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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Quinjet
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Hacking
[hr][/center]Oli never much minded flying, but this was something else. They were going to space, and his little nerd heart was flipping out over it. People dreamed of this, and now he got to actually do it! Looking at Earth from the stars above, he grinned, taking in the view for what it was. The problem of M-pox worried him, as did the looming threat of Skrull invasion, but for now? He was enjoying the moment. His eyes were glued to the windows, taking full advantage of the lack of atmosphere around him, giving him a rare unobscured glance at the stars in the sky. 

That was, of course, until they made their way into the protective bubble around Attilan. At first, he was looking forward to seeing the city sheltered away on the moon, but upon seeing the carnage, his face fell. "[color=7d16c7]I'll try to signal to the ground, hang tight.[/color]" He said, and cracked into his laptop, scanning for any kind of comm signals he could find. Alas, there was nothing, which worried him, "[color=7d16c7]Radio silence, either nobody's down there to broadcast a signal, or Attilan uses different communication protocols than on Earth. Let's hope for the latter.[/color]" That wasn't an unreasonable idea to him, but with the bombed wreckage beneath him, it felt like the less likely if the two options.