Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171114062750

(Hopefully, this next bit is in character for Laelia...)

"Exactly!" Estellia replied, sitting next to Kurai and giving him a solid two pats on the shoulder. "And it gets even better..."

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Estellia's clearing of the hideout went a lot smoother than these usually went, in no small part from her mysterious ally. After several rooms with only a handful of cultists bunkered down as opposed to putting up a coordinated defense, the tigress found herself faced with supposedly the door to the center meeting room. Bracing her shotgun against the lock, she was about to blast it wide open only for the door to gently fall ajar.

Hmm...did I ever see Laelia pick locks...Stella wondered to herself as she kept her guard up and entered the room, dashing behind the first piece of cover she found.

Noticing an eerie lack of shooting, swordplay, and flamethowers, the Tigress carefully leaned out the side only to find out she was late to the party and everyone had gone home. Pouting, she went up to the only other person in the room; an Order Inquisitor's corpse.

Man, this guy took some hits! she thought to herself, noticing several flesh wounds across the lesser armored parts. He'd been dead for a while, but his eyes were closed as if whoever fought him still tried to leave him some diginity after death. Estellia's breath grew sharp and she tensed up: After what these fucks'll do to people, you still think they deserve respect!?

wait...hold the phone...

Relaxing, Estellia holstered her shotgun. "Classic Laelia..." she mumbled to herself as her eyes landed on a USB Drive that was very deliberatly left next to the body. It looked remarkably similar to the one she found at the blown-out restaurent a few months ago when Laelia first dissappeared.

"Classic Laelia..."

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Bison continued to pepper the airship with Assault cannon shells, his weapon setting a violent tempo as it cycled. Seeing the shield and gatling gun come up, he dropped prone transforming his weapon while he was at it.

"Ey Sig, boarding action?" Bison called to his teammate who was already combining her harpoon gun and whip and loading an electrical magazine.

"Boarding action." Sigalit replied calmly as she took aim right next to the side door of the airship, standing fast even as the bullets whizzed all round her. Bison came up from behind and took a firm grip around the woman's waist for dear life in two seconds.

"Just like Springtime in Mantle?" he smirked.

"Springtime in Mantle." she affirmed before firing off a fully-charged electrical harpoon. With a clang, it knocked out the airships shields just long enough for the two of them to rocket upwards and into the airship before the shields came back online.

"Hey Asshole, over here!" Bison called out towards the Gatling gunner as he swung his hammer in one hand for the enemy's gut while Sigalit want at the semblance users with an electrified whip, crackling with electricity and filling the cabin with that very disitnct stench.

With the enemy distracted, Geuda and the others turned thier attention towards the coyotes gunning after the BCU team. One burst of sonic ammunition after the other, the ex-Firely cut each one down while Maren focused her efforts on clearing a path through the glass pillars.

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"You're doing great bud. Just get as close as you feel safe." Honara reassured the driver as her grip on the shotguns grew white-knuckled. It had been a while since she got some real field work and given just how well-prepared the enemy was, she knew it had to be either Master's Realm or some very close associates of them. Either way, it was time for some fun.

"Yeah, that's the thing!" he cried out as he flung the wheel to the side, evading a coyote just as it was shredded to pieces by Geuda and barely avoiding a glass pillar shattered by Maren. "I DON'T FEEL SAFE. AT ALL!!"

"You hear that noise?" Honara asked as a gentle ping filled the driver's cabin of the van. "That's the sound of your combat bonus being processed. Enjoy the extra 6000 this month." she lowered the window and started climbing out the top.

"Now, get your ass out of here." her additional shotguns flipped backwards and aimed at the ground, thier barrels glowing purple with gravity dust. "Everyone, DISMOUNT!!" the rattlesnake called as both barrels and her booster kit fired, sending her rocketing towards the van. As she flew, her extra weapons ejected the miniature gravity-dust mags and exchanged them for full-size magazine of something much more suitible for mid-air combat.

"Oi, Bev! Tagging in!" she called over radio to the Jaguar as she charged up a nova with the electrical dust loaded in her other weapons. With an even louder crack, she gave the enemy a taste of thier own medicine as she left off her semblance right above one of thier engines, knocking it out along with the shield (again) and sending them careening off course. In the chaos, Beverly dashed down the side of the airship away from the flaming-chainsaw weilder. Her gravity boots keeping her firmly glued on, the jaguar sprinted down the belly, charging both her drills with acidic dust and repeatedly punching the ever-living snots out of the EMP device, each blow landing with a terrible grinding and gnashing of metal against metal.

With Flaming-Chainsaw distracted by the counter EMP and his target suddenly sprinting off, Honara took this brief opening to go at his back with not one, not two, but four dust-infused shotgun-swords. A quartet of electrified buckshot buried themselves in the mans body along with razor-sharp flash-fabbed blades slashing across him. Two of them nearly slicing his back armor off, the other two sweeping his legs right out from beneath him.

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Combat-rolling out of the van and back on thier feet, the rest of Obidiah squad made a dead-sprint for the airship, making very good use of Maren and Geuda's covering fire. For every pillar of coyote that came at them, a flurry of rockets and gunfire took them out, leaving only trace shrapnel that at most scuffed the paint.

"Mari, help me take this thing down! I want rockets and slugs, engines and cockpit!" Beverly ordered gruffly in-between drill punchs.

"Roger that! Squad, fire and manuver! Heavies and snipers, light that bitch up!" Obi-2 relayed and without a drop of hesitation, Obi 7 and 8 immediatly let loose with thier Type-70 Guass rifles on the cockpit while 5 and 6 unloaded Type-140X rocket launchers at the fuselage. These weren't your usual single-shot varients; like all weapons Flagg, if it was worth doing, it was worth overdoing. The two of them raked that aircraft with a typhoon of 20mm high-density dust rockets in the acidic and high-explosive flavors, shearing or melting off the armor.