Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-29264888-20170624062119

Just as Noire peered over the area, the group who went along with them earlier came into view, moving through a nearby, semi-beaten down path. They were unit with a total number of eight, with only two of them wearing light padded clothing as the rest were heavily plated from head to toe. Out of the two lightly armored personnel was a man with a cross shaped emblem on the shoulder of his clothing, easily being recognized as the medic; The second one was female, equipped with a mechanical-like backpack of sorts to reveal her technical role. As for the rest, they seemed to be simply soldiers, with the one in the front being easily identified as their captain from the different color scheme from the rest of their group.

While they moved through the forest, the captain suddenly grunted loud in frustration. "Where the fuck are these god damned machines anyway?" He complained, "We haven't seen one yet for the past hour!"

The armored soldier beside him gave a smug look through his visor as he followed up on the conversation, 'The beautiful lady during the briefing did say that the search area was big, and we really didn't go through the whole place yet."

"Even then," The female technician began to add, "We did already search the most likely areas. So it's either there's something wrong, or we haven't looked thoroughly enough."

"Whatever it is," The captain angrily spoke, "I want to crack some skulls. Don't care if machine or human, I'm itching for a fight."