Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-13488655-20160825214238

"Ok Nickelae! Tell me! If I went down there, battled till one side stopped moving, we would be facing four professional fighters, some of which are huntsmen, in narrow spaces! Plus, even if we did win, we'd have to pilot a state of the art airship or jet, fly in undetected, fight entire crews with enough firepower to single handedly fight off god knows how many ships with ease! Tell me hotshot! What would you do then?!" Arthur snapped with a small shove to Nickelae as the droid fired, pushing him out of harms way, waiting for the droid to enter its cannon form. As it did so, he made a mighty swing with his blade, sending a large high voltage shot into the cannon, making it overload before it exploaded in a ball of fire. Arthur then casually used his coat to protect him and Nickelae from the flames.

"...  Just wash it under cold water. Dust that's crudely put on can easily be washed off."

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The blind droid froze as the explosions blasted its head clean off, the damage having spread into the torso of the machine and making it cease it's function. It's partner also starting to fall at Loretta's hands.

Meanwhile, as Cormac was busy familiarizing himself with the controls, two of the thugs on the floor began to move slowly, but quietly, aiming their guns at the back of his head.

A voice then came on the ships speakers in the bridge. Tough, deep, and firm. It was the captain of the last ship.

"Gunsmoke, I haven't received your report yet. How's my brother's condition?"