"Jesus!" Neil yelled, the archiac deitie's name spurting out of him like the tank shell that had nearly killed them. He had to laugh though, at Junebug closing his eyes as she closed hers. There was nothing more exciting than making out of a dangerous situation like that, particularly if they were blind to it when they did it. It was danger and excitement like that, that got Neil's blood flowing and his spirits high. 

The hoverboard gently floated closer to the ground, though the odd lasbolt was thrown their way from afar, and they were still vulnerable to snipers. Neil placed his left arm forward, and held onto Sayeeda's arm with his right as a slug nearly hit them, blasting a small but noticable hole in the sand before them. "We're not out of this yet, babe!" he cried, lifting the board in front of him to cause them to turn abruptly. Sand billowed forward and he turned to the north, speeding along until he found a very high sand dune. "We need to get out of sight." 

He pressed his front toes down on the hoverboard to change the pressure. Junebug didn't say anything, but she instinctively held on tighter, knowing her pilot. A wave of sand exploded under them as they caused an unmistakable ripple through the desert, heading straight for a larger, curved sand dune. "What are you doing?" she asked, excitement warring with caution in her voice. "Don't worry about it." he said, and with 3,000 pounds of force blasting under them, they crested the dune and skyrocketed into the sky. Neil screamed in triumph, echoing off the twists of the desert sands as they disappeared into the low hanging clouds above. 

"What the hell?" whispered a camouflaged sniper aiming down his slug thrower rifle, knowing he was no longer able to get his quarry. 

Meanwhile, Neil and Junebug were in an extremely precarious position as the adrenaline junky veritably surfed the clouds, his left hand streaming through the fluff of the water filled air pocket, moisture brimming on both of their faces as they flew. Junebug yelled and laughed. "I didn't know these things could go this high!" 

"Technically they can't!" Neil cried back as they slowly drifted downwards, now miles distant and lowering out of the immense blanket of fog that hung in the sky. The landscape below them was beautiful; a farcry from the rundown, barren wasteland it seemed from sea level, and in the distance, they could see the entire impression in the mountain rock that served as Hahn's trade city. Two moons loomed above them, one vast and bright and the other distant and red. 

Swiftly they descended, though as they approached the ground thrice the speed anyone would be comfortable with, they slowed and began to wobble as the hoverboard regained traction due to Neil's expert hip and footwork, and they found themselves in the desert once more, approaching the city. Neil chuckled as they sailed over the short walls and scaled the buildings with a shift of his legs, and he landed them on the roof of the apartment they had borrowed after a short trip that likely scared some locals. The roguish pilot letting out a breath. 

"Now that was fun." 
[@Penny]