Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-5999656-20160723001511

As soon as the explosion sounded out, shaking the earth as it boomed underneath their feet, the generals gave another signal and the disruptors were shut off. No need to cripple themselves when the enemy's radar had been blown to bits.

A pity some of the infantry rushed ahead - as uneducated street thugs, it seemed their immediate compulsion was to rush forward when it seemed the coast was clear. But it was a natural loss. Survival of the fittest, after all. As for the assassins... they were of much higher caliber, being regularly sent into dangerous zones to eliminate often well-protected targets. Either they had found a way to survive or they'd been finished off for the same reason the foolish thugs had: because they weren't strong enough to call themselves real mercenaries. Meanwhile, though, the entire base was turned to rubble, allowing the planes to return with their heat-seeking radar. Since it looked like most of the fleeing Patched soldiers were on foot, it gave the planes the luxury of firing at will at the stragglers until the rest of the army on the ground got there with the machine guns and armored vehicles. Only then would the real massacre ensue.

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None of this was remotely near Zanipher, of course. She was starting to think it was about time to pack up and head home for the weekend. There had been talk during the last meeting of sending scouts into Vacuo to assess the probability of expansion there. So far, the coast looked more or less clear and ready for the taking.

I suppose that's going to be all for today, then?