[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Boraro[/color]
A400M, 1600 hours, Approaching Haneda airport[/h2][/center][hr][color=#FF7800]”I haven’t known you long enough to tell.”[/color] He replied to Skye’s question about trust bluntly, suppressing a chuckle about apparently being trustworthy. Either Skye wasn’t aware of the list of criminals, rebels and illegitimate governments he’d worked for over the years long enough that it might as well be printed on toilet paper, or Raven was even less scrupulous than he thought. He liked the latter thought a lot more than the former, that would be some awkward explaining.

A great shadow blocked out the light, the American eclipse extending his hand toward him with a greeting. [color=#FF7800]”Ebrima Arendse. What did they feed you people growing up?”[/color] Ebrima shook Chuck’s hand, imagining the giants’ daily intake to have been around what he had to eat for three days, his hand getting absolutely lost in Chuck’s palm. It’s been a hot minute since anyone made him feel small. These giants, nope, he didn’t mind never having faced one, at all. The handshake over, he was left with the dilemma of someone who saw and wanted to pet a dog and someone who knew it was a military working dog, the most adorable lethal weapon ever used by mankind. To save your hand, or pet the dog and risk losing it? [color=#FF7800]”And I wouldn’t overstate my contributions. Skye just needed a chauffeur while she hogged all the fun with the turret.”[/color] He chuckled, anyone’s contributions paling compared to two walking tanks strolling into the middle of the fight like two raised middle fingers and beating the tar out of Artemis until their muscles tore. How do you beat that?
[hr][center][h2]A400M, Leaving Haneda airport[/h2][/center][hr]Ebrima kept well away from the open rear ramp, the view tempting but fear of falling out being stronger. [color=#FF7800]”Maybe she forgot something down there?”[/color] He noted dryly when his brain processed what his eyes were telling it. The new team leader didn’t leave a strong first impression after weeping for the previous one and now the one person in the squad he did get to know at least a little bit had thrown herself out of the plane without sharing a plan and before agreeing on any counter-Rose recognition method. At least they could be reasonably sure that was the real Skye that had just yeeted herself out of the plane, Rose probably would’ve killed Vincent, crashed the plane, died along with them and resurrected somewhere else. Unfair advantage was one thing, but this was plain cheating.

With the whole team - well, sans Skye, for obvious reasons - gathered together in the back of the plane and Chuck making introductions following Skye’s stunt, he figured he might as well join. [color=#FF7800]”Since we’re all here and getting situated, I am Ebrima Arendse.”[/color] He went around for a round of handshakes with those he hasn’t met yet before looking between Oliver and Freya, [color=#FF7800]”A Nord fighting beside Freya herself. Must be a dream come true.”[/color] If as little time ago as yesterday you’d told Ebrima that Joakim’s weird obsession with pagan faiths would ever be useful to him, he’d ask when you’d hit your head.