Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24901923-20150113051514

(OOC: Hi all. Toasty asked me to jump in so here I am. Hope that isn't an issue)

The human mercenary was sitting in his cell, assessing the situation. He was of solid build and average stature, his strong muscles an indicator that he hadn't been in captivity for long. He waited, his brown eyes closed and the ears framed by his black hair listening to the sounds around him. He heard gunshots and men dying, then more gunfire and a door being kicked open.

"A door breach? Must be rebels.", he muttered to himself, opening his now-unlocked cell door. He called out with a hand stuck through his door, and a tall, brown-haired male came up to him. He introduced himself to the mercenary as the other prisoners were escorted from their cells.

"Nice work so far, Bergen. Name's Kieran Castellano, of the Silver Moon Clan. My weapons are in the armory, on the way to the MS hangar. if you help me get there, I'll use em to clear a path to the MS, so you can hijack a few. I'll follow after grabbing one too and blowing up the rest.", the mercenary proposed as they walked out. Bergen agreed and informed the rest of the change of plans. Kieran picked up a guard's SMG, and put the sling on his shoulder. He turned to the others, holding it at the ready.

"Let me be on point. My Aura can take the hits you can't.", Kieran suggested. He hadn't been in confinement long, so he was confident his reserves were still enough to be useful, even without a device for precise monitoring.