Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150625055612

(Funny, I was thinking the same thing.  Also, it's pronounced a "Shuff" bag.  Bonus points for understanding the acronym.)

Azulius sat up, trying to piece together what had just happened. No more bullets coming his way, the city alarms started going off, a voice that sounded familiar, and now what looked like a green ketchup packet being thrown at him from the direction of the invisible man. Then silence.

''Am I dead? Is this some kind of hallucination because that guy shot me when I was down? Let's start from the top. What is this stuff? Viton. So that guy was an Eliminator, or at least got ahold of some of their gear. It sounds like he left once we heard that crazy announcer. They said something about fortresses of defiance?''

The tumbler in Azzie's mind clicked as he connected the dots. The Order of the Black Dawn. The same group that he helped stop in a village outside of Vale. The only group he knew of that the Eliminators maintained a standing order of "supermurder on sight." So the Order was attacking the city, his foe had gallantly charged off to stop them, and while Azzie would have loved to help, he had just taken the beating of his life, and was having trouble thinking straight, much less fighting, and--

"Zulie!" a female voice shouted out with concern.

"Vio?" he responded, trying to believe his ears. But there she was, Violet Cardamom, caparegime of Vale, his sister, running towards him, an RPG slung across her back. So that noise in the background must be the branch Bullhead

"So this is why you called me over here," she stared at the busted cars, destroyed sprinkers, bullet casings, and other debris of battle. "And I thought you looked like hell."

"I love you too, sis.  What's going on out there?"

"Well, I was minding my own business when you called me, so I gathered some hardware and your SHF bag from the branch office to come see what was going on.  But just as I touched down, apparently the Order of the Black Dawn is attacking the city.  Look at what they've got rolling through the streets." She showed him a picture she took of the flaming hellbeast as she flew by.

"Lovely.  Today just can't get any better. can it?" Azulius rolled his eyes.

"It gets better.  I need you to stop that thing." Violet smiled wickedly.

Her younger brother didn't say anything in response, but his glare spoke volumes, most of which would be unrepeatable in mixed company.

"I have to take care of family matters," she explained, putting up her hands in defense. "Stuff like this is why people pay us protection money, and that money-back guarantee is not coming out of my salary."

She sauntered towards the roof of the garage, the fringe of her dress swaying in time with her steps. "And besides," she called over her shoulder, "if you want to track down your invisible friend, he's probably heading towards that truck also.  Third Path of Attack him, and see what happens!  And be careful out there!" And just as quickly as she appeared, she was in the Bullhead and gone.

''Which god did I anger to keep falling into situations like this? Either way, let's see what's in the box... Is this the family's combat suit?,''  He almost shouted. ''Did they roll out a new version of the suit while I was gone and now it's here? Well, let's try it out.''

Meanwhile, Violet's Bullhead had found the charging tanker truck.

"Dijon, take us lower!  I've only got one shot at this!" Violet shouted, opening both doors to the Bullhead to better take the backblast.

The pair dropped to about one hundred feet above street level a few football fields ahead of the tanker, the pilot keeping steady through years of experience in extractions and heists gone bad. When the distance was right, Violet fired towards the engine block, hoping her rocket-propelled shaped charge could do enough damage to the beast to stop the thing, if not slow it down.