Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-26104528-20160628063727

"Copy. This is Eze-4. I'm on the way." The Mountain Lion Faunus pulled over in a dark-red 4-door where Eze-7 and 8 followed with him. As the team marksmen, any vantage point was good. The gravity-dust in thier boots activated and they ran up the side of the building.

Three large figures appeared over the side of the billboard. Two of them sported enourmous Type-70 Gauss Rifles that blasted enourmous holes through the side of the construction site.

"Rylan, shields on!" Quidel, the smallest of the three called to his partner as he did a split to evade the return fire. His suit sported a number 8 on the side of the helmet, signifying his callsign. Clicking the switch on the bottom of his weapon's grip, the rifle's barrel slid backwards while a quartet of panels folded forward. Electricity arced between them and a pale blue laser emanated from the center of the weapon.

"Copy!" Rylan replied. The largest out of them, he booted up the flash-fab riot shield and crouched down in front of the wounded pilgrim. His sheild was held at an angle to deflect shots while still allowing him to countersnipe effectivly.

A steady rhythm of railgun fire mixed with a Tesla blast protected Eze-4 as he worked. Borrowing the fallen one's knife, he cut parts of the uniform off and spread Viton over the wounds. Removal of foreign objects would have to wait.

"Everything'll feel kinda bouncy, but you'll need to keep still."

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Just as Habakkuk squad was about to deploy from thier vehicles, a stray rocket struck the road in front of the Prius that Hab-1 had commandeered. Flames and shards of asphalt flew everywhere, tearing through the windshield, on of them striking Hab-8 square in the forehead. The car was totaled and if it weren't for the protective suits of everyone inside, Habakkuk squad would be short quite a few members.

"Aw shit, everyone still alive?! Holler if you're dead!" Hab-1 called as he reached for his rifle and dusted off the sides of it. Fighting through the shellshock, the Bear faunus pulled himself up and brought up his shield to defend against any more incoming rockets.

"C'mon sis, naptime's later!" Hab-7 barked at her sister while dragging her into cover while her armor's internal systems did everything they could to get her head back in the game. Woozy, the beagle faunus finally came to.

"Boss, you're not gonna believe what CAT's sayin' about these bots." Hab-5 said over the comms. "Chobham armor, non-newtonian padding, they went all out." The lion faunus had to admit; BOB had some serious tech that rivaled thier own.

"Properly built or not, that thing's gotta go. Girls, hit 'em with the Tesla! Haider, bake the sensors! Everyone else, covering fire!"

In perfect synch from years of each other's company, Hab-7 and 8 blasted the viking that was staring down Trigo with the maximum amount of electricity thier Type-70s could output. Hab-5 focused down on the forward sensors with his Type-150X microwaver in an attempt to destroy the electronics, and the rest of the team skirted around, firing upon it to grab its attention.