Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160329050341

(Well on he bright side, that makes me feel that much less like I'm trespassing on Canon. Also, have yourself a cookie Kurai; you've made a former Fractured Space player very happy. Should probably re-install...)

Rainier's eyes quickly darted to the reflective surface of a fighter jet's cockpit glass to see what was going on behind him; some random kid getting into a shouting match with a guard. Much like Cormac, he too sprouted an annoyed look.

"My people have a saying for people like him." Rainier made a short series of fricitive sounds: traditional Sahali speech, but it was unlikely that anyone other than Loretta would have understood what the archer said.

(Raw meat; For the ancestral Sahali whose life revolved around hunting, calling someone raw meat was one of the highest forms of insult.)

"Damn, Rainy! That's pretty harsh." Loretta added with a look of shock on her face. "You're completely right though."

"...And by the time we get the plans from them, I doubt Mistral will have any dust left." Rainier continued speaking to the agent. Upon hearing the mention of dust mines, he came up with an answer.

"We could sneak aboard through dust canisters." it seemed to be the most straightforward and obvious approach. Of course to both the cyborgs, the dust canisters were also too obvious.

"If you say we get all the resources we need, stealth ship would be nice..." Loretta gave her $0.02 for the situation. Specifically while eyeing the vessel parked to the group's far left. She recognized the silhouette as some sort of Inua variant. Based on the changes to the outer frame, her best guess was that it was an infiltration type the Vale's military had put together.