Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20150929152628

"Who still uses Laser sights in this age?" Ingraham replied. Normally, he'd call in a CATSAI scan for enemy thermal signatures or triangulate the sound. This time, the only scanning device he needed were his eye holes. Tracking the laser sights as best he could, he started sending rockets into thier windows and positions while designating them for support fire.

"Targets confirmed." The Habakkuk APC sent a trio of incendiary mortar shells into the enemy positions. Upon hearing someone banging on the side door, the commander opened it up to find several civilians, all wounded or at least having seen better days.

"Ok, wounded and elderly first. Everyone else, hide around here. I'll come back!" he started sqeezing as many refugees as he could into the armored vehicle.

"First batch is heading back to the staging point! Spare an escort?"

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"We'll take the beowulves." Habakkuk-5 radioed in as he aimed his Type-160X, firing an extended burst of 12mm pellets to keep the creatures at bay. His teammte went in with a Type-150X, distortions appeared in the air as he aimed the microwave weapon at a Beowulf. Didn't take long for it to painfully expand and explode as the weapon superheated the water molecules within its body.

Fritz on the other hand elected to join the search for more civilians that were inside the cathedral. With a charged kick, he burst into the door, gauntlets out and cleared his section. Looked like wha was left of an old library. Torched manuscripts and smashed bookshelves littered the room. "Fritz to Hab-1. I'm clearing the third floor. Check your fire once you get up here."

"Roger that." Hab-1 responded as his men prepared to breach in and get the rest of the civilians. The four powered up thier Aegis shields while Hab-4 got ready to make them an entrance. A faint glow came off his right hand: his suit's built-in Gravity Knuckle. Using his X-Ray semblance, he confirmed at least a full squad was keeping watch at the front door.

"Breaching in 3, 2, 1." A violent slam echoed through the room as Hab-4 smashed the weakened wall and gravity jumped up to the second level to beat some thugs with his prod staff while Hab 1 thru 3 followed quickly to take care of the rest of the King's men. Cryo-thrower fire made a good impromptu smokescreen and Electrical Bolos were proving just as useful on large, minigun wielding thugs as they were on irate Ursai.