User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160327010545

(Bringing up the rear, Orbit enters the hangar.)

Orbit: Play nice, everypony. Just as Mare Do Well and her party have their mission, so do we have ours. Stay focused.

Freeheart: Got it, Cap.

Star-Lord: Aye-aye.

Orbit: Fire up yur ship's engines, Star-Lord, so that we're ready to leave anytime.

Star-Lord: What for? Won't it be several hours before they reach the summit?

Orbit: We should be ready to move into position regardless. They should be checking in soon anyway.

(Gamora mostly keeps her thoughts to herself, but she inwardly wondered how one's stench, how matter how "impressive", could carry on such harsh winds.)