Wil/Peony/Riyeko
"Y'just about sittin on one." was his aggravated growl to Riyeko as he shook the deck with his hard steps towards belowdecks. This point they couldn't take The Love even if they wanted to. Too much risk if she ran aground of taking out the ground defense.
He left the girls to do whatever the fuck it was they wanted and hit the lever to open up the center deck release. His airbike was in the corner, but funny thing about them; once you got them to hover they were pretty easy to move.
From the darkness of the belowdeck he emerged, perched on the back of the large metal and swirling blue light contraption. His own personal vessel to the skies. "Y'comin?" He asked Peony, pulling ammo off the side of the bike and loading his pistol, still looking none too pleased.