Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-5426254-20151005004737

You don't mind if I up the stakes, don't you? -GL -- As Aegle and Bertha were busy holding off Seager's attacks and preparing a counterattack, they had heard Dirtnap issue orders to Seager's earpiece to retrieve Object 23176 in the crew quarters.

After they recovered from a wall-induced concussion, Aegle spoke in the earpiece.

"We've got news, boss."

"They're also here for Object 23176 in the crew quarters," Bertha finished.

"What about him?"

"Last I saw him, he seemed to be heading upwards. Probably to get in the middle of the ruckus above ... " -- Alicia was awestruck at how the enemy leader made a mech suit by pounding the ground and reformatting the metal around him.

"This ... is ... awesome," she continued to narrate as she decided on what to do next.

Since the mech pilot was distracted by several members, Alicia decided to be a little more direct in her approach. She would opt for a barrage of rounds striking various places of the mech: some on the joints, some centre mass, and the remainder on the arm cannon. But mostly on the joints.

It appeared the rounds made their mark, though there was still a long way to go... -- "I see."

''Shit! Why didn't we see this coming!?''

Lorelei began to feel frustrated at how they overlooked the object. She believed that their enemies had a chance of stopping the explosives and therefore find the important object.

''Well, at least it looks like our partner just can't help but be stubborn. Still, I gotta at least thank him for swatting these insects away from me.''

"Aegle, Bertha, I need you to head to the crew quarters. You'll have backup with you," Lorelei instructed as she glanced at two mooks, who scrambled to said location.

''Tch... I'm not letting anything go to waste. Keep your giant suit running, big boy, I'll need every moment of it,'' Lorelei thought as the group made a path to an extraction point, not noticing a big black shadow nearby ... -- Meanwhile, in the stormy skies, several Bullheads were on their way to the Borealis.

"Man... to think that Lieutenant Stanford was on this mission. First she had to be there, and then she radios in for an exfil ... they must have some serious trouble or they're that good at getting the job done," one grunt mused as he loaded up a customized assault rifle.

"You think something happened to the other guy? We haven't heard from 'im for a while now," another remarked as he smoked a cigar.

"Whatever happens out there, Stanford better be in one piece and deliver on her promise to bring in at least a few crates of the stuff," the extraction team deputy said as she checked her weapons.

Then a hologram detailing the schematics of the Borealis lit up as the extraction team leader piped in.

"Alright team. This is Blackbird 1. Our objective is to extract any surviving members from the Borealis, and whatever cargo is on hand at the LZ, according to Lieutenant Stanford. Blackbirds 2 and 3 will assist us in the extraction process. Blackbirds 4, 5 and 6 will provide covering fire."

"Sir? What about the giant mech? Is he one of ours? Do we shoot him?"

"We'll contact his IFF. If he doesn't respond or shoots at us, we shoot him. Otherwise, we shoot with him. Make sure that we don't stay there for too long. Don't want to be on bingo fuel, or lose the cargo. Make sure that the crates are loaded quickly and safely. We don't want any more casualties, or the top brass down our throats, do we?"

"NO SIR!"

"Good," the mustachioed leader muttered as he impatiently stared at the window of the Bullhead, waiting for their mission to start...