Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150403120300/@comment-26104528-20150413022631

"SDC, are there any turnouts on the route to the village? If this goes wrong, the least we could do is divert the train elsewhere."

"Laelia, leave the engine to me." Fritz switched back to corrosive grenades and left that as a going-away gift for the thugs before making a break for the engine. As he sprinted, he emptied the rest of Sturmhund's magazine into the thugs going after Ade; his cybernetic shock dampeners working as hard as they could to keep everything steady. Most of the rounds made their mark, eating away at the thug's auras and armor.

Fritz dove, boosted, rolled, everything he could do to keep the thugs from getting a bead and eventually made it to the front windshield of the train. Cloaking again, he booted up the claws on his left arm and used them to anchor himself to the top of the train. In addition to claws, Shrekfaust also had a swordbreaker blade that was equipped with a wind dust-powered pneumatic piston, strong enough to punch through an ursai's skullplate. The train's windhsield stood no chance as Fritz's right fist slammed through, peppering the Jabberwocky operator's face with shards of glass. If facial lacerations weren't enough to ruin a day, then half a dozen point-blank magnum-caliber shots from Shrekfaust's pistol mode certainly would.

With the operator defeated, Fritz unanchored himself from the top of the train and crawled in through the hole he made. His aura took some damage from the shattered glass, but nothing substantial nor comprable compared to the consequences. He grabbed the emergency brake and pulled it so hard back, it nearly bent. Nonetheless, he could see the train's speedometer dropping down.

Just one more thing to take care of...

With a moments peace, Fritz pulled out his Scroll, switched CATSAI out of Stealth mode, and set his backdoor hacks to self-delete in an hour; he wouldn't need them anymore and didn't think SDC would be happy about him leaving his mess behind. He then loaded the half-empty Explosive magazine into Sturmhund, and fired several bursts across and into anything that resembled controls, turning the whole of the cabin into inoperable piles of charred scrap.