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[h2][color=8882be]Young Black Freyja[/color][/h2]
[@Crimmy] [@Ayazi] [@Write][/center]

[color=8882be][h1]"COMING IN HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"[/h1][/color]

The girls surfing Hautdesert up into the heavens were within sight of their target, hurtling close enough that their well-trained eyes all spotted the woman guarding their point of entry. Lauren's briefings on airship schematics to Grat hadn't included women; if it were Grat alone, this mission would no doubt be in trouble. But Grat was not alone; women were the specialty of Hautdesert's pilot. There wasn't one alive that Lauren hadn't found a way to hand--

[color=fff79a][h1][i][b]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"[/b][/i][/h1][/color]

[color=8882be][i]Nigga, who the fuck--[/i][/color]

[color=fff79a][h1]"THIS IS STUPEEEEENDOOOOOOOOOOOUS!"[/h1][/color]

There was no time to figure it out. It had to be now. 

Lauren pulled their makeshift mount out from under their feet, grasping it in two hands and pulling back the grip of what was once a tonfa. The wave motion beam cut out and died before it could annihilate the girls, but the trade-off for that continued molecular security was jarring. The motion of the two (three?) students became uncontrolled and wild, unable to be steered as Lauren had previously. Gratia had been supposed to dismount herself, safely, but there was no time for that now. One of the things Lauren would have to work out for next time.

Instead, she swung the axe down hard with a thunderous scream, burying it deep within the hull of the airship to create a sudden stop to their forward motion. It caused the grip of the girls on each other to become jerky, and were it not for Lauren's Semblance she might have even lost a hold of Gratia's hand. The girl clinging to Grat's leg looked more unfazed - she had buried her face inside the girl's hair, for reasons that became apparent once they all stood. It was one of Grat's teammates - the other girl from Armory. 

She'd spent the entire time worrying about her glasses.

[color=8882be][i]Fuck me, man...[/i][/color]

Well, hopefully, she was good in a scrap, becau--

[color=8882be]"Oh."[/color]

Lauren breathed out the word between heavy pants, trying and failing to wipe the exhilarated grin off her face and be serious. She just hoped Grat was savvy enough to let her do the talking. 

That sure was a lot of decoration on Stella's uniform. She wondered if she'd ever flown before. Rolling the dice on that could be her best option. She looked like an actress portraying a pilot, not a woman with real experience. If it came up sidways...if it came down to fighting Stella to get onto the ship...

[color=8882be]"Hey bitch."[/color]

Nailed it.

[color=8882be]"Wanna learn to fly an airship?"[/color]