Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151109032949

"I'm sure they'll be cool with dropping you guys at Beacon. It'll be cramped though." four cables and a squad of BCU in combat-ready HAZMAT suits fast roped down and welded the cables to the somewhat burned out Nephele.

"Excellent work everyone. So, where's that flight recorder?" Amos-1 asked as she took the plasma cutter from Ingraham.

"Oh,, I nearly forgot." the cyborg replied with the squad leader shaking her head and going tsk-tsk-tsk.

"C'mon, walk and talk." Ingraham notioned towards the tail of the Lemuria. "Well, the only rumor that you need to worry about is your pathological cheating at cards. Don't worry, with what's been going on in flagg's higher up, Fritz takes down all the posters with your mug on the bounty board when no one's watching."

"...Also, if you're worried about what he's been telling a certain friend of ours who makes rattling noises when she's angry, same thing: politely decline poker night as a date."

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"you don't mess with the Black Dawn. Absolutely crazy fanatics. They can't be bargained with, they can't be reasoned with. I'm pretty sure if we could talk them down, we'd have done so a long time ago." a message popped in from Amos squad that they were now here and taking over from here on out.

"So, wanna head outside?" Honara put her swords on her back and walked over to the exit.