Escape velocity.

[certaindoom]

Colonel Parker's crew of fools has been subjugated, and now Doom strides through the corridors, leading this motley assortment of fodder and strategically concealing the group from prying security eyes.

"Grimm," Doom says, in a condescending tone. "Do you have an adequate craft, or shall I summon my own?"

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[rogue_starsr]

"If you've been preparing for this as long as you say, your craft will probably get there with less attention. I'll stay outside til we hit the upper atmosphere to help provide cover. Be sure and let me in - you'll want me on Galactus' ship." she says, with a hint of warning.

[certaindoom]

Doom slides an eye toward the whelp.

"My craft will take time to access. Time I am led to believe we may not have to spare."

[rogue_starsr]

"We don't have a lot of time... General Grimm, do we have a craft available? Either way, I'll fly support til we hit the upper atmosphere. I doubt we've seen the end of the resistance we'll deal with."

[house_of_mystiq]

"Come here. We can't have you popping a lung while you're in flight."

Raven wraps her hands around Sarah's ribcage. Her fingers stretch, meeting on the opposite side. She closes her eyes and concentrates. Feels like quite a few broken in there. Between pressure and a slightly modified phlegm glue, she tapes them in place.

As an afterthought, she tints her skin green to match the girl's clothes.

Her hands appear to pull away from what looks like a seamless leather bandage wrapping Sarah's ribcage.

"Damn. I'm hungry."

[nuttinbeatsrock]

Grimm looks...of all things...a little sheepish. He motions to the hangar, where a certain machine is waiting...

And by "machine" we mean, "hovercar that's large enough to hold the lot of them, but looks uncannily like a flying bathtub."

"Don't ask abouts the name." Grimm grumbles, rolling his eyes, "It was the best I coulds get on short notice."

[proteus_maximus]

"Looks like an upsized Fantasticar, to me. They're pretty zippy, back home."

The hangar's a decent-sized walk away, but the promise of transportation has put a spring in Morph's step - though the fact the stunbolts have worn off probably helps too.

[house_of_mystiq]

"Fantasticar? Is that Ford or GM?"

No German company would make a car like that. Not in any universe.

"Dibbs on whatever's fallen between the seats."

[rogue_starsr]

Sarah nods her thanks to her grandmother. Fighting the Hulk has this way of lingering, and Venom didn't help.

"Its a one of a kind Reed Richards' design. Space capable, other dimension capable... if its anything like the one I heard stories of. Get in and I'll see about giving us a push start. We need to get going."

[nuttinbeatsrock]

"It's a flyin washtub." Ben clarifies for any who might be confused as he leads the way. "Anyone gots a problem wit me piloting it?"

[wwii_hero]

"Best pilot I know," Patriot nods. "I wouldn't have anyone else do it."

[uneasy_rider]

She's not a fan of anything with four doors. Two's worse. Time to make the best of it. "Um, Blue." she holds up a Snickers she got out of the lunchroom before all this started.