Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20170116054242/@comment-25924729-20170118031522

''A treasure hunt! ''Jett had heard many rumours about the marsh, it's unique landscape, grim history as a warzone, and of course the cool treasure. She craved adventure, and with enough pleading, teasing and argument, finally convinced her sister/boss to fund this "expedition", or perhaps Emily just wanted Jett to leave her alone for a few days.

Which now found the cyborg zooming across the frozen Atlesian landscape on a sleek blue snowmobile, blond hair whipping in the wind and a broad smile on her face. She could see the outpost just ahead. Jett gunned the engine harder, eager to arrive soon and begin her adventure!

She never knew what exactly caused the crash, perhaps some wreckage under the snow, or she simply strained the machine too hard? The snowmobile bucked violently, sending it's rider flying before flipping over several times, and finally crashing into a thick snowdrift where it stopped, engine whining to a halt.

Many minutes later, the cyborg popped her head out of a thick snowbank where she landed, dusted snow off her head and looked up. Ah shit, Emy's gonna kill me for this... Her busted snowmobile was now one of the hundreds of dead machines littering the marsh. With a small sigh, Jett turned around...

...and found herself staring down the barrel of a large rifle. The man wielding it was dressed in an Atlesian military uniform, his expression hidden by military snow goggles and a mask. Just a short distance from the outpost. Smiling sheepishly, Jett addressed the man. "Hehe... sorry bout' that, you must be one of the batallion's guards?