Apocalypse

[Ramke]

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The noble kept wiping her never-ending river of tears, still in a slight panic over what just happened, completely ruining her make up. She knew this would likely cause issues, the sight of an Outcast leading a crying, desperate noble into their ship was a bright red flag to everyone. Their only hope was to either not get spotted too much, or pray that the crew assumed it was just a dramatic goodbye scene.

"I'll stay in the cockpit, if there's room." she replied as they reached the doors to the hangar.

The door opened, and the hangar was luckily quite empty. It seemed most were focused on repairs and preparing for the inevitable fight ahead. Only a few Lynxes and Loyola's Sabre were there, not that you could fit much more in the small hangar of a destroyer.

Claire managed to cover her face or turn away from prying eyes that saw them pass through towards the Sabre, and luckily for them, it didn't seem anyone approached to stop them. The ladder still attached to the ship, Enma used her communicator to unlock the cockpit to their ship, and the duchess was the first to climb in.

Much to her dismay, there wasn't much space. Or any space at all, for that matter. The front was blocked by consoles, but the sides barely had enough space to squeeze in. Having no knowledge of how to pilot ships, let alone Sirian ships, she had to climb and attempt to make herself comfortable in the narrow area next to the cockpit chair. Comfort was just not in the woman's mind right now, regardless. She was escaping her own ship, after having been an accomplice in murdering the captain and dooming the crew.

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