Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150821041809

"Oi, Bishop! Get over here, yer on point remember!?" the captain shouted to the sketchy soldier who haphazardly rushed over.

As a common tradition with his particular detachment of the Valien Marine Corps, the captain hit a switch that seemed to be soldered into the main door release. "Let's move gentlemen!"

*sick guitar riffs, followed by "Dead bull with the life from the low! I’ll be massive conquistador! Give me soul and show me the door! "*

CATSAI already had the marines logged in as friendlies, identifying the captain as Cpt.Elbio Ripley.

A marine with the tag "Vasquez" followed right after the one called Bishop. Peering through the scope on her DMR, crates marked with the radiation symbol just slipped into a secure bunker, likely used to store ammo when this shipyard was still in operation.

"Precious Cargo's going into that bunker." she reported back.

"Then that's where we're going. You and Drake stay and snipe, catch up ASAP." Cpt. Ripley ordered his men to cut through the forest for stealth.

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Estellia's HUD glowed a faint red. A sign that they were about to enter a target-rich environment. Her trigger fingers itched and as soon as the marines were clear, she'd phased into a watchtower and beaten the guard in there into a bloody pulp. Using the carnage as a handy distraction, Fritz hit the cloak and put himself in above a ruined cargo office; the perfect place to flank the enemy. Sturmhund's cryogenic rounds followed by Shrekfaust's concussive shots made for one hell of a combo. Order ice scultures shattered apart one after the other while the few survivors dove into cover behind equipment and crates.

"First come, first serve out here!"