User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-5837525-20160828224928

(Star-Lord's controls beep as the proximity sensors go off, but it's too late to dodge as the bullet comes flying through the cockpit window.)

Star-Lord: Whoa! Jeez!

(Star-Lord jumps backward on the controls, causing the ship to jerk and anyone sliding down the wires to feel a little turbulence.)

Star-Lord: I'm being targeted, guys! Get yourselves down there so I can set her down and not be a sitting duck!

(Using the trajectory of the bullet, Star-Lord attempts to pinpoint its source before another bullet comes a-whizzing.)

Orbit: Y-Yes. I had a feeling you already knew that, but that's only part of the reason for my--

(Orbit is cut off mid-sentence by Glaive's message.)

Orbit: Ugh. I apologize, Mr. Caboose. Glaive, you have the WORST sense of timing. Can you go and provide backup, Flashfire? I'll catch up with you as soon as I can.

[click]

Orbit: Understood, Glaive. Decibelle, are you able to--?

Decibelle: Already on it!

(By the control room door, Decibelle stumbles on her way to the teleporter room, tripping over her own uniform as she rushes to put it on.)

Decibelle: Whoops! I-I'm okay!