User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160402224954

(Gamora wraps a scarf around her face to shield her from the intense cold. Taking the lead, she flies up the length of the mountain toward the summit, keeping wary for any incoming and potential threats.)

(Decibelle takes a moment to catch her breath before zooming back to the Milano.)

Decibelle: I-I... I'm sorry, I just... I-I didn't mean to--

Orbit: Stop. What's done is done. Just patch up Star-Lord's wounds.

Decibelle: ...Yes, captain.

Orbit: Star-Lord, how much fuel do we have?

Star-Lord: Maintaining current course and speed... probably several hours' worth.

Orbit: It's safe to assume Rat Trap knows we're here now, so staying still is no longer an option. We maintain a circle around the perimeter of the summit until Mare Do Well and the others finish their part of the mission. If Phoenix comes back... we defend ourselves.

Decibelle: ...