Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171214011448

(It was a long and drawn out finals season, but the storm's over. All my projects are done, and I finally have time to get you guys a post.)

"Hmmmm...That's interesting." Stella replied, resting her hand on her chin in thought.

"Sometimes...I have these dreams where I smell my mom making Barbacoa, real tasty beef dish from where I'm from." the Tigress's gaze grew distant as she reminesced.

"She always had a bad habit of burning it and sometimes I'd smell that...except it real quick turns into more... stuff burning..." her gaze started turning into a thousand-yard stare and her posture started to slouch. Squeezing her eyes shut, Stella flung herself back into reality with a 'hmmph'

"Sorry 'bout that." she looked back at Kurai. "I guess that's what inspired you to head back, eh? How often do you visit the ruins?"

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"Damnit, switching to thermals!" Obi-6 grumbled as he reached for another dual-drum for his rocket launcher.

"Save your ammo. They're forming ambush positions." Beverly calmly replied as she holstered one of her crossbows and started picking herself up. "We're on foot, they have bikes."

"We calling for reinforcements? Manticore support?" Mariposa asked, taking a moment to reload.

"Negative; by the time anything gets here, they'll regroup and we'll be back at square one."

"Boss, are you serious right now?" the butterfly faunus didn't hide the disbelief and insuboridiation in her tone. Her best friend of at least a decade plus and commander would never give up on any operation like this.

"Knowing the Destral, they'll go for a break-in later this evening. If we setup around Wolfe's manor, we stand a far better chance."

"Knowing the Destral, that'll also buff thier egos some. Just makes takin' 'em out all the more fun." Obi-8 added, vitriol in her voice as she packed up her Gauss rifle.

"Aiza, literally the only Destral you've talked to is Cordovan and I think we all agree if his ego was any bigger, he'd tip over at the slightest breeze." Honara snarked as she started walking towards the road. Her weapons were now holstered and she held her arm and thumb out like a hitchhiker as she saw the battered and burned jeep chugging down the way.

"Cut the chatter everybody. Wolfe, this is Beverly. I've a plan to resolve this but I'll need an extraction for my team. You got one handy?"

"Ey Sig." Bison waved towards his ally as she ran up to him, panting. Sigalit gave a quick thumbs up as she took a look around, her calm demeanor starting to fade as she snapped her eyes around.

"Goddamnit!" she called out, kicking a rock into a tree, embedding it several inches in the trunk. "Lost the bastards." Sigalit seethed, clenching her fists.

Bison gently patted her on the shoulder as he got back on his comms.

"Geuda, it's me. Sig and I are fine but we've lost the enemy." he paused, tilting his head like a dog trying to hear something better. "We'll play evasive for now, but ask Prince Silverwood if we can get a lift outta here."

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"Master Silverwood, two of my people are requesting an airlift to your manor." the ex-firefly asked Wolfe, unaware that someone else had already called earlier about it. He still kept his weapon pointed outwards, knowing just how crafty the Destral could be.

"I remember back when Destral's had that 'no killing' oath. Now look at 'em. Chainsaws, gatling guns...Least us fireflies stayed honest to ourselves." Cordelia joked to herself.

"That we did. Cords...That we did." Maren softly replied, trying not to get offended too much at her teammate's comments. The Aardvark knew that was just the Cheetah's coping mechanism (alongside alcoholism and a slew of questionable boyfriends) but Cordelia had yet to say anything too tasteless to be worth confronting over.

''"if they ever knew this was your father..." ''Cordelia couldn't help but overhear. Turning her head to look at Pan over her shoulder, the brunette's voice didn't turn maliscious but it showed no signs of the joking around from earlier.

"Pan, I think we need to have a conversation when we get these kids home..."