Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150806205334

(It's a back-up to pull the warheads out of the sub.)

Anyone who studies chemistry knows what is formed after many an acid reaction: highly-flammable hydrogen. And this specific reaction was going on right in the middle of several active flames. A decent size fireball and the sub's fire surpression system creaked to life, feeblely spewing water to contain the blaze.

Even though sympathetic detonations were accounted for in the design, Stella had no reason to trust the sub's durability. After firing several ice shots to contain the blaze, Stella immediatly went over to give her boyfriend a slap across the cheek for nearly killing everyone. "The hell were you thinking? I'm surprised I didn't blow us all up, now you!" gesturing to the line of corrosion across three missiles. Estellia was not known for her temper, making it all the more teerrifying when it actually happened.

"You're right. I wasn't." Fritz replied in defeat. In all honesty, Stella was right. By sheer luck did her acid-embued phase not react with the rocket fuel and set it off. On the plus side, that explosion had the nice effect of rendering the launch systems intert, leaving only one more threat. Unfortunatly, entering a leaking reactor without protective gear was beyond ill-advised. Hopefully, there might be a suit still intact in the cargo hold.

"Laelia, Cormac. We're coming your way."

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Cormac's bullets pinged off and around the crane, wounding the operator. Third team lead immediatly pinged the commander about what was going on as he ordered his men to put supressing fire on the cargo hatch while he went and got one of the several other people trained to use the crane.

"Seal the Hatch and guard all exits!" the Commander ordered. From the bridge, one of his men hit the switch to remotely close the cargo door while a small team of mechanics ran to plant a tripwire at each of the submarines exit hatches.