Entry Number 050603A
As I thought of it, I heard loud steps behind me and I turned my head.
"What is happening?!" Rose yelled, leaning onto the wall as the ship began shaking, sounding a loud alarm and panels blaring in our face that simply, without the superficiality, we were going to die. Navaien seemed as confused as everyone else in the room, stuttering and stumbling over his own words. Rose, to worsen the situation, pushed at him and sunk her deep claws inside the back of his neck, making him yelp. She basically pulled him off the seat and slammed him into a wall, growling. "Weren't you supposed to be the expert here?" She snarls before I grab at the back of her coat, making her turn. "Killing him as we're landing through space on some desolate pfaasking planet won't help either, Rose!" I yelled, truthfully tired of the loud sirens and slamming my hand against one of the panels. It, unsurprisingly, cracked.
Rellia came in last to the sound of the ruckus, covered in a large, black coat that hanged over her shoulders. She ran up next to me and stared through the window at the abyss that we were falling through, before pushing at my chair.
"Get off the chair, let me handle it." She said, more of an order than a choice, glaring at me. The grip on the chair became harder.
"What is happening?!" Rose yelled, leaning onto the wall as the ship began shaking, sounding a loud alarm and panels blaring in our face that simply, without the superficiality, we were going to die. Navaien seemed as confused as everyone else in the room, stuttering and stumbling over his own words. Rose, to worsen the situation, pushed at him and sunk her deep claws inside the back of his neck, making him yelp. She basically pulled him off the seat and slammed him into a wall, growling. "Weren't you supposed to be the expert here?" She snarls before I grab at the back of her coat, making her turn. "Killing him as we're landing through space on some desolate pfaasking planet won't help either, Rose!" I yelled, truthfully tired of the loud sirens and slamming my hand against one of the panels. It, unsurprisingly, cracked.
Rellia came in last to the sound of the ruckus, covered in a large, black coat that hanged over her shoulders. She ran up next to me and stared through the window at the abyss that we were falling through, before pushing at my chair.
"Get off the chair, let me handle it." She said, more of an order than a choice, glaring at me. The grip on the chair became harder.