[center] [h1] [color=gold] Layle Kvothe [/color] [/h1] [/center]

	Layle rushed to the control room, knocking out anyone who tried to stop him. [i]There is no time to explain to everyone. [/I] He reasoned. [I]Save people now, make nice later.[/i] He caught sight of a symbol that brought him up short. He stopped and stared at it. [i]Oh crap, I recognized that Guild mark.[/I] He thought, [I] This airship must belong to Nightshade Sliphum.[/i] Once again, he considered the sanity of his plan. [i]Someone else could stop this thing right? ...But I can't just walk away from this, and hope someone else with Do Something About This. On the other hand this could lead to big trouble if I pick a fight with a possibly former criminal guild.[/i] He sighed. [color=gold] "Damn, for better or for worse, I'm going to see this through."[/color] He muttered. His mind made up, he headed for the control room, more stealthily this time, avoiding anyone he could.

	Moments later, Layle arrived at the metal door that lead into the control room. He paused, struck with doubt. Angrily he shoved it away and strode forward pulling his MK XI into his hands. [i]Its now or never.[/i] He thought. [color=gold] "Lets make an entrance, then." [/color] Layle said to himself. He summoned his power, his hands encased in shimmering light blue light, and he blew the door off it's hinges. He ran in like a crazed loner with more of a death wish than survival instinct, gun held ready and teeth set in a fighting grin. [color=gold] "And I'm all out of bubble gum!"[/color] He drawled.