Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160603162347

(I had an entire thing typed out, deleted it when I found out it wasn't my turn, and forgot to save it. Kill me now.)

As the little bot click-clacked across the room, it was getting close to one of the Pilgrims in the shadows. Although his stealth tech made him invisible to heat signatures and visual confirmation, he could still be detected by motion sensors. Closer....closer.....

BZZZZT!

The drone, and the other three in the room, suddenly sputtered and died. The Pilgrim holding the shotgun, who had almost been detected by the bot, put away his signal jammer. It was a special gift from the R&D team, from beforehand. Since the Pilgrims and the original B.O.B were technically in a sort of alliance, they had shared some tech schematics between them. What they didn't share, like the spider bots, the R&D team's hackers discovered and learned how to counter. Which is why the small bots were now temporarily disabled.

The man outside the floor, holding the assault rifle, waited for a boom. That should have been the case with these bots. Hearing nothing, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in. Quickly motioning for the technician to stay put, he opened the door, going inside and closing it behind him. Scanning the floor, he could detect nothing, but he swore there was some noise.....

There was a loud thump, as one of the Pilgrims, the one holding their own assault rifle, came up from a separate room and thunked the guard on the side of the head, knocking him out. A grunt preceded his fall, which the 3rd Pilgrims stopped, dragging him into the dark corner. The technician outside, curious at the noise, opened the door, only to be dragged inside and held in a chokehold, struggling against his assailant until he finally passed out. The Pilgrims dragged their bodies next to the disabled turret and placed the drones on the other end of the floor.

"What now?" one of the Pilgrims asked, "We can't possibly go up the entire building. Too many hostiles, and they might know our tech." The leader nodded, checking their scroll.

"We're continuing the mission," she said, also relaying that to Nacoma, "Got a message from the Governor. The other factions are sending troops to assist. We should get some more sentries down to help them, apparently they're just outside." The others nodded, kept their stealth cloaks on, and proceeded to exit the room and move up the stairs to the next sentry gun. The spider bots inside the room they were in should re-activate shortly.

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"We should be there," Nacoma said angrily, pacing around, "We can't just let three of our people go at this alone. I should be helping them."

"Maybe so, my daughter," Rowtag said, "But it is not your decision to make. I have the utmost faith in our Minutemen, just like you. They will be fine. They know when to leave." Nacoma stood for a second, then sighed.

"We should at least be there on the outside," she muttered, "Helping the assault." Rowtag patted his daughter's shoulder.

"Which is exactly what you will do," he said, nodding to the other Pilgrims there, "You have the coordinates. We need a Pilgrim there. Help your brothers and sisters." Nacoma looked into Rowtag's eyes, then nodded. Pulling up her facemask and her hood, she checked the coordinates, then quickly ran across the street, parkouring up to the rooftop, before running towards the building.

She hoped she wouldn't be too late.