<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 Equinox CIC to the Equinox shuttle<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Christening the shuttle and preparing for take off<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>The Equinox Crew, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Peter had a strong temptation to briefly dissipate his mask and allow Thor to see the great distances to which his eyebrows had skyrocketed at the idea that he should pass piloting of the<em>Equinox</em>over to tall, dark, and bald. However the obvious logic of her decision quickly became apparent to the cosmic adventurer. The lone Badoon cruiser was lacking both in the firepower necessary to significantly hurt them, and the maneuvering speed required to put the Equinox in the line of fire of its larger weapons. Anyone with a cursory knowledge of piloting in space would be able to continue circling around the cruiser and peppering it with fire, but it would take a man of both boundless daring and peerless talent to pilot a clumsy shuttle through a field of rocketing debris on to the uncontrollably spinning carcass of the<em>Regal Ebonee</em>.<br/><br/>While the idea of being sent over with Thundra was less than appealing, the still throbbing pain in his back from where he had landed after Thundra had tossed him like a rag doll served as a constant reminder of what the titanic warrior was capable of.  After entering a few quick commands on the console to prepare the shuttle for take off, Peter shoved the handheld console back on to its holder before striding across the CIC towards the stairs, holding his hands open towards Thundra as he spoke with a mixture of excitement and challenge, “You coming Red?”<br/><br/>Quickly making his way to the bottom floor of the Equinox with a mixture of stair skipping and largely unsafe rocket boot jumps, Peter swiftly made to grab various pieces of equipment from the crew lockers: a number of extra breathing apparatuses on the off chance there were survivors, breaching explosives in case there was no easy way into the ship, and a few bags in case the crew was dead and could no longer make use of their valuables. After gathering what he needed, Peter threw his equipment into the smaller vessel and took a seat at the helm, and connected his helmet's communications to the CIC.<br/><br/>“Star-Lord and Thundra on board the... hold on...” Briefly looking around for the shuttle's designation, Peter easily gave up and continued, “...  I'm calling it the<em>Bangle</em>. We'll make a bee-line for the<em>Ebonee</em>while<em>Equinox</em>keeps the cruiser busy.”  As his voice confidently reported over the CIC's communications channel, the opening bars of John Lee Hooker's Boom Boom (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X70VMrH3yBg) could be heard starting up behind his voice.<br/><br/>“Taking off on your go Wulf, get me us as close to the<em>Ebonee</em>as you can.” While there was little doubt in Peter's mind that he could pilot the<em>Bangle</em>through the chaotic field of debris and cannon fire, he'd make much better time if the<em>Bangle</em>disembarked as close as the<em>Equinox</em>could bring her.