[center][h1][color=Firebrick]Q-T Brackman[/color][/h1][/center]
 
[color=Firebrick]”Someone needs to supervise all the gear, so yes, if I’ll fit on I’m coming with”[/color] The bot insisted as she did some fussy last second triple checks on the dragon rider’s harness. You could never be too sure with these things after all. The last thing she wanted was the captain, who she noted had simply ignored her protest about this being dangerous she noted, falling off of the dragon to her death because her harness wasn’t configured properly.

If the bot wasn't in the midst of rushing around in the high intensity atmosphere of the improvised op, she might have considered the fact that a 300 year old woman in this line of work who took the kinds of risk she seemed to do without a hint of fear probably knew how to handle herself just fine. As it was, the stressed out Ai was instead a bundle of nerves, or circuitry rather, as she too climbed her way up over the dragon’s wings and onto her back. 

Once there, she mentally fiddled with a few of the settings of the harness she and the captain were wearing. This caused a subtle change to their experience of gravity, both lessening the actual pull of it, and directing a new, secondary, pull towards the surface they were sitting or standing on. Atop the landed dragon, this didn't do much, but once they started moving, banking and being blown by the wind, it would prove invaluable when it came to anchoring them onto the dragon.

Speaking of the dragon, well. She was on one’s back now. That took a little bit to settle in, but once the bot was quite sure she and everyone else wasn’t going to fall off the moment they started moving, she got to take a moment to actually marvel at the majesty and absurdity of the situation. Her sensors drank in every inch of the fantastical creature, finding every inch a wonder and denial of biology all at the same time, and then she crouched down and touched the scales, ostensibly to better support herself when they took off, but also just to confirm that yes, this was, as far as she could tell, real. 

This was happening.

[color=Firebrick]”And yet I still can’t quite believe it is”[/color] she murmured to herself as they prepared to take off to the skies upon the dragoness’s back. All that remained were a few last second checks and orders, and then they would be skyward bound.