Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151127031628

(That face when your post decides to go poof and you have to rewrite the whole thing...)

Fritz switched to th twin laser's thermal sights and sure enough, the enemy had ultiple pieces of cover all in covering fields of fire. A tough fight if your only plan was the front door. He was about to set the turret to auto-fire until he got a call from Dr. Eberhardt re: the new changes to the plan: only keep the data if there's something good, otherwise delete it.

"Ingraham and I are going for a flank. See you soon." he told the passengers before activating the turret and dismounting out the side-door of the APC. He and Ingraham went down a side alley using the chaos from the twin lasers as a distraction. Red beams of light smashed against the walls and windows, leaving massive sorch marks and blasting through to mark the start of the BCU assault.

Habakkuk squad went to the wall opposite from Fritz and Ingraham. They set up breaching charges against the wall in preparation for a synchronized attack. With thier fireworks armed and ready, the team stacked up along the wall and checked thier weapons/containment tools. "In position and waiting on you." Hab-1 radioed to Akari and Fritz.

"eh, give me a sec." Stahlfritz had discovered that there was an enemy squad packing a lot of firepower, probably coming for the APC. Twelve men, all packing either an RPG or some other explosive. Could be problematic if not rectified in due time.

First two targets, cloak and vault over rubble to plunge pneumatic blades through center mass. Allow blade retraction to ensure kill, aim and fire upon third and fourth targets with built-in magnums. Allow Ingraham to jetpack overhead and slam fifth target into ground with fist. The two-hundred-odd merc turned to engage the soldiers in between while trying to pull his brass knuckle out from the previous enemy's ribcage. Concussive rocket sends targets six and seven into the side walls which buys Fritz enough time to decloak, boost forward, and deliver a one-two blade punch into target number eight.

Target nine takes aim with RPG right at Ingraham. The merc locks his exoskeleton down and lets his aura tank the shot. Resulting smoke cover combined with thermal scanning from Fritz gives him a good shot at number nine and ten. Nothing a burst from Sturmhund couldn't solve. Still covered in embers, Ingraham dashed out of the smoke and unloaded a long barrage of flechettes from his SMG while dashing from side to side to evade any more rockets from eleven and twelve. Back on thier feet, six and seven spam multiple rockets into the previous area which force Fritz and Ingraham to use thier jumpkits to evade and subsequently end up above thier enemies to deliver a little death from above. Long bursts of gunfire and the mercs land on the roof. An even better position now that they think about it.

"Sorry about that. We're on the roof, ready to start this party." Ingraham said over the comms while removing two rockets from his launcher to use as impromptu breaching charges.

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With Dr. E's blessing, Lachlan left his post to deliver some antibiotics to Jasper to hold him for now. He explained that getting some cure now would mean stopping the incubation process and blah-blah-blah, they'd have to restart th enitre production procedure. As fast as he came, the monkey faunus went back to monitoring steam valves.

Now with a bit more breathing room, Eze-0 could focus on holding the enemy back with everything he had. He focused on anti-aircraft with the twin lasers while keeping the smart mortar loaded for any targets of opportunity. They had the enemy's air support on the defensive and hell if he wasn't going to exploit the hell out of that.

Likewise, Ezekiel squad put down accurate aimed fire at the enemy snipers and heavies who had been delegated to ground support for thier allies in the skies. This put them in a nice little bind. Stay in one peice of cover and Eze-8 or 7 will put a gauss slug through that ugly mug you call a face. Try to move elsewhere and everyone else pumps you full of lead.

As a militia man's rocket tore the wings off the enemy who had been harrassing the snots out of him earlier, Eze-5 called "Great shot kid, that was one in a million!"out to him between a reload for her LMG.