Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150802004806

Fritz and Stella followed one of the robed terrorists into the Vigilant-class's cargo lift. It was only 2 meters around and protected under a reinforced bulkhead. Once inside, the Order's grunts were donning radiation suits, topping off on ammo, testing out tools, etc. The cramped, metal confines made for a very loud work environment where people had to shout just to be heard.

''Ok, need an excuse. ''

While Fritz was racking his head for a way to get out of this room without drawing attention, Stella tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a tool crate she just set down. The label read: "Swanteller Tools Mk.4 Industrial Cutter. Made in Vacuo." Just the ruse they needed. Stella then notioned to what looked like some extra gear an engineer could have left before he went out for a smoke.

While Stella was changing disguises, Fritz went behind a taller crate and cloaked. He then followed his girlfriend over to where the missile storage would be.

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Meanwhile back out on the crane barge, two mechanics were struggling to get the crane functional.

"If a pair of drones could do this sort of damage, we need to get some of those!" the younger one told the older.

"We should...except that doesn't make sense." The senior mechanic examined the hydralic tank. No external damage, but insanely low pressure. He then checked the lower pipes room. Telltale damage from sword strikes. "Someone tell command. I don't think our Skeleton crew is what it seems..."