Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26320859-20151205030431/@comment-26668027-20151205161742

(Your funeral.)

Kyanite felt a small tap on her shoulder. It was probably just some loose rubble or something. More important was the ship very close to the spire. The rebels hadn't even bothered to close the hangar door. That was her chance. She willed most her magnets into the door and distributed them around the area. Then, she pulled the ship back. It was strenuous and taxing, but she was doing it, she was helping. FInally the open door was at a vantage point.

Kyanite: ...SOLDIERS!

Kyanite gasped for air.

Kyanite: BOARD!