Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150809070051

(Nope. Crane's above the missiles which are closer to the stern of the ship. Also, the cargo door's closed since our pyro buddy dropped it. Unless everyone's outside already, which in that case is no cover.)

"Cormac, we're coming up behind you to help with the bridge." Fritz radioed as he and Stella threw off the suits for better mobility. Stella of course, did so in a *provocative* manner.

"Really? Of all the times, now?" Fritz asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Of course Stella did not respond; nonsense in the field was commonplace for her.

That was also when they heard yet another shotgun blast. One that sounded awfully familiar...

"Is that..." they both looked at each other in horror before scrambling to the cargo hatch. "Fritz, can't you just breach kick this thing open?!"

"Something this big? Not without blowing out a spring!"

"Shit! You back Cormac up, I'll handle Myra." With that, she phased through the hatch and onto the top deck.

''Estellia, if you die up there, I'm gonna kick your stupid ass from one side of Hell to the other! Myra, you kill my girlfriend, I'm gonna hollow your fucking skull out and eat ramen out of itl! ''Fritz thought as he moved to the bridge door to undo the lock.

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(I'm pretty sure thrusters that are hot enough to melt a flamethrower hose would do more than just blind a guy...)

With the heavy pyro essentially dead, Myra fired electrified buckshot into his napalm tank to detonate it. "Find rest now that you have done Remnant's commision." she said in a solemn voice as flaming gelatin spewed across the deck. In a fluid motion indicating years of practice, she slipped two more shock shells into Golgotha before transforming the weapon into its half-moon pike form.