Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160406000705

In response to Cormac's question, Loretta flipped off the safety for the Stealth Inua's main cannon. Holographic aiming GUIs appereaed around the weapon as it whirred to life with a faint red glow. "Oooh, fire dust." she grinned. This flagg-made model could reach temperatures up to 1980 degrees celcius, well beyond the melting point of steel.

"Once we fire, there won't be much hiding we can do." the crocodile instructed the team was she aimed the massive laser at the tower in question. If she did this right, it'd fall right on top of the dust barrels for maximum effect.

"Then hold fire. I've got a better idea." Rainier immediatly chimed in and pulled the airship over to an overlooking hill.

"CATSAI, scan for thermal and aura signatures. Everyone else, wait here." he told his AI as he put the Inua on autopilot for now and went to one of the unused dropseats.

"Scan complete. Two signatures confirmed in proximity." the AI replied. He locked himself into the harness and lowered himself out the bottom of the airship, bow at the ready. Two figures lay prone in front of him. Both were wielding standard-issue sniper rifles. Atlesian-design, must have been taken from the Kraken's armory.

"CATSAI, activate comms recorder." His scroll's wifi hotspot did a quick reconfiguration of itself before quietly beeping in confirmation. The archer lowered himself into the foliage and creeped up to the pair.

"Man, I still can't believe what we pulled off!" the obvious younger of the two said as he saw his gang's new prize coming in. "Fricken' Atlas! We stole from big, bad atlas!"

"Yeah. I still think this was a dumb move. We gotta re-fuel the hungry things twice, thrice a day..." the older responded as he polished his scope.

"Big deal, look what we're pulling in from the traders! Food, guns, dust, we'll be set for life. Now all of Remnant will know the name of the Black Bears!" the youth gave an early victory cry.

"Keep it down. Someone'll hear ya at this rate..." and right in response, A shock arrow from Rainier nailed the youth in the head. The older turned to look and all he saw was the archer charging at him with a shotgun-cleaver in hand. Raising his rifle as a block wasn't much use; an electrical kinesis rune in the body of Rainier's shotgun sent the sniper careening backwards.

One target stunned, the archer turned towards the electrocuted youth lying on the ground and slit his throat. As the older pulled himself back up, Rainier had already aimed and launched a second arrow into his neck.

"Voice synthesis complete." CATSAI reported. With the Fall of Beacon and Atlas's reputation rapidly going down the drain, the Flagg Institute siezed the new market opening to release all of its newest prototypes and equipment. One of them was the voice synthesis module from CATSAI. Designed for infiltration units, it would record an enemy's speech and use those semantics and phonetics to generate an impersonation of the enemy in question. "What phrases would you like to make?"

"Everything's clear. Over. Nothing to report. Over. All good. Over." Rainier listed off some responses and signalled for the airship to land.

"We'll detach one of these cannons and use it to take out the tower. That way, we can infiltrate from somewhere else." the archer explained as he went over to one of the still-attached sponson guns.

"Loretta, hold the barrel while I start detaching this." he instructed his partner while he searched for the emergency toolkit in the Inua's hold. Armed with a simple wrench and screwdriver, he powered off the starboard sponson laser and began to remove it. Learning to fly an airship didn't just mean knowing the controls, it also meant knowing maintenance.

"Anyone have a spare transmitter they can let go of?"