Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151003232045

(Cipher, I'm pretty sure the cheese is a reference to something, but is that a Resident Evil 4 reference I smell with the trash container?)

The APC with an overload of civilians pulled into the garage, a comunnal sigh of relief was breathed as the side doors opened and the civilians clambered out. Some of them just fell to the ground in exhaustion where the BCU operators came up to give medical treatment as best they could.

"Hab-1, this is Hab-0. I'm sorry, but I need to do a little maintainence. Must have taken hits on the way." the driver radioed as he pried the covers off his vehicle's G-Engine to fix the damage. He got out a repair tool from under his seat and got to work on the damaged components. ''Arg. Dust conduits are loose, heat sink's overloaded, got dents all over the stablizers...''

=
"Understood." Hab-1 directed his team and the now armed civilians into the buildings along the side where they weren't in the open. He notioned to the mother, clutching her baby son in one hand and a pistol in the other to stay back while his team cleared the area. At first she protested, saying she used to be a cop in this cesspool of a city, but the bear retorted with "You have a baby to worry about, I don't" With that, Hab-4 gave a swat-kick to the door and Hab-1 followed, putting a multi-shot burst into a thug with a spiked chain. The squad went in, two sheild bearers in front with a gunman right behind to clear the rooms.

Ingraham had just finished with the flanking team that was coming in with the gun truck but stayed on the roofs to watch the alleyways. Hab-7 was dusting her sister off after that Gun Truck tore the office they were hiding in apart. The two snipers went downstairs to set up another roost to watch the other side of the street.

=
"Going in!" Stahlfritz saw a figure that was previously tagged as wielding the transmitter fall to the ground. No need to cloak, the cyborg boosted forward counting on Noire and Hab-5's covering fire to keep him alive. RPG guy saw the man coming at him on what looked like a jetpack and fired another one which Fritz side-boosted to evade. He clipped the thug with the end of his scissor-halberd and used him as a landing cushion. Transmitter thug's aura took the brunt of the fall and just as the man picked himself up, he was met with a roundhouse kick to the side of his face followed by a back kick, forcing him to accidently fling the transmitter to the side. He spit out some blood, pulled out a machete and rushed the cyborg where Fritz caught it with his gauntlets in swordbreaker form, tossed it aside and triple-tapped the goon center mass, stomping his chest to confirm he wasn't getting back up anytime soon.

"Ok, if I accidently blow us all to the afterlife, I owe y'all apology beers." he said over the radio as he activated CATSAI's signal jammer, carefully picked up the transmitter, turned it over, and pulled out the antennae and batteries. After all, it was a modified RC remote.