Braddington
Based... based on what?
LOCATION : The Quinjet
INTERACTION : sitanomoto
MENTION : TYPE (Honourable) -- NanLia Safton Elekta Kount Braddington CasualDragon Pyosimros (The Jet Gang)
Rigel strapped himself into the jet, fiddling with the mechanisms nonchalantly as if testing their suitability for the trip. He hated flying on anything man made. He couldn't trust it. What if it stopped mid-air? What if it crashed into the ocean? What if it crashed into the land? These were the paranoid questions he constantly asked himself when working with something he was unfamiliar with. Perhaps it was a little elitism, perhaps it was from experience. Perhaps it was both. Regardless, he knew the importance of the mission and he knew the people he was working alongside. He trusted them to at least have a decent mode of transportation. Besides, they certainly had the money. The tower must have cost a fortune, but the real expenses were what was inside it, the technology at use here was astounding. How many people would love to have this kind of set up? He could only imagine the multitudes who stared up at this prime real estate and envied it. He could only imagine the multitudes that stared up at it and planned to attack it. Ah well. What was the point of being a deterrent if you didn't have a fancy building to match? Though it could do with a little more blue.
He listened to the plan of action, running it over in his head. There was a lot that could wrong. They weren't dealing with the most advanced of nations, it was true, but they were nothing to underestimate. More than that, they needed this as a country. The fear of losing that hope of a better tomorrow was a much greater force than any money could buy. His job was to make sure they didn't lose it. Well, his and Cassie’s. Even he couldn't do this alone. It was a big ask. But an ask he was willing to risk. He had to now. For Boston, who so often gave him the boosts he needed. For his mother if nothing else.
It’s what she would have wanted for him.
At the prompt of Connor he tried to think of things to suggest, but they were cosmetic at most. Things that would only occur if it all went wrong. He really hoped they wouldn't. It would be nice for his first true mission with them all to go smoothly. Perhaps that was too much to ask.
He didn't raise his voice, but simply nodded at the man. Happy with what he needed to do and who he was doing it with. Everyone had their strengths, and this was the best way to utilize them. With that his mind wandered, to people and places. He was nervous, it was obvious by the sweat that poured onto his suit. The fabric luckily having been modified to absorb and use such things for his own benefit. He’d obviously objected to that.
“No dad, I won’t get nervous. No dad, I won’t get worked up.”
Sometimes he was an idiot. This was one of those times. He was getting worked up after all. He tried desperately not to portray it openly to no avail. To try and calm himself, he thought of those close to him. He thought of Boston, the lovable giant that he was, of Cassie who sat close to him, and of his mother. The one he’d lost. The one who gave him strength for moments like this. It seemed to help.
His gaze wandered through the jet until laying upon Cassie, who he gave an awkward and somewhat dorky smile.
“Fancy meeting you here. I guess we all need a holiday sometime. Somalia is an odd choice, but I can think of worse places.”
His smile was genuine. His tone upbeat for his current mood-set. If there was a friend he could rely on in times like this, it was her.