present on board, Captain America and Quill were likely the more level headed and practical of the group, and even Wulf had to wince internally a bit at making the realization the galaxy was a strange place indeed when Quill was seen as a voice of reason.  Case in point the man was needling Thundra, a woman who if by some of the shouting before Thor brought everyone up for this meeting was doing her best to push the man through the bulkhead of the ship.<br/><br/>All other thoughts Wulf had about the situation and how tensions on board were only to get thicker and shorter the longer the mission took fled his mind with the distress call.  In short order Wulf was by a terminal pulling up the navigational interface.  It was a skill rotted deep into his makeup, so much so Wulf had wondered more than once if his father had manipulated his own genetic code.  It would explain how he managed to lead the Greek fleet to Troy despite the weather and the storms, how he and his crew even survived out in the open waters of the sea when by the technology of the time his ship should have been lost in the deep waters.  Navigation, be it in the middle of the Aegean Sea, or in the middle of deep space, Wulf had a gift.<br/><br/>It did not take him long to narrow down the location of the<em>Regal Ebonee</em>, and the closest area of space to make the FTL jump.  It would not take them long, less than five minutes at maximum acceleration.  Wulk continued to refine the course plot to the<em>Equinox</em>.  Quill's words had him breathing a bit easier.  There was some redeemable about him, even if he did his best to convince everyone else he was only out for himself most of the time.  At his words about the ship having weapons, Wulf could not help but snort.<strong>"Course laid in, ETA five minutes.  Also don't need cannons.  We have a Thor, and I am also certain we toss Thundra out of the airlock in a version of the X-Men's "fastball" special she does a reasonable approximation of a mass driver round.  You and Wilson might be nothing more than bugs on a windscreen, but those two, it would be like hitting an asteroid of titanium."</strong>