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[meatship]

Stacy's voice came over the comm. It wasn't urgent, like those rather scary times before, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to shut up until everyone did what she said

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[its_keeper]

Lucky that last part wasnt' said aloud, or the ship's resident electrokinetic would be a lot more reluctant to appear at the obs deck.

Nevertheless, Will creeps into the large room, her expression apprehensive and bordering on the "am I in trouble?" Mission's she's used to, but not yet on Stacy.

[meatship]

||Do not be alarmed, Vandom, Will. The entire crew is being selected for a mission/shore leave.||

[its_keeper]

Will perks up considerably at this. "Really? A planet?"

Off the creepy ship of doom?

[meatship]

||Yes.||

[fastandferal]

"Hey, Will!"

The cheetahbot comes up to her, giving a very reassuring (and toothy) smile.

[its_keeper]

"Hi Cheetor!"

Will has a huge grin on her face.

"We're going planetside! Isn't that great?"

[fastandferal]

"Yeah! And, hey, 88% water. Excited?"

As if he needs to ask.

[its_keeper]

Will nods, still grinning. "Does this happen a lot? Missions, I mean? What do we do on Missions?"

[fastandferal]

"Well, last time we had to get crystals for the translation engine, because someone broke it. That was--" incredibly dangerous, actually. Which Cheetor remembers right about now.

"-- We all managed pretty well," he finishes lamely.

[its_keeper]

Crystals don't sound so dangerous, so what's with the quick-thinking pauses?

"Do you think it'll be dangerous?" Will asks, looking concerned.

Not scared, oddly enough.

[fastandferal]

"I certainly hope it won't be."

Cheetor walked over her to reassure her. He did. The plan just seems to be falling apart.

"Not much good we can do wondering about it!" he says quickly.

[its_keeper]

Will smiles again, still trying to be cheerful about getting off the ship.

"Yeah. Maybe we'll be picking up something easy this time."