Without any hesitation, Achilles stepped onto the craft, strapping himself into a seat closest to the back. Though hardly an advantage, this put him that much closer to the hatch, allowing for a quicker escape, should he need to bail at any given moment. He sincerely hoped that no one would place themselves next to him, especially not one of the monks. Though the most commonly seen rivalry was between the Knights and Ascendants, Achilles broke the pattern. He detested their practices, and their bragging of 'freedom'. While soaring through the sky was an impressive feat, it was nothing in comparison to what the Void and Sun could bring you. This never affected him personally, but he always knew, no matter how they bragged, they would be his inferiors.

He looked around the craft, his gaze momentarily straying on the other Ascendant, sitting a few seats away from him. He had never met the boy, personally, nor had he heard of him. Achilles reflected briefly on what his question had been. The phrasing had intoned that he was partial to stealth, though he wasn't quite sure. That would be good. Have the Ascendants run stealth, blend in with the crowds. Then they could gather unbiased information on the citizens opinions, as suggested, and avoid the drama and hate that followed Ascendants.

Yes, it was almost certain that Ascendants would get the brunt of any negative talk, which could dim the rest of the heroes. Especially if the Orsim are causing their problems. He thought to himself, remembering how so many connect the Ascendants to those poor lost Orsim.

Achilles turned away from those thoughts, before looking to the cockpit. Was there a trained pilot in there already, or would one of the heroes have to take control? He hated the flying craft enough already, having it be piloted by someone with little experience wouldn't help his doubts. He knew for a fact he himself couldn't come close to piloting such a complex machine. So, he stared out into the hangar, where the rest still stood. With his mask off, Achilles was almost intimidating. Even with his curt smile, the hollow black eyes of his struck deep, the endless void not something one should stare into.

Sybilla was irked about the date comment, but she brushed it off as she walked towards the shuttle following the two Ascendents into the back of the ship. Instead of sitting like the two others, she instead opened the hatch to the cockpit. It was empty of people and she knew that one of them would have to fly it. Looking at the others, she knew none of them had been trained to pilot. That other monk probably had but there was something about him that Sybilla was not comfortable letting him being the only thing between her and the ground.

“I guess that just leaves me to pilot this thing,” she muttered to herself, sighing. She plopped down into the pilot’s seat, buckling herself in and tightening the straps. Turning around when she was situated, she shouted at the two who had not made it into the ship yet: “Hurry it up back there!”