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[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub laughs and stands, striding quickly after Myitt, glancing over her shoulder to Carol,"Well have to test that one day, boy!" the Andalite arrogance obviously worn off on her over the years, showing clearly in her tone and posture.

[AcreLorraine]

"Hey, we didn't agree on the terms,"  He called out.  "I don't know what ship to pilot."

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub passes Myitt and strides over to the edge of the field where she had landed her ship.

It was of Andalite design, a bit on the smallish side. It was a beautiful ship... at one time. There were welded patches and burn marks all over it, each one speaking of a space battle survived. The outer shell made it look like a relic almost, an old warhorse proudly displaying his scars for all to see.

No, the ship had not had an easy life, but upon closer inspection, one could see that it was excellently maintained. Sub stood there for a second, hands on her hips, grinning to herself with a look of pride, eyes clouded for a moment with the memories it brought back.

[AcreLorraine]

He walked up and looked at it.  "I was right.  If you could pilot this thing as well as you say, it wouldn't be as shot up as it is."  He looked some more.  "Mines still better but it isn't bad." 

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub quirked an eyebrow at Carol,"Over a decade of fighting the Empire with a gashad on your head gets you into some tight spots, boy. You're ship don't get marked up, you ain't fightin' hard enough."

[AcreLorraine]

"I don't fight wars, and I dunno what a gasha thingy is.  If it's a bounty I have several dozen on several different heads."  He smiled.  "This is my best ship though, definitely a favorite."  He pulled what looked like a toy ship from his pocket.  "I salvaged this little baby good as new after a big helmacron war.  I put it together and everything.  Never been hit in my years of dodging angry people and their weapons."

[Breekan1]

B1 finishes off his beer and grabs another, zipping his suit up to the neck to protect from the cold. "You gonna come watch the dick-waving?" he asks Jess. "They might blow up something interesting. Also," he begins, looking pointedly at Carol. "Is there any such thing as a big helmacron war?"

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub shakes her head, sighing,"What's the most you've had on you at once?"

[Myitt]

"Yeah, yeah," Myitt says, stepping a little behind Sub's ship and muttering in Yeerkish.  A few short yards off her beat up Bug fighter shimmers into view, decloaking.  

It, too, is pretty well scarred, patched, and beat up.  It sits, perched there like a giant ****roach about to pounce forward on black metal legs, red main windows like big lifeless eyes.  Pieces of the living metal that comprises the majority of the hull are peeled back from Dracon burn and reentry burn from partial shield failure.  The leg-like landing gears are scratched and dented.  What look like large claw marks have dug their way through a space underneath a line of three small dots on the side; whatever decided to swipe at the Bug had narrowly missed damaging part of its communication system.  Despite the obvious crapbox nature of the little Bug fighter, it's clearly still working, since it got here in one piece.  And perhaps looks can be deceiving.

Myitt stands in front of her humming ship, beaming, hands on her hips.  She recites another phrase in an alien language and the ship starts to hum, the red eyelike main windows flickering to life.  The white heat of the engines starts to sizzle the air behind them all.  

"So, what was it you said about whose ship is better?" Myitt asks conversationally.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub walks over beside Myitt, tilting her head at the Bug,"Bah, I've brought down more of these than I can count." giving Myitt a friendly jab in the ribs with her elbow.

[AcreLorraine]

"People or ships?  127 people, 47 ships."  He thought to himself.  "If we go with my big ship I have to say it's around 14.  Of course I don't get caught up in a war so unlike you, I don't have allies to draw fire."

[Myitt]

"So have I," Myitt says lightly, walking a few steps toward Sub's ship and inspecting it.  "Yours ain't bad, though.  I guess.  Actually, it's the only Andalite tailfighter I've ever really been in that wasn't blasted half apart, or otherwise salvaged by the Skrit Na."  She shakes her head, smiling.  "Yeah, I guess it's okay.  But mine's still better."

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub looks over to Carol again, her eyes cold,"How many of those Andalites out there do you think look after a Yeerk's back in battle and try to draw fire away. A gashad is a kill on sight command. The entire Yeerk Empire is after my head, and whoever they contracted. Wouldn't be surprised if Myitt here has one, too. Not sayin' I could beat ya, never saw you fly before, but I can bet I could at least match ya in a fight. Fair or otherwise."

She smiles over at Myitt,"Wanna go inside and see my toys?"

((EDIT: A couple typos. For some reason I wanted to call Acre Ace. o.0 ))

[AcreLorraine]

(Well he might be acre, his form hasn't been given a name yet.)

[SubVisser46OTAM]

((True. He kinda identified himself as Carol, or at least that's who he said he was supposed to be. Will have to check back to see if Sub was around or in the bathroom when that happened...))