Shuttleformers couldn't very well transform and fly off into deep space without thick armor and fully sealed cabins, now could they? Not to mention a robust temperature regulation system to avoid losing too much heat in the void.
All of which is to say, being stuck at the bottom of a lake with half a mountain's worth of displaced mud pinning her frame is an annoyance to Starlane more than anything else. She'll weather this, and get herself out.
🗦 @pathofstars 🗧 ... one of our muses finds the other submerged underwater, and is left to desperately try to save them.
Charlie wasn't afraid to admit that diving was taking a bit more to get back into than she thought at first. One trip to the pools she used to practice at reminded her quick just how rusty she was ( when adrenaline wasn't rushing through her system ) and how she'd need to start from the ground up all over again.
Sure, she had some decent sea legs. She loved swimming and surfing around the beach, especially lately, but if she wanted to re-teach herself how to dive like she used to, then she'd need some.. calmer waters. Plus, the walk through the hiking trail was nice and quiet and much needed.
There was no way for Charlie to expect to find something.. not a fish when she went diving. At first she thought maybe it was a pile up of logs or trees from storms over the years. But.. the deeper she dove, the more she could tell whatever was laying beneath mounds of mud wasn't, in fact, tree trunks. It takes her about three more dives to figure out what was beneath all the mud was something metallic, and that's when her adrenaline was kicking back into gear.
There's a bit of preamble as she prepares herself for just how deep she'd have to get herself, and how long she'd need to hold her breath for. Several deep, deep swallowed breaths in preparation and she's walking up to the highest hiking point she can find nearest that mound of mud. A few more seconds and...
Charlie dove with ease through the air and through the water, gravity taking care of the rest as she's torpedo'd through the lake, diving deep enough she can reach the muddy bottom, hands desperately prying at whatever was beneath and brushing away as much mud as possible with large sweeps of her arms. The pressure was starting to tickle her ears a little, but thankfully not her lungs- yet. Charlie knew she had at least two minutes in her for the depth she dove, breath held expertly as she does her best to remove as much mud as possible, fingers gripping and pulling on plating and parts with desperate adrenaline-fueled strength.
