Blood Gulch Sucks. >> Red vs. Blue

[Sam I Am]

"It's not like the ship is going anywhere besides down" Sarge rolled his eyes

[LadyGalleth]

Simmons

"That's the problem," I mumble to myself, trying to inch the controls upwards, slamming us downward before pulling downward, rushing us upward. "Damn...GRIF! GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME FLY THIS THING!!"

[Sam I Am]

"Step aside and stop whining were not going to die yet" he said taking the controls

[LadyGalleth]

Simmons

Without saying another word, I scoot from the pilot chair to the gunner chair again. It's good that he's not fighting. I don't think anyone can deal with another fight. Not with a Freelancer on board, at least. "Sir, what's our ETA?" I ask, spinning over to him again.

(( Estimated Time of Arrival. ))

[mandalorian]

"I know a little bit, yeah." Grif shrugged and walked over, pushing Sarge away. He took the controls and stopped the ship for a second, then blasted forward, almost at full speed.

(( i'm on a 3ds until i can grab my ipod ))

[Sam I Am]

Washington was sent backwards from the blast and hit a wall

Sarge staggered backwards and grabbed Grif trying to strangle him "Your gonna kill us all before I can'

[LadyGalleth]

(( It's fine. ))

Church

I watch as everyone lurches forwards before slamming themselves back, myself included. "SONOFA--"

"SONOFA--" I hear Donut.

"SONOFA--GRIF!" Simmons.

I run a hand through my messy hair. "Man... a little warning would be nice."

"I appreciate your help Grif," Simmons begins, "but at least tell us what you're going to do before BLASTING US AT HYPER SPEED ACROSS THE GALAXY!"

[Sam I Am]

Washington arches his back as he puts his hand on his back pain "Don't do that again please"

[LadyGalleth]

Donut

"Yeah!" I shout. "That really hurt...." I rub at my arm that was slammed into Caboosie's armor. "Are you alright?" I question him, helping him up. "Doc, you okay?" His helmet crashed into mine. Poor man. I help him off the floor, as well.

[Sam I Am]

"I-I ok just a little dizzy is all" Doc said with his hands gripping his helmet