Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24901923-20150117013204

Kieran regarded the last addition to the ragtag squad as he voiced his question.

"That's the idea.", the mercenary responded, starting off. The others followed at Bergen's signal, their second group bringing up the rear. They moved in the direction of the armory, picking off the occasional pirate on the way. Keiran was getting increasingly nervous from the sloppy response they'd seen so far, but he shoved the feelings aside as their first target was in sight. He charged it's guards, using his Semblance of Will-o-Wisp to throw an hollow ball of light with a perfect pitcher's toss. It detonated on it's victim's chest like a flash-bang grenade, making them easy prey for his SMG. He shot the door's lock from a distance, kicked it open with a back kick, and tossed in another Semblance-generated flash-bang before entering and clearing the entry of stunned pirates. He grabbed a fresh magazine from the dead, shouted "Clear!", and continued on. Strangely, there were no further guards. He turned to Bergen, who had been following him the closest.

"Resistance has been too light. Something's got to be up. Grab and go, stay alert.", the mercenary said. Concurring, Bergen relayed his advice as the Clansman searched the weapons lockers. He was given a pleasant shock to see his gear in the first one he opened. In under a minute, Keiran donned his helmet, armored motorcycle chaps, and tactical jacket, sans backpack. His weapons, the buckler-gauntlets and assault shotgun Bianca II and Lupera II, hadn't even been unloaded since his capture. Sloppy. The mercenary moved outside to relieve the thoughtful freedom fighter who had taken watch, and continually scanned the area for threats as the others armed themselves, keeping Lupera's left, slug-filled tube selected for distance shooting.