Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150818182355

This is it.

Myra let the glass hit her like a ton of razor sharp bricks before falling backwards into the water. To the unexperienced, it looked like she was down for the count. Too bad at this point in time, Myra was becoming a real expert at faking her death. Underneath all that armor was an Atlesian air bladder: meant to replace bulky scuba tanks with a smaller, more concealable package. As she sunk, she revealed one final card up her sleeve.

BOOM!!

A series of demo charges went off below the gunboat's starboard waterline. After violently flinging everyone to one side, it started sinking fast.

"Matriarch. I've had to blow the boat. Forgive me..."

"The warheads have almost arrived; you have done well enough. Now come, we are not done yet." Matriarch Creatore hung up as she turned to the window of the old shipyard's office. She could just barely see the boats contasting against the moon's reflection.

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"Ya just had to say somethin..." Stella griped with a look of annoyance on her face. "Hey Fritz, it's just like that movie..."

"Last I checked, that movie you're talking about didn't end with a shootout and I think the boat was a lot bigger." Fritz responded as he stared angrily into the distance. Now what the hell were they going to do, and what the hell were they going to tell Major Esko...

"Transmissions intercepted:-ake your way to these coordinates." a voice. A very familiar voice to Fritz and Stella.

"Is that Matriarch Creatore!?" Estellia asked in shock. Rarely did someone as high ranking as a Matriarch ever directly talk to somebody. Now of course, it could be run through a proxy for safety reasons. On the other hand, the Order's genre-saavy only went so far and at the very least they could stil stop the Order.

"Major Esko. Is it realistic to ask for a flight out of here? I found this." Fritz relayed the intercepted transmissions to the navy outpost.

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It was official. That was indeed the voice of Matriarch Chione Creatore. Wanted terrorist accross the four kingdoms, death penalty in twelve jursidcitions, cheated, lied, bribed, and rioted her way out of prison repeatedly. All in all, not a very good person.

"Finished scans. Doesn't look like they're running any proxies." a soldier reported. With military grade hardware, even the most secure of proxies could be spotted. Esko paced around. He wasn't sure blowing an armed bullhead and marine squad on odd intel from some merc from Menagerie was a good idea. On the other hand, any opportunity to take down a Matriarch would be a critical blow to the Order. At the very least, there was still a chance to get those nukes out of the fanatic's Grimm worshipping mitts.

"Stahlfritz. I've got a bullhead with some jarheads on its way. This is our last chance to nail these SOBs so don't %#! this up!"