Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-25316824-20141210044530

(Some where in the eastern city, Paradiso)

Blake sees some kig-yar firefighters coming to put out the blaze. He readies his M-35 FFL. He fires a round at an advanced firetruck and the truck explodes. He lands a follow up round on an accompaning escort wraith. Blake's position is given away by his shots and he has to jump from the roof top before the modified wraith destroys the building he was ontop of.

The fire grows and Blakes starts to cook inside his armor. He smiles because he knows that the tankers in the wraith are burn up inside to.

Wraith tanker "We have air conditioning, right?"

Wraith tanker 2 "Of course."

Spartan Blake reloads and uncloaks to fire a more rounds at the wraith. His rounds hit and the wraith explodes. However, 3 more wraiths and a firetruck are seen coming after him. A kig-Yar shoots Blake in the back with a shotgun and breaks the Spartan's shields. Blake whips around and grabs the weapon but gets in a tug of war match when another kig-yar appears to help. They try to bite his hands but his armor is impenatrable to bites.

He kicks the jackals down and stabs them on the ground. Mercenary reinforcments arrive but are blasted away by the wraiths. Blake makes it out in the nick of time. The Firetruck it turns out is employing a type of the Yoth canon and it is extremely effective at disposing of mercenaries and of the blaze.

Blake "We are falling back.  I repeat falling back.  We can't hold this peremeter."

Hooded figure " Continue to hold that perimeter at all costs."

Blake "Well it is going to take more mercenaries than you have."

"Improvise."

Blake thinks about it a moment. This was not what he wanted to do. He imagined himself killing the Maximite and on the way assassinating kig-yar descretely. Open warfare and the burning of innocent civilians was not what he wanted to do. There was no glory or satifaction with holding the line. No true heros were those who ended wars with single bullets.

Blake "If I kill Commodore Charmer, then can I kill the Maximite."

Figure "Yes.  That would be good enough to pull you off of massacre duty."

Blake "Ok.  I am on my way.  He will be dead before morning."

Blake sends out a request to be picked up by a mercenary ship to go to the mountain city. Due to his recent promotion to assassin, he was given priority.

Blake looks down at the sight of the burning city in the hours of dusk. The firetruck teams with there Yoth canon's were putting out the blaze and the wraith's were holding there own against the largly infantry mercenaries. But it didn't matter if the mercenaries lost. The way he saw it they already won. If the Mercenaries could convince kig-yar to burn down there own city because they thought they would lose it then the mercenaries were a large enough threat to tear apart the city, even if they did lose in the end.