Teh_Asian
Sole Survivor
Char-Li gave a small nod and began their descent, giving quick turns of the knobs and making small adjustments with the trajectory as to where the ship is to land. Once they broke atmosphere he found a small opening in where there was not much vegetation that allowed for a rather smooth and flat landing spot.
"Landed," he said rather carefully as he did just that, a small spot of accuracy that most people would neglect would be that of the touch of where and how they parked. Char-Li though very tactically, leaving the opening of the ship or the door toward the side that gained the most cover and lacked the advantage for any attacker.
Char-Li stood up after turning the engines off, took up his jetpack then helmet, putting them on in order of how they were taken up. His Westars were completely clipped in and his DC-15s was slid into the compartment nearest to his back and behind his jet pack. He pressed a small button on his suit and from his side a HUD synchronized with Vassara's movements, his, and a map that had a relation as to where she and he was. Motion trackers were a thing of a feat having created with little to no glitches, which is why Char-Li only used his for approximate calculations.
"So we're just in Endor for the hell of it? Sounds fun," he says as he adjusts his gear before looking toward Vassara with a confused look, his helmet merely giving off a blank expression that's intentions should instill a sort of chill or intimidation of sorts, a special design from his adopted father's clan that meant plenty that words can merely crack the surface of it's definition.
[member="Vassara Raxis"]
"Landed," he said rather carefully as he did just that, a small spot of accuracy that most people would neglect would be that of the touch of where and how they parked. Char-Li though very tactically, leaving the opening of the ship or the door toward the side that gained the most cover and lacked the advantage for any attacker.
Char-Li stood up after turning the engines off, took up his jetpack then helmet, putting them on in order of how they were taken up. His Westars were completely clipped in and his DC-15s was slid into the compartment nearest to his back and behind his jet pack. He pressed a small button on his suit and from his side a HUD synchronized with Vassara's movements, his, and a map that had a relation as to where she and he was. Motion trackers were a thing of a feat having created with little to no glitches, which is why Char-Li only used his for approximate calculations.
"So we're just in Endor for the hell of it? Sounds fun," he says as he adjusts his gear before looking toward Vassara with a confused look, his helmet merely giving off a blank expression that's intentions should instill a sort of chill or intimidation of sorts, a special design from his adopted father's clan that meant plenty that words can merely crack the surface of it's definition.
[member="Vassara Raxis"]