[ Once gravity shifts ( instantaneous, the moment he no longer expects the mechanical voice to count down single digit numbers for him ), he grits his teeth. It's easier to hold his breath during the launch, mostly because the walls of his lungs feel like they're trying to press up against each other. It's also much easier to ... not quite shut his eyes, but they narrow, bracing himself for the sudden, but constant impact that seems to last almost no time at all yet far too long.
Luckily, none of it lasts as long as his dramatic tendencies seem to want to imply. Once they're floating ( falling, the correct term is falling, they haven't left the pull of the quad's gravity just yet ) in space, his muscles relax, one by one. At least it's peaceful here. ]
... Fine. 's been a while. [ Another deep breath, and an exhale. At least the oxygen system seems to be working well. ]
What're our objectives, again? Just land the thing? [ Shouldn't be too hard, unless they decide to totally screw with them— except the alarm takes that moment to start blaring, the emergency lights flickering on, then off, then on, then off. Him and his excellent sense of timing. ] Oh, Christ—
[ He's unbuckling out of his seat, hands hasty, just barely catching navigation system failure on the handy-dandy screen before he's... off. To the other side of the ship. ] I've got this! [ This is still fine. ]
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Luckily, none of it lasts as long as his dramatic tendencies seem to want to imply. Once they're floating ( falling, the correct term is falling, they haven't left the pull of the quad's gravity just yet ) in space, his muscles relax, one by one. At least it's peaceful here. ]
... Fine. 's been a while. [ Another deep breath, and an exhale. At least the oxygen system seems to be working well. ]
What're our objectives, again? Just land the thing? [ Shouldn't be too hard, unless they decide to totally screw with them— except the alarm takes that moment to start blaring, the emergency lights flickering on, then off, then on, then off. Him and his excellent sense of timing. ] Oh, Christ—
[ He's unbuckling out of his seat, hands hasty, just barely catching navigation system failure on the handy-dandy screen before he's... off. To the other side of the ship. ] I've got this! [ This is still fine. ]