Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160309013114

Hound 43 grunted as his Aura and suit's protective features' durability degrade fast. He can feel the electric current slowly reaching his skin and harpoons binding him in place, which made him growl angrily

If he can't move, all he have to do is to make them move for him.

Mustering his will and raw strength, the Hound grabbed the harpoon's chord with his right hand. He clenched it tightly, his teeth gritting as his helmet's visor warned him of his low Aura level. But it doesn't matter. If he couldn't kill his target, he should've at least kill the others. To them, dying without a single contribution to their mistresses is a grievous sin and a nightmare. He doesn't want to disappoint them.

With all these things in his mind, Hound 43 managed to forcefully get his left hand grab the chord and pulled one of the BCU operators hard to him before his chainsaws went for the enemy's neck. - When the one of the spies within the VPD informed the others of heavily armed reinforcements, a green container truck turned left to another the street, deviating from two similar vehicles, blue and red in color, that continued driving ahead.

Minutes later, the truck parked on the side of the road. The top of its container opened, paving way for thirty Runners to get on top of the roofs using launch pads. Upon landing, the slender, black and green robots immediately ran to the other side and formed a straight line. They stalked the incoming vehicles speeding on the road, crouching to act as tripod for the rocket mounted on their back while their eyes act as aiming mechanism.

PREPARATIONS COMPLETE

TARGETS LOCKED ON

FIRING IN 5.....4.....3.....

The reinforcements' vehicles are nearing Droppers' designated firing radius. The metal clasps holding the rockets in place began opening up.

2.....1

In an instant, rockets rained down to the right side of the vehicles. Some were hit directly while others were only hit on the side. After the deed is done, they jumped off the roof, ignoring the bystanders (luckily unharmed) as they readied their dual swords to battle Lyndsey and the others.

The remaining two trucks sped faster towards the scene, ramming various vehicles as they headed straight to where the Inuas are with the three remaining APCs as escorts, attacking the Flagg units as doing so. When their container opened, 10 “Droppers” in total jumped towards the Inuas. --- “We'll need to find and take out their command center with more forces. An operation this big will require them to use one.” Ardon said after listening to Nacoma's update while looking at Rowtag. “It shouldn't be too far away from here. That's where the androids receive orders and rely for updates of their IFF system. Without it, they'll switch to their defensive mode: kill whoever lifts a weapon at them and interrupts their signal. Hacking them, however, wouldn't be a problem anymore.”

The BOB's life blood is information, its body is military personnel, and its armor- a mere covering- is technology. Strike their weakest first.

“You need to evacute, Sir Casper.” he turned his attention to the young man.

“What?! But-”

“Your dominant arm is injured.” Ardon interrupted, still maintaining his soft voice. “And you haven't rested properly. Please, do this for the Battalion and your family. We cannot afford to lose more people.”

Before Casper could respond, a damaged Dropper broke through the window glass with its insides, actually filled with beeping bombs.

“Get down!” --

“What's the progress?”

“75% before completion, sir.”

A man sighed in relief. “Finally, they've made some progress today.”

“They never fail to amuse me.” Another man said, chuckling. “Ah right, what will happen after that assault again?”

“Who knows? They have their own ways. We have ours. But the outcome shall be the same regardless of who is chosen to execute the plan.”

The black figure coolly sipped the contents of the white porcelain cup.

“I'm going to miss that puppet though.”