Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20161120053207

(Honara called, she says: "if you're going to make an evil clone of me, can you not make her sound like an obnoxious bitch?")

"I aim to please." Lucina dryly replied, righting herself and taking aim at the elite's cloaking device. One shot from her directed energy pistol pierced through the dust cloud and fried the machine's electronics and the next half-a-dozen were aimed at the ammunition in the elite's monster of a weapon. Using the smoke and flash from the explosions as cover, the veteran huntress took off.

Just over the sound of a major ammunition cook-off, a quick banshee screech could be heard. That screech being Lucina attuning to the natural frequency of a column in the ship's structure to cleanly slice it off. With an aura boosted kick, the veteran sent a multi-ton slab of steel careening towards her foe.

Now, where are her friends...Lucina wondered as she kept moving through the wreckage, her aura senses on full-alert to keep track of her opposition.

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Over Nickelae's noise, Rainier had tossed a water dust crystal at the captain and set it off with a magnum shot, extinguishing the flame. His CATSAI had scanned a measly .3% aura left on the bunred man, but that was all he needed.

"Your brother introduced me to a friend of his. An old war veteran, he says he was. Tell me more, and this-" he bounced a package of viton in his free hand. "-is yours."

Meanwhile, in the other room, Loretta pouted at how all that time she and her partner spent working on traps had gone to waste. She logged into her remote CATSAI feeds to check on Rainier and Osiris after they had left. From what their cameras could gather, the captain was defeated, but not quite dead, Nickelae and Arthur were having a bro-fight, and Cormac was being his usual Cormac self.

The scary thing was Rainier was attempting to interrogate someone again. (She and him had a conversation about it over one of the timeskips.) As fast as she could, Loretta ran out of the room, hoping Rainier wouldn't lose his temper. Then again, considering he saved this man because he might have useful information, the chance of the archer using the captain as a clay pigeon was a tad lesser. Either way, no time to waste.