Sub grins at her ship and stands outside of it for a second, looking it over with a bit of a silly grin. She really did love that thing. ((re-posting description blah blah blah lolz))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.
"Well, it runs." a teasing lit to her voice. She makes some sort of unspoken command, and the outline of a door illuminates, and then slowly lowers.
The inside of the ship is dark for a moment, until it powers up. There's the typical grass floor, trimmed to OCD precision, along with a hologram of the sky, the earth sky instead of the usual Andalite's, along the ceiling. The outside of the ship might have seemed old and crumpled, but everything inside was shiny and new, decked out in the best that anyone could barter or buy. The controls, the chairs, the small living area, everything, was in perfect order and seemed no more than a few months old.
Sub stepped into the vessel and went to the control pad, running her fingers over the consul until she found a decent link, and putting a couple safeguards in place just in case the stranger got any ideas of hijacking the thing. She steps back and motions Conner to the controls with a bit of a flourish,"All ready for ya!"
