Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150716213713

"They got a flamethrower!?" shouted one of the commandos as Beige's dust attack snuffed some of the men out of cover.

"I thought you said you guys were pros!" shouted another voice, barely audible over the sounds of the firefight.

"Fall in line." a calmer voice, likely the leader, barked over his radio. He activated the room's auto-turrets. While the thermal smoke meant the turret's IR sensors were out, but Flagg's redundant designs meant they were going to be equipped with additional sensors. Using the same tech in scrolls for measuring Aura, the reprogrammed roof guns locked onto the intruders.

Technology was always a double-edged sword; the commandos had networked some of their equipment into the ship's security system. Their mysterious allies who lacked all the fancy toys settled with following the laser sights from the auto-turrets.

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Ingraham did what he could to start taking down the turrets. The constant fire meant he couldn't get close enough to switch the IFFs. So far though, the Beaconites were doing a decent job at holding back trained military. But one can only get so far in a bad position.

"Mauve, we'll keep them distracted. Everyone else, take the catwalks!" Ingraham shouted as he fired upon the commandos. He switched his rocket launcher to shock mode to see if he could shut down their weapons while clearing the opposite catwalk with his SMG.