Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25924729-20160105090922

"Perhaps some explanations would help persuade you, Miss Memories" Barnes prepared to leave, gesturing for the mercenary to follow him. As they wandered the casino hallways, he kept talking.

"I have spared no expense in establishing security for my new Club, including some favours from allies in Narreau Technologies . But a few robots cannot compensate for raw human instinct and skill, don't you agree?" as if to emphasize, a squad of Atlesian Knights marched past the pair, soulless, emotionless. Barnes looked on proudly before resuming his speech.

"An associate of mine recently uncovered a plot against me and my business. Unfortunately, led by someone i once considered my best agent. She believes they will attempt to assassinate me in my own home very soon, which is why i have taken all these precaut-"

An siren blared from a wall mounted speaker, interrupting his spiel. Barnes rushed to a nearby monitor and smiled. "Speak of the Devil, your job's started already." One screen displayed a number of armed figures standing in the snow covered street outside, led by one in a blue jacket.

"Head downstairs to the casino, my associate will meet you there." he instructed. Once Alice left, he gave the orders "All units mobilize, human and droids alike. I want them DEAD!"

Zhu-li shivered slightly. The weather today was good by Atlas standards, but far from toasty, and considering she'd gotten used to the warmer climates of Vale. Tradition wasn't the only reason the Atlas native wore her thick jacket at all times.

But the weather had nothing to do with the cold chill running up her spine.

'BARNES' LUXURY CLUB'. the ugly neon sign was a stark contrast to the elegant building behind it. The blinking letters brought back hundreds of painful memories, and the former slave closed her eyes with a deep sigh.

There was an old saying among the Funhouse kids. ''"Spend each day fighting to live, and each night praying to die." ''

Her innocence had been destroyed in this unholy place. Part of her soul left behind in the arena. Wherever she ran, the Funhouse would always be a part of her. She couldn't change the past, but she could confront it. Those kids should never have to face terror like her...

...I'm home...

She stepped up to the doorway...

...and got shot in the belly again.

Aura deflected most of the damage, but Zhu-li was sent flying backwards by the sniper round, rolling to a stop in the snow several meters back. She struggled to her feet, coughing loudly and gaping in awe at the hole punched in the mahagony doors.

Clink.

Burning Bright released a spent shell, clattering to the ground with a melodious ring.

Noting footsteps behind her, the sniper turned to see a woman with flowing white hair and a porcelain mask. "You must be the new mercenary Donovan-san hired?"

Upon confirmation, Tigris stood up from her prone position. "Do what you shall with the others, but i claim the traitor's life." she stepped through the ruined doors, switching her weapon to spear form and making straight for the downed Zhu-li.

More attackers poured from the building and alleyways surrounding it, human and robot alike.

A trio of CRACK Troopers marched towards Ravelyn and Cyzarine, bringing their shotguns to bear on their two targets. Elsewhere, a half dozen CRANKs surrounded Akiba and Tendon, entering various combat stances and preparing to engage in hand-to-hand battle. From rooftops nearby, spiderlike STARK Troopers trained their guns on Sandi and Amilanthior, unleashing a hail of fire on the street below.

A mixture of henchmen and regular AK-130's swarmed the rest of the team.