Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150924193228

Just one Manticore left. As it processed the situation, it deduced that Ingraham's proximity meant that he was the largest of the multipl threats in the area and climbed up towards him with 20mm's on full-auto. Naturally, its target returned fire, slowly but surely penetrating the machine's armor and striking motors and servos within but it still kept coming. Even with a puncutred leg servo it kept up cannon fire on Ingraham while its tail laser swept towards Beige, Mauve, and Honara.

Even though his armor and aura were basically shattered by Roaring Moxie, one of the commandos still had some fight in him. He removed the dust magazine on his Type-50 and put his hand on the nozzle, attempting to detonate the dust with his aura. That is until Honara finished the job with a blade through his back.

"Gotta finish th-"she was cut off by the Manticore's laser hitting her 3-D printed shield and slicing a third of it off.

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"Engineering, respond? Anyone even there?" the Ibaalin commander said into his radio as he kept an eye on the Lemuria's power reading. Still not enough to start the engines.

"We're running out of time. At this point, I also fail to see why we still need the ship itself." the Fang commander replied as he tapped a few buttons on his comms.

"All units, seal the crew quarters and detach the weather alteration devices. Prepare them for airlift."

As he spoke, the Ibaali got a rather concerned sounding message on his end of things from one of his teams in the forward cargo hold. Over the radio he could hear them welding something shut, though he wasn't sure what kind of Grimm would be smart enough to take the crawlspaces.

"Whatever it is you're planning needs to hurry up. I think we've got Grimm trying to get into the lower hold."