Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150804202523

Any sane man would have surrendured after seeing four of thier buddies cut down in less than a minute. Unfortunatly, being in the Order required insanity. The first goon ducked behind a crate and fired blindly to try and pin Cormac down while his buddy went to get some additional firepower.

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"Caution: 8 hostiles approaching from left." Estellia's CATSAI pinged in addition to marking it on her HUD.

"Damnit. Fritz, hurry it up while I hold 'em off!" With that, Stella ducked in between two of the missile tubes and readied her weapon. She was pretty sure there'd be no suicide bombers, but you never know.

Meanwhile, Fritz kept working away at the launch systems until his own CATSAI pinged with incoming. He dropped the cutter, readied Sturmhund and aimed it at the staircase from earlier.

A pair of flashbangs left both of them dazed and a firefight broke out in the missile storage.

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"Intruders! Lockdown all hallways! Light Flamethrowers authorized!" A voice barked over the intercom. Two more squads entered the cargo hold weilding rifle-mounted flamethrowers. Unlike thier heavier napalm spewing counterparts, the Order's Light flamethrower used gasoline. Though weaker and with less range, it also meant less collateral damage. Each squad converged on the two mercs, giving supressive fire to pin them down while another rushed in to set them ablaze.

(the crates are made of metal, so they won't catch fire. There's only a few feet between the crates though so it's very close-quarters.)