Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141106174023/@comment-7489529-20141201021132

Halvard's eyes widened as the new arrival on the battlefield made short work of the Mobile Suit that he and Arcturus could barely keep up with. Watching the mobile suit be carried up and away by a small squad of four other mobile suits, Halvard was suprised by a final message. As the comm turned off, Halvard realized something.

"Wait... I remember that voice... Albastru?"

"Everybody Ok?"

Merel's voice issued through the comms in his helmet.

"This is Halvard. I'm fine, but the suit is gonna need some patching up."

Sheathing the Railsplitters, Halvard sighed as he grasped the controls. The Jagged Creighton trudged back to the battered compound, sparks and smoke issuing from a few spots. Looking around, he saw that many of the SMC pilots had not been so lucky.

"Must be hard, being in a clan..."