- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
Ana rolls her eyes a little, but it's in a fond way as he mentions his father and she shakes her head, but accepts his answer. "Perhaps I will see if I can hail Saliphia tomorrow. Rakobe might have gotten the lines back under our control..." She speaks in an absent way, not really believing her own words or the hope of them, but she also isn't really focused on the answer, looking at the screen Oran has been studying with interest of her own now.
Space mines?
Her eyes narrow and she types something into the computer, tilting her head as the data rises. "Those were not there two months ago. Whoever has placed them, and I am guessing that would be our lovely friends here, did them illegally. There is no mention of space mine barricades scheduled for that area." she informs her husband and sure enough the red dot that is the enemy ship starts toward the mines on the screen.
Ana looks pensive, tail sweeping behind her in agitation and snarl breaks past her lips before she reigns it in and speaks instead. "They have something beyond those mines. It's probably cloaked." Gold-hazel eyes meet Oran's amber ones and she hopes that her husband is still as committed to this mission as she is.
"Looks like we get to play dodge the space mine. That was my favorite game in flight school. You?"
Space mines?
Her eyes narrow and she types something into the computer, tilting her head as the data rises. "Those were not there two months ago. Whoever has placed them, and I am guessing that would be our lovely friends here, did them illegally. There is no mention of space mine barricades scheduled for that area." she informs her husband and sure enough the red dot that is the enemy ship starts toward the mines on the screen.
Ana looks pensive, tail sweeping behind her in agitation and snarl breaks past her lips before she reigns it in and speaks instead. "They have something beyond those mines. It's probably cloaked." Gold-hazel eyes meet Oran's amber ones and she hopes that her husband is still as committed to this mission as she is.
"Looks like we get to play dodge the space mine. That was my favorite game in flight school. You?"