Mission Log
Title: TEAM FUTURE 7: SHUT UP WE'RE TALKING
Characters: Future 7 Crew
Location: Future 7
Timeframe: Now
Status: Open
Warnings: Blood, death, Byakuya's awsome, swearing..... more I am sure.
He had time to be annoyed. The bright flashing in the corner of his screen, a silent warning that there was another ship that was far to close for comfort, the red quickly turning a brighter color, the creek of something latching onto the side of his ship.
His ship was being boarded.
He worked quickly, the paperwork and disks that littered his desk were shifted where they belong, and the vase Hisana had given him was secured, her picture was already tucked into his desk for the night. Three steps across the room and his sword was retrieved from its hiding spot at the corner of his room.
He unsheathed it smoothly, the scabbard neatly settling in place at his hip.
Two more steps and the small button that would send bright red flashing lights to his crew was pressed, the only warning they would receive if the obvious docking noises had not woken them. Kurosaki’s multiple siblings would most likely need to be checked on, the others could handle themselves.
One more step and he was out his door, sword gleaming in one hand.
No one boarded his ship without his permission.
No one.
Characters: Future 7 Crew
Location: Future 7
Timeframe: Now
Status: Open
Warnings: Blood, death, Byakuya's awsome, swearing..... more I am sure.
He had time to be annoyed. The bright flashing in the corner of his screen, a silent warning that there was another ship that was far to close for comfort, the red quickly turning a brighter color, the creek of something latching onto the side of his ship.
His ship was being boarded.
He worked quickly, the paperwork and disks that littered his desk were shifted where they belong, and the vase Hisana had given him was secured, her picture was already tucked into his desk for the night. Three steps across the room and his sword was retrieved from its hiding spot at the corner of his room.
He unsheathed it smoothly, the scabbard neatly settling in place at his hip.
Two more steps and the small button that would send bright red flashing lights to his crew was pressed, the only warning they would receive if the obvious docking noises had not woken them. Kurosaki’s multiple siblings would most likely need to be checked on, the others could handle themselves.
One more step and he was out his door, sword gleaming in one hand.
No one boarded his ship without his permission.
No one.