IC Dessimus - it's a bird, it's a plane As the large vehicle rose noisily into the air, Dessimus rubbed his forehead. This was not the most pleasant way to travel, nor was it comforting to know he was in a massive transport with no specification of where they were going. At the least, if they crashed and died, he could be identified by his unique mask? no that wouldn't help. Well now he was stuck with the Skakdi and probably going to be forced into a conversation at some point... "Lovely weather we're having."