Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-26571677-20160413103103

"Ha."

Valka laughed dryly and sarcastically, with no actual amusement present in her voice. Vale was starting to seriously tick her off, and she didn't like that. Not. At. All.

She especially didn't like it when the APC swerved, knocking the people in the back around, before stopping to a halt, upon which the momentum that had been gathered almost sent her flying.

"What the hell is going on!?"

She snarled, before her answer was given, in the plinking and clanking of bullets colliding and ricocheting off the back of the APC.

Again, Valka was left wondering why the Tempest Knights were firing at their own vehicles, after all, they wouldn't just kill off their own soldiers, would they? It just didn't make sense!

She grabbed the headset that hung around her shoulders, and tuned into their frequency, before putting on a mask of frantic panic, and telling the soldiers to stop shooting at friendlies.

For his part, Kinaver also created background noises of crying and sobbing, to make it seem more real. As if actual, terrified, and traumatised soldiers were contained in the APC, instead of four, highly trained killers.

After all, it was an infiltration mission, his pride would have to take a back seat.

Kinaver looked at the pumpkin-head, and signalled subtly for him to also begin yelling in terror, it would be more authentic if there was another voice of command telling the others to calm down, besides Vaka, who was still relaying their non-aggressiveness to the Tempest Knights who were shooting at them.