Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25908355-20150716093711/@comment-25908355-20150720172820

Uranium: Of course!

As she was about to fly away, she felt something brush her leg. The pilot of the ship.

Pilot: Please.. We were taken down... Our wing was broken by someone..

Uranium: Who? A rebel?!

Pilot: No.. It was.. It.. Was...

The pilot retreats in his gem.

Uranium: Bugger! We'll talk to him at the inifrmary!

Uranium picks up the pilot's gem as she takes him and Epidote to a medical facility made about a kilometer away from the training facility, where the wounded from the artillery barage were treated.