Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-25279497-20160911001148

"And in case if you haven't noticed," Cormac barked back," there about a dozen or so warships below firing at us and this thing is getting beaten into scrap metal.

"Either our employer has very bad intel or Atlas has a surplus they forgot to mention. It doesn't matter, this job is lost as far as I'm concern."

Cormac made a beeline for the exit as the ship was rapidly being torn apart by explosions. Making it just in time to grab the rope as it pulled away. He dangled from the rope and look down at the carnage below him.

"She was right about one thing," Cormac mumble to himself and referring to his mother," war ain't pretty."