Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151118050739

"All charges recieving." Amos-1 checked the screen on her scroll. "Detonating Ibaalin Ordinance." she tapped the button on her scroll and the front end of the Lemuria was totally shredded in a mass of flames with a shockwave large enough that it could be felt in the Inua itself.

Honara and Ingraham took a moment to thank God they did not try going that way.

"We a safe distance?" she asked the pilot of the airship as she looked at the last demo charge. A prototype that had been couriered from the main institute and was sitting under aboslute lockdown in the deepest basement of Coronado. Supposedly, it was small enough to fit in your average pick-up truck yet it had the power to takedown an airship the size of the lemuria single handedly.

"5 km from the crash-site; maintaining L-O-S." the pilot responded with his hands firmly on the controls.

"Allright. Fire in the hole....3" Amos-1 slid the virtual safety off. "2....1....Detonating."

In the Lemuria's reactor room, an octagonal device with danger-orange markings all over it and filled the highest grade Gravity Dust glowed a blinding purple and emitted a dull humming bass noise that only got lower and lower. Outside, the Lemuria's wreckage began scrunching in on itself until it finally snapped into a metal sphere before violently flinging itself apart; there was no way anyone could recognize that mass of metal as an airship, let alone who it belonged to or what it was doing.

"Gravity is a harsh mistress, isn't it? Type-670X Singularity Warhead test sucessful." Amos-1 reported to Coronado, beaming with glee through her suit. Honara and Ingraham were doing the same.

"Never gets old does it?" Ingraham asked while punching in a food order for himself.

"Nope." Honara replied, doing the same.

"Kinda makes you want to break into song..."

"Ingraham..." Honara put her phone away and took a long look at the cyborg standing next to her. "you have the singing voice of one thousand sirens screaming through the bad parts of Vale at two in the morning..."