DustJacket

The Mare in the Moon, vintage swirls and Old English style

You just read my mind

Peking

Weakened hull, just to build the tension.

The situation indeed changed, but not for the better. Dust intended to steer some of them from this heat. "Exactly how old is this ship?" He asked, to anypony pony at this point, the survivors seemed to be clueless, so he hoped that the pony clad in armor beside him has the answer -- not like he needed the answer, it was a question just to put everypony's mind at another matter, hopefully. Another loud grating noise occurred, even louder this time, it'll be stupefying if this one didn't draw the attention of everypony in the ship. "Alright, that noise certainly does not ring 'brand new'." Dust continued.

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel made me do this.

:okiedokielokie: Okie Dokie Lokie... I'll keep an eye on you still

Just don't knock me off my mag boots.

Dibs on the repair group to repair the breached hull, if that ever happens that is.

Dust's face picked up a grimaced expression as conversation heated up, perhaps distancing himself would be a good idea in case hooves went flying, He joined up with some of the ponies apparently distancing themselves from the conflict just as he was, walking pass them and continued further down a corridor leading to another section of the ship. But as he took his initial steps and lying one hoof on the very corridor's floor -- whether it was a coincidence or something very bad about to happen, was inconclusive -- a loud heavy creaking sound fell unto his ears, he recalled the sound to be somewhat similar to submarines experiencing excessive pressure. The ponies near him heard it as well, "Sush!" he reacted, gesturing everypony to be quiet as if the sound rivaled the sound of bickering, "Anypony hear that?" Dust then looked down towards the corridor and said, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Or that, that's a good one too Spacewalk sounds like a whole lot of fun though. Just think about it, a hundred possibly thousand or tens of thousand year old ship floating around in space might have the possibility of a weakened hull and shortly an explosive decompression.

I'll just wait until we're about to do a spacewalk. And staying in character, too. While I'm at it

She was not the only one, the state of idleness along with tedious conflict between them induced a slight headache. He had finished helping the medics in relieve duty, And now, now he was bored -- bored unto submission, and slowing losing his mind in the process, he leaned against the wall and whispered to himself, "Great, 'it's a great career booster,' she said." reflecting back on how his agent got to convince him to make a documentation of the Gate, as he see the room in the state of mild chaos. As much as he loves the possibility of adventure as much to the next pony, this one, well, this one is totally not up to his standards.