Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-26571677-20190324095841

Moonlight drifted in through the pock holes atop the warehouse’s damaged sky.

Aluminium covers and piping broke above, like torn holes and gashes in the skin of the building, exposing its core and allowing light to stream through even without the artificial wash of hundreds of white LEDs.

Yet she avoided every patch of brightness.

The solitary figure swept through the shadows; slinking in and about like a common rat amongst the lions and dragons inhabiting her world.

She made not a sound, vaulting and darting from side to side as she dodged abandoned merchandise and abandoned bodies and abandoned lives.

All gone, in a few moments of panic and fear; interspersed with the rattle of weaponry still firing and blood still weeping.

Not her, she had what she wanted. Nobody to slow her down. No dumb decisions that would leave her destitute like all those who had stayed and waited, even as their walls were crashing down.

Anyone else smart would be heading for the delivery docks. It stored the transportation of those with riches, and those merely looking to do their job; dropping off goods dead, goods living, and goods that could nary be told from each other; mien deathly unhealthy and bodies scarred and bruised.

Anyone smart would be heading there to escape as quickly as they could, whether by boat or airship it scarcely did matter; they would funnel themselves through the one large opening. Its wide, mechanical metal doors would grind open to let the throngs of people push themselves through, sacrificing others in a desperate attempt to get to transport first.

They would funnel themselves into a killzone.

Anyone less aura would be slaughtered.

Anyone else smarter would be heading for the same direction she was.

Anyone else who’d bothered to study the building plans would realise that there was one area towards the side of the hangar and docking sections with walls noticeably weaker, and numerous doors for an entrance into winding corridors and an exit into open air and salvation.

There she was moving towards now.

There the police, too.

There anyone else smart, and paranoid enough to do so.

No doubt some of those whom she’d met before.

Plenty of doubt as to whether they would be friendly.

Her gun was ready; her eyes sharp, movements quick and hands quicker.

She had no intention of death this day. There was plenty in life left to take care of.

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It turned out that piloting a massive, hundred-or-so-ton building with naval engines haphazardly attached was not quite as easy as driving a small, couple-or-so-ton car.

Not even close.

Now Dust was not the smartest of men. His wits were sharp, as were his reflexes. He liked investigations and hunting missions, as well as the occasional puzzle to solve (namely sudoku), but he was no engineer, he was no scientist, and he was certainly not a person qualified enough to steer this mockery of a ship.

It was little wonder, then, that he turned the wheel far too sharply, and nearly threw himself against a wall as the entire building lurched in the same direction; saved only by virtue of grip strength and sheer, dumb luck.

Still though, good for his pride to see that he was still on his feet, as opposed to the bumbling aristocrats on their bums; their rotund forms bringing them crashing down, or the balancing problems of heels making some people seriously question their footwear.

At least he was only wobbling on his feet.

The monitor next to him beeped in a proximity warning, and a camera flickered as it showed some lizard-man-machine thing sprinting towards him.

His eyes narrowed, and he swung the wheel to the left, smirking slightly as he heard the yells of people falling literally head over heels.

It kept sprinting. Didn’t even seem to acknowledge it.

Scratch that. Bad for the ego.

“Lizard boy doesn’t look very chocker full of happiness and congratulations, does he…?”

His mind raced as he swung the wheel once more to the right; directing the slow moving, but quickly accelerating ship out and heading towards open sea.

How was he to set up a trap…?

His eyes once more faded into a deep maroon red, and he rotated his head around; eyes settling as he looked at a cabinet.

“Looks like I’m about to commit cold blooded murder…Gah! That was fuckin terrible…gotta give him a better greeting…”

He grumbled to himself as he set up the trap; using the relatively large control room area to make sure that the surprise was a nasty one.

Who was he even talking to?