Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150807195148

(Ah well, let's get this back on track.)

Fritz and Stella burst into the cargo hold. Most of the hostiles had been dealt with thanks to Cormac and Laelia, leaveing the two plenty of time to find those radiation suits. The tiger faunus rummaged through the crates, slicing the locks off with her weapon. Meanwhile, Fritz finally found a terminal on the sub that wasn't too damaged to use and linked in. This sub's security protocols were ancient; tapping in, easy as pie.

"Lotta comms coming from the control room. Cut off the head, beast is dead." he reported.

"We'll have to divide and conquer. Not enough time to move as one." Stella replied as she finally found some suits and slipped one on. It was bulky, it was constraining, but it was better than getting radiation sickness in the field.

"Right. Cormac, think you and Laelia can handle the bridge? Where is she?"

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"Keep working. I'll handle this..."

A well-placed shotgun slug from somebody struck one of the pistons on the cargo hatch and it dropped shut, locking Laelia out of the sub. The mysterious shooter stepped out from the second tugboat and loaded her weapon with electrified birdshot, purpose made for challenging Eliminators and other heathens who used high-tech weponry, before firing at at Laelia.