<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>Touching down on the<em>Regal Ebonee</em><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>The Equinox Crew, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Peter furrowed his brow at Thundra's comment regarding his naming conventions, but he barely missed a beat in his inspection of the shuttle's controls as his attempt to sound casual was marred by slight annoyance, ”If you don't like the name then you're more than welcome to walk, Red.”  Fortunately the shuttle's control console was nearly identical to the consoles found aboard the<em>Equinox</em>and it wasn't long before the life long pilot had found himself familiarized with the<em>Bangle's</em>various systems. Once the echoes of Wulf's booming voice had finished reverberating throughout the shuttle's communications as he announced that the shuttles were cleared for departure, Peter couldn't help but feel himself grinning in anticipation as he looked over his shoulder at the smug giantess behind him. “I'd take a seat. Don't get me wrong, the flight's gonna be silk, but much stronger folks then you have gone weak at the knees from what comes next.” Behind the black passive surface of his mask, it was impossible to tell if Peter was serious as he searched through  his track list on his helmet's HUD for something more appropriate to the acquainting himself with the ship (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZ-WNjr_GeE).<br/><br/>Despite his eagerness to explore the<em>Bangle's</em>limits, to experience the rush of her fully pushed acceleration, to feel his stomach turn as she maneuvered nimbly beneath his guiding touch, the urgency that faced him precluded the nearly unmatched exhilaration that, without fail, came from piloting a new ship for the first time. With a sudden but controlled burst of thrust, the Bangle burst from her bay into a arched path towards the<em>Ebonee</em>, her roll and pitch deftly altering just in time to avoid the myriad scraps of shrapnel with enough velocity or mass to cause the<em>Bangle</em>significant harm. Within her hull, Star-Lord swayed side-to-side in time to the melody that danced through his mask as his fingers ceaselessly passed over the console in reaction to the unending waves of visual information flying at him from the ship's sensors, the<em>Bangle's</em>orientation and velocity adjusting with every subtle gesture.<br/><br/>Fortunately the<em>Ebonee</em>, still riding the force of the explosion, had managed to pull itself a good distance from the bulk of the debris, and Peter could change his focus from how not to be torn apart by shards of jagged hull, to how not to be killed by the massive force of the rapidly spinning<em>Ebonee</em>. After a brief moment of silence in which Peter quietly studied the twisting remains of the<em>Ebonee</em>before him, he came to the unfortunate conclusion that both possible outcomes to what he was about to attempt were near equally poor. Should he fail, the pair would die, and should he succeed, the only would who could really appreciate his masterful piloting would be Thundra, and he doubted that she would give him the satisfaction of  seeing her impressed.<br/><br/>With a sigh of resignation followed by a wide eyed grin of mounting anxiety and exhilaration, Peter pushed the<em>Bangle</em>forward into an elliptical orbit around the<em>Ebonee</em>. With each revolution around the larger ship, the belly of the<em>Bangle</em>came nearer and nearer to the hull of the<em>Ebonee</em>, the smaller ship's speed growing closer to that of the opening in the<em>Ebonee</em>rotating below. While nearly the entirety of his focus was on the task at hand, Peter felt the rivulets of apprehension born sweat carrying on down the back of his neck as distance between the two ships shrunk to mere millimeters. Finally the<em>Ebonee's</em>lone opening was directly below the<em>Bangle</em>and without a moment of hesitation Peter dove downwards into the larger ship, his heart flying into his throat as the shuttle plunged downward.<br/><br/>Peter barely had time to recognize the sound of the<em>Bangle's</em>magnetic docking clamps taking hold of the<em>Ebonee</em>before the sudden force of the larger ship seizing onto the smaller one caused the charismatic rogue's face to fly forward and collide violently with the command console beneath a series of sparks to the orchestration of metallic groans as the<em>Bangle</em>settled into position. Then for a long moment, there was only silence, occasionally punctuated by the hum of frayed electronics and a high pitched tone emanating from the communications systems.<br/><br/>This moment of tranquility was suddenly shattered as the cosmic corsair suddenly lept to his feet with a triumphant yawp, his arms spread in a grandiose gesture awaiting praise from his lone passenger as Peter lowered his mask and said ecstatically past bloody lips, “Ha! See! Smooth as silk!” While he doubted that Thundra's opinion of him had changed too much since his display of prowess, Peter was in far too good of a mood from surviving their near death landing as he offered her a hand to help her to her feet, “C'mon Red, you can't tell me that wasn't fantastic.”