Hunter Drake

Kip OMEGA

Script

Kip: *dressed down in his grungies, tools hanging off a belt strapped across his chest, working up under one wing of the Kipship*

Drake: *sitting at the open, beaten-up hangar door, staring at the endless sea* Too much open water...

Kip: Didn't I tell you? We're going to swim the whole way. *grins over*