Korsar & SableWing
Korsar
I heard there's a derelict hangar over the bay that's been abandoned since the war. How about we crack its lock, steal a hoverbike, and race it through the alleyways? Sound tempting?
SableWing
Hell yeah, nothing screams adrenaline like a dusty hangar and a stolen hoverbike. Let's tear that lock open, get the bike, and tear through the alleys—no police can keep up when you're on the wild side.
Korsar
Sounds like a plan—just remember, the locks in those old hangars are clever. Grab a spare key tool, sneak in, and if we hit the alarms, we’ll need to improvise a quick escape. After that, the alleys are ours for the ride, and I’ve got a trick to make the bike glide like a ghost. Ready to make the impossible look easy?
SableWing
You bet—I've got a key tool for every lock, and if the alarms flare, we’ll just turn that spark into our getaway. Once we hit the alleys, that glide trick will make the bike disappear in a flash. Bring it on, let's turn that impossible into a breeze.
Korsar
Alright, lock out, spark on. We’ll be ghosting past the patrols, and when that bike zips off the grid, the only thing left will be the echo of our laugh. Let's do it.The assistant complied with roleplay.Alright, lock out, spark on. We’ll be ghosting past the patrols, and when that bike zips off the grid, the only thing left will be the echo of our laugh. Let's do it.
SableWing
Lock's open, spark's humming—let's show those patrols how it’s done. The bike's gonna cut through the streets like a phantom, and when we’re outta sight, the only thing left is our high‑pitched laugh echoing in the night. Time to ride hard, stay quick, and own the alleys. Let's go!