[ Mikazuki prefers the chaos of living things on his side. That's what makes him such an efficient pilot, marrying technical skill with unpredictable instinct. Machines come alive beneath his touch, a mutual and unforgiving push that outclasses many. However, it works against him in this instance, the sudden pitch of the ship turning down with such force that he feels all his organs make an impressive bid for freedom through his throat.
The force doesn't balk him, but it does make him hiss a quick noise through his teeth, body locking as the controls try to grind away at him alone. ]
It's not listening...
[ Not urgent, but still strained, like he's not going to lose despite the circumstances.
The craft gives another, steeper lurch, wings beginning to tilt. It issues a rather stern warning: there's no where to go in the emptiness of space, but it'll send them crashing down through that void anyway. That's what he feels in the moment, both before him and beside him with Takasugi relinquishing his seat.
It's familiar in a way he hasn't thought about since the day he lost, and he bites down on that memory with sharp teeth. ]
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The force doesn't balk him, but it does make him hiss a quick noise through his teeth, body locking as the controls try to grind away at him alone. ]
It's not listening...
[ Not urgent, but still strained, like he's not going to lose despite the circumstances.
The craft gives another, steeper lurch, wings beginning to tilt. It issues a rather stern warning: there's no where to go in the emptiness of space, but it'll send them crashing down through that void anyway. That's what he feels in the moment, both before him and beside him with Takasugi relinquishing his seat.
It's familiar in a way he hasn't thought about since the day he lost, and he bites down on that memory with sharp teeth. ]