Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160927170930

Upon landing, Rainier rolled into cover behind the remains of a navigation console and ripped it out of the floor. One hand supported the hunk of metal as an improvised shield and his other hand held the shotgun. Hearing another squad of grunts coming up the way, Rainier channeled a Kinesis rune into his "shield" hand and launched the console out of his hand, crushing the enemy before him under the mass of a twisted mass of machinery.

On the other side of the breach, one of the specialists had already led one of the spider droids into the room for a flanking manuever. Its cannons combined, glowing with dust energy and ready to bring the hurt to Rainier and Osiris.

In the blink of an eye, something had smashed the assembly into the ground, pulling the machine off of its feet and bending the barrels into a 30 degree angle. All that energy backfired into the droid and when the brilliant white light had finally died off, there was the top half of a droid, charred and burned artillery barrels, and Loretta posing coyly on top.

"Did I do that?" she blushed.

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Watching the others drop out of her cargo hold, Lucina quickly left before the Black Bear crew could bring any other point defenses online while she was vulnerable.

Her cloaked ship began making strategic strikes against the Kraken's weapons. While her instincts told her to target the dust feeds of the heavy turrets for detonation effects, she now had a crystal clear idea on who was on what ship and knew to watch it with the ordinance.

"CATSAI, load forward lasers with wind dust, tail lasers with gravity." with a confirmation from her AI, Lucina fired upon the turret connection points. The high penetrative-power of the wind lasers sliced clean through and her gravity-charged lasers pushed them off the ship.

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"A-Are you insane?! Do you have any idea how much those prototypes were worth?!" a furious Mistralin officer shouted into Rasch's phone, his voice nearly cracking at the thought of the Krakens having been reduced to smoldering wreckage.

"Do you have any idea how much our prototypes are worth? The fact is, what we work on here in Mojave is arguably worth far more than those three vessels combined, and don't we also share technology with you and the rest of the world? I'm simply looking out for our  mutual property..." Rasch replied, after his faunus ears stopped ringing.

"Still, your mercenaries were on those ships when they were destroyed. The evidence is there, clear as day. I thought you and your kind were 'professionals' What I'm seeing, is the most ameturish work, in years." the officer replied, rage still seething through the phone.

"I agree-" Rasch briefly dipped out as his encryption patterns reconfigured "-with what you say and will personally have a word with the agents involved, but screaming and table-pounding won't bring your ships back and is just as, if not even more, 'ameturish'." (More like childish.)

With only heavy-ish breathing coming from the other side of the phone, Rasch came up with yet another idea upon seeing a very large salvage airship docked in Mojave's skyport. "Let me make it up to you...I'm looking at a junker parked across from where I am. See where I'm going?"