Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150805220319

(Nawh, you're fine. The more you know.)

The best thing about aura: sometimes, that split second it gives you is enough to save your ass. In that split second, Stella tapped into her ice magazine and charged once more. Fortunatly, these were only 2~3 meter charges; minor drain on her stamina. That pyro and his buddies didn't stand a chance.

As she was about to charge through the door and into the reactor, her comms lits up.

"Stella, get over here and help!"

Order goons finally broke into the missile room and they were pissed. At this point, they had figured out another way to get their warheads out of the sub; collateral was no longer a problem and the flames rose. Fritz lobbed an acid grenade to clear the area as he backpedaled away from the pyros.

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In the control room, the commander watched through fuzzy monitors the mercs doing a number on his men. He wasn't at all moved though. His men were doing their duty for Remnant; they were recieving their rewards.

His communicator pinged. The third team was now here with Plasma torches and yet another barge with a "borrowed" mobile crane temprarily welded to the top. Earlier, the Order did not dare use a tool like out of fear of damaging the warheads, but they were getting desperate. This could be the perfect way to avenge all those Grimm that had perished to Beacon's students.

(Missiles and Reactor are in the stern. Control room is underneath the conning tower. The cargo hold is in between the two. Layout of this sub is loosely based on this . From my understanding, the pictures go from stern to bow.)