Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160524045351

"Father, we have a situation." Nacoma had returned to where her father was, tapping him on the shoulder. "Stealth Squadron D-3 is nearly compromised. They've sent spider droids into their location, and they may near one of them soon. What are your orders?" Rowtag sighed, thinking for a second.

"Get them out of there. We have the information, that's all we need."

Nacoma nodded, about to relay a three pip message to the operatives inside.

"Hold on," said one of the other Pilgrims, as the other three arrived back to where Nacoma and Rowtag were, "Sir, we just got new information. Our squadron will have support soon in there, they just need to wait a little longer." With this new information, Rowtag turned on his heel rapidly.

"Keep them there then," he told Nacoma, "Tell them to take care of any current opposition and then work their way up to the roof, disabling as many sentries as possible." Nacoma immediately relayed that new info.

One of the bots was slowly inching towards the position of the shotgun Pilgrim, its little feet causing a click-clack on the floor. Closer it got, closer...The moment it got into range, right before it was about to beep, it shorted out and died. The Pilgrim put away his jammer. In the other rooms, the other robots also lost power, having lost their tracking and therefore their purpose. The leader, with her silenced assault rifle, let out a breath.

Thank the Father for the R&D department. Thanks to their previous supposed alliance with the BOB, the Pilgrims had discovered ways to temporariliy deactivate their drones. With emphasis on temporarily.

Outside the door, the man with the assault rifle was worried. By now, there should have been an explosion or an all-clear from the bots. Signalling to the technician to stay put, he moved around the door, aiming his assault rifle inside. It was extremely dark, and he could barely see in front of him. Hearing a noise, he swiveled into a room, ready to fire-

CLONK

Down went the guard, hit straight in the forehead with the butt of a shotgun. The technician, hearing the noise, went inside, only to be immediately placed in a chokehold and knocked out by the third Pilgrim, who had moved closer. Taking the two unconscious bodies, the Pilgrims lay them in one of the rooms, and put the small bots by the door, closing it.

"Alright, next floor." The leader said. Heading to the window, they opened it up, keeping their cloaking tech on, and climbed out and up, continuing their job.