Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141014230422/@comment-25357035-20141112012229

Unnamed Field Marshall wrote: "Unggoy, we're heading to a relay station nearby. It'll let us broadcast a transmission to organize the scattered troops. These mercenaries proved a challenge even for the Ronin Zealots, and disoriented troops will stand no chance against them."

'Yabab: Aye aye, Field Marshall! Let's go, Glofnog.'

Glofnog: Go here Go there.

The group walk out the fancy housing complex onto a large, railed, walkway. As they step out, 'Quirov points at the station that UFM mentioned. It was on a higher platform, and about a kilometer away; a light trek that should be easy enough, assuming no heavy resistance is encountered.

"Everyone move! Be swift, and be selective."

Glofnog: Me try.

'''Yabab: Do, or do not. There is no try.'''

Glofnog: Oh, shut-up.

A kig-yar bluecoat patrol craft flies by overhead, in the process of being hijacked, while kig-yar snipers pick off mercenaries from a rooftop. Yabab: Engage active camoflauge!

A sniper bullet hurls at the group. It is followed by three more. One hits 'Quirov, but his armor's shields easily shrug it off and recharge.