Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151027022530

With his HUD no longer flashing red from depleted aura, Ingraham let the militia have thier vengeance with swiss-cheesing the jeeps.

"WAAAIIIT!! hold fire!" Ingraham called to the militia as he ran up and ripped the autocannon turret from one of them. It took a second for his exo-skeleton to re-adjust for the wieght and he had to put a little aura-boost into it, but now he had a whole squad's worth of firepower for the remainder of the assault.

The autocannon's slow but steady fire forced the King's men all the way into the vault where with nowhere else to go, they tossed thier mostly mpty weapons aside for various blunt and bladed implements and enacted a final charge.

First thing Ingraham did, toss the half-empty turret at the first group as a distraction/crush attack while he fired away with whatever was left in his flechette SMG. Two rockets at the thugs on the far end and as the first group recovered, he gave abrass knuckel to the back of thier heads while letting the militia take care of the rest.

"Ok, I have a plan to get into the vault and it involves my semblance. II'll need cover fire though, so bar when you're ready." he set the autocannon up so the militia could use it to defend.

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Seeing the last of the vehicles swing around to the back, Eze-8 leaned out and put the last round in his guass rifle's mag into the engine block before he went back in to rest. He gave eze-7 a thumbs-up while grasping his gut. At this point, the roadrunner was held together by damaged biosuit; good thing it was a damn good biosuit.

Up top, Fritz kept up the acidic fire all over the jeep's armor and wheels. As one got a little too close for comfort, he jetpacked aboard and scissored the gunner's neck. As the passenger leaned out with a machine pistol, all fritz did was pull out an acid grenade from his fabricator, drop it in, and jetpack off while giving them a playful salute.

Eze-0 put up a steam shell from his mortar to cover the trucks as they made thier escape before he himself pulled back. while the commander kept eyes on the vehicle's weapon station, the driver got out with an armful of battlefield viton packages, emblazoned with a green cross and the Institute's logo, and waved.

"Got meds for ya!" he called and started lobbing them into the trucks. BCU operators and other users of the product often joked that it was "the green ketchup of life" for its consistency, packaging, and sometimes taste.