Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-25357035-20141128045924

Unnamed Field Marshall wrote: The Field Marshall evades past several, but a orbs hit home. It sent him crashing to the ground.

He lied prone, slightly relieved that the naga had fled. His armor was significantly damaged, and the shield generators sparked erratically, refusing to recharge past 25%. He had a huge black eye, and bled from the various wounds. When he attempted to get up, he felt his left arm bend in a slightly unnatural way. Having fought Minnae for the longest period of time, UFM's injuries were quite severe.

"Andare, Drullkus? I hope she didn't get in any major blows at you." Glofnog, who had been knocked out several times in the fight shakes it off and gets to his feet.

"Well that's nice. Of course you only care about the humans who just got here, and not the two soldiers who actually lost their entire lance trying to save your butts," Glofnog mutters.

A phantom flies into the courtyard (not the one UFM just called, the one Yozoz sent)

Pilot Gogo: Heya! All aboard!

Glofnog: YES! Seeya, suckers!

Yabab: Be respectful to your superiors.

The phantom begins to fly away as Yabab goes up the grav lift. "Wait! What about the Field Marshall and the wounded Zealots." Cries Yabab.

Yozoz over comm: There's another phantom coming right behind you.

Yabab: Yeah? Who even gave you permission to command phantom? You say our only unggoy dropship go down-

Yozoz: Buh! Buh! Buh! Does not matter! Get back to the palace!

Yabab: Is it under attack?

Yozoz: No.

Glofnog: YES!

Yabab: Then why we-

Yozoz: We're going home.