Battle Transport
Everyone gears up. The only gear the purple woman, with her white, pupilless eyes and pink facial tattoos, needs is a quarrel full of long metal darts strapped across her back. She waits until everyone is done.
When all eyes face her, she smiles.
"Ready? The ride may be a bit bumpy"
She turns toward a wall, which ripples and goes black as the void of space.
"Quickly."
The Portal
Do you have any idea how it feels to go through bent space? It's disorienting. Gut-wrenching. And a lot like that moment of hanging in the air at the top of a rollercoaster before the drop hits you.
When all eyes face her, she smiles.
"Ready? The ride may be a bit bumpy"
She turns toward a wall, which ripples and goes black as the void of space.
"Quickly."
The Portal
Do you have any idea how it feels to go through bent space? It's disorienting. Gut-wrenching. And a lot like that moment of hanging in the air at the top of a rollercoaster before the drop hits you.