Who: Cid Highwind (lowind), Rtas 'Vadum (shipmaster) What: Pilots, planes and cursed aliens. When:After this This Where: Hanger then who knows. Warnings: Cid's bad language? Otherwise TBA.
Closing his connection to the network with a thought Rtas made his way out the main doors of the hotel. Thinking over the conversation and the odd desire to prove himself to Highwind as well as to see the others skills in action. Shaking his head slightly he strode off toward the hanger at a fair pace. His ever worn combat harness seemingly cleaner than usual as it's white panels reflected the sunlight as he walked.
A few minutes later and he was at the main doors to the hanger, pausing a moment to cast that calm gaze around the hanger before striding in heading toward the left as he had been told, toward where Highwind supposedly was. Even as he closed the distance his gaze swept over the planes in that area.