Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160709043941

From one of the buildings nearby, she observed the chaotic scene unfold right in front of her eyes. The gas mask- or rather, a mask-like helmet of BOB’s Exosuit exuded the sound of her breath. It was clearly dangerous to walk around with such outfit, something she found trivial since she didn't intend to leave the room until such time.

She was the very same woman who detonated the Black Hounds earlier and left one of BOB's vehicles that Oliver used.

/“The fight is taking longer than I expected.”/ A voice of a man spoke through her earpiece, sounding a bit impatient yet friendly. /“Anyhow, I wasn't also expecting them to work this fast. The data's almost complete. Everything will end soon.”/

The woman remained silent and showed no indication to reply to the man. She only made minimal movements not to let the curtains obscure the view.

/“Do you think she'll be alright?”/

“Who?” The woman finally spoke as she grabbed what appears to be a customized sniper rifle and adjusted its sights.

/“Cyzarine.”/

“.......”

The view from the visor zoomed in to Trigo hammering one of the Viking's miniguns before panning to Habakkuk squad who were aiming for the electronic parts of the bulky android.

Along with their main plan, it wasn't so bad to add secondary quirks here and there, like observing “suspicious” movements related to kidnapping of a certain heiress (if there’s any, not that important anyway) and intentionally sending a new generation of Vikings to Zirnitra before the event at the mall. Live test of ArmorTech's experimental armour against high-grade weapons and combatants would accelerate research on armors to improve over the current version.

The urgent problem now was that the Vikings are, well, problematic. They're eating up more precious time. Now’s the time to speed things up before the BOB-rogues find them out.

“Of course she will. Furthermore,” the woman replied confidently as she pointed the muzzle at the other Viking that was about to join the fight with laser cannons aimed at Trigo and co. who were assaulting its “sibling”.

“I have something important to do.”

/“Ah, my apologies. Be careful, dear cousin.”/ The man said which cued the end of their conversation.

Behind the visor, dull dark blue eyes observed the scene once more before closing one eye. With a deep breath, her body suddenly bathed fiercely in silver colour.

[Warning: Plasma detected], the visor displayed.

A silver grid, actually the rune itself, materialized in front of her. All its intersections then beamed and concentrated the formation of spherical plasma in the middle. In a blink of an eye, the silver sphere grew to a measurement of 1 meter in diameter, as it appeared to struggle to break out of its “cage”.

Without missing a beat, Mona Bluthardt unleashed her Semblance's Prime Plasma Torrent with a thunderous sound at the Heavy-Duty Suicide Guardian, boring a large gaping hole right on its chest. The other Viking used its other hand to break the ice trapping its gun as its operating system mobilized the rockets to aim at Nacoma's position and

Afterwards, Mona's guardians swiftly evacuated her before any of the factions come to investigate the place.

Cyzarine caught the assault rifle with two hands. She checked the magazine loaded in the gun before putting it back and slung it over her shoulder. There was an unpleasant vibe seeping from Fen, something the young girl noticed but didn’t make any comment.

“Wait, we could use the helmet. It’s connected to Zirnitra’s computer system….. we can get the map.”

The young girl strode over the soldier’s broken helmet and picked it up. She pried open the top part of the helmet and pulled out what seemed to be a chord connected to a small processing unit- well, the sole part that makes the helmet “smart”. She bent down and grabbed a Scroll protruding from the soldier’s pocket. After connecting the unit to the Scroll, the logo of BOB appeared on the screen before the password bar popped up. That was the time she looked at the heiress with a grim expression.

“Fen, this could get us out but in less than two minutes, they’ll come looking for us. Get ready.”

After warning her of what’s about to come, Cyzarine keyed in her password. What seemed to be a silent and swift manoeuvring of her fingers on the beeping Scroll was a race against time delving into Zirnitra’s computers for the establishment’s layout. Being familiar with the system’s structure was helpful in her part because in less than a minute, she found what they needed. With the help of GPS, their position on the map was dotted with…… red/gray color.

She quickly handed over the Scroll to Fen and readied her gun. “Lead the way. I’ll take care of the pursuers. After we get out of the prison, throw that away, they’ll be using that to track us. I know my way around outside prisons.”