Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-26571677-20160312004942

Valka popped in, right next to Valka, followed closely by a flaming Kinaver. She was carrying in her arms military uniforms and backpacks.

"Or better yet, we can change into these uniforms and sneak in to destroy their command from the inside."

She threw a backpack to Vale, and one to Kinaver. Each one contained a set of body-armour and a Tempest Knight uniform. From the ground, she picked up an assortment of assault rifles and small-arms, throwing them at the others' feet.

Next, she picked up a radio, and activated the frequency, much to Vale's frequency, she simply held up a finger, signalling her to be quiet.

(Kzzzrtch)

"Hello? Who is this!? Identify yourself!"

Valka opened her mouth, and Kinaver fired his LMG into the air, creating a deafening sound of furious gunfire that sent ripples across the landscape.

"Hello!? Command!? This is Captain Birch! We're under heavy fire! Requesting immediate backup!"

Nearby, Kinaver let loose a fake high-pitched scream, and Valka swore loudly.

"Corporal! Shit! I need a medic!"

The radio came to life, and the gruff-sounding radio-receiver's voice came on, laced with fear.

"Confirmed! We've got your location, sending reinforcements in now! ETA Two minutes! Hold on!"

Kinaver tossed a grenade, and as soon as it exploded, Valka smashed the radio with the heel of her boot.

She looked back to them, saying in a soft and monotone voice,

"I would recommend that you get dressed quickly."

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Kinaver painted blood heavily onto his armour, smearing the brown garments a dirty Crimson. He then slung his arm around Valka, pretending to be hurt.

So far, as per his knowledge, they would wait for the transport to come, and then hijack it, replacing the Tempest Knights with their own soldiers.

But he had something important to do first.

The heavy boots crunched on the sand as he walked to the girl that Valka had been fighting. He stood in front of her, looking at her with hostile eyes.

"Stop the artillery. All you're doing is hurting the civilians."

"If you keep shelling them, the won't be anything left to save, only charred and dismembered corpses. Each of those people has someone who cares about them, just as you do. War is ugly, and it's never pretty, but what you're doing is completely pointless, and inhumane, I will not stand by while you do as you please, without further thought of the consequences."