Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-13488655-20150523214422

"Wait. What about a Deathstalker?!" Laelia asked in surprise as she leaned over to the scroll and watched in her surprise as she saw the man they were after actually riding a giant grimm like it was some sort of warhorse under his command.

"I'm looking into that right now." The agent called out to the mercs as she began to run a full data scan on the situation. It made no sense how they were able to make that kind of machine.

".... According to our data banks, the former warden was having trouble keeping the more long term prisoners in their place. Specialised gear was ordered to keep them in place. The suits, the collars.... If what the drifters say is true, that sorry excuse of crap reengineered them into torture devices for his amusement.... Now the prisoners turned those items into death machines. I'll send a list of the sent items to Ingraham now."

"......... If they made these things, they must have one killer engneer on their side." Laelia muttered as she examined the Deathstalker's armor. Questions were flooding her mind. What on remnant could be fo0rcing that grimm to stay in his control? What other weapons were there? One thing was for sure though. If the inmates were as thirsty for freedom as they were told, they were going to fight with everything they had.

While the Elder moved over to a table to get a detailed map for the group, a small deer faunus walked over to the mercs, offering them a tray of what seemed to be oatmeal. She looked quite frail, but she really wanted them to have her meal for te night.

"Here.... It's a gift for helping my brother come back safely."