Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-21447002-20151018040822/@comment-25999762-20151021002652

War kept walking, and headed for the docks. He walked toward his ship, the Minuet. He entered the silvery fighter and sat in his seat, rubbing his forehead, taking off the bone-like helmet. I suppose it's time to return to Phobos... Coordinate the next attack. He pulled out a photo, it was his sister and him, though when they were younger. He stared at it for a moment, and tucked it away, pulling on the helmet.