Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7242608-20140531005324/@comment-8992692-20140609131314

Jess and Karl walk out of the room and see Heathcliff standing there, weapons drawn. Karl draws his cutlass and Jess pulls out her pistol. Karl “Heathcliff, I’m not looking for a fight but don’t get in our way if you now what’s good for you.”

Else where, DMR is forced once again into a hand to hand fight with an Admin, except he is losing badly this time. T3CH is to skilled to let DMR get into any rhythm and he backs DMR into a wall. UF is forced away from the HK-droids and confronts T3CH instead. T3CH “If you don’t wish to die, lay down your weapon son.”

UF “You always thought I was weak, now I’m going to show you otherwise.” UF charges T3CH but he under estimates him, and UF pays. T3CH sides steps and slashes his shoulder and UF drops one of his swords. He turns around and his face is impacted by T3CH’s fist, sending him to the ground.

T3CH “I didn’t think you were weak, I knew it.” He picks him up and is about to stab him when a rifle shot rips into him. Civilian Militia, backed by a handful of Chat soldiers, storm the building and open fire on T3CH and his droids. T3CH is force to flee due to the sheer volume of incoming fire but is able to escape.

Civilian 1 “Hey, we got two injured ones here.”

Trooper 1 “Medic, get these two out of here, we'll pin those bots down.” Medics rush in, grab the pair, and carry them out of there as laser and bullets fly all around them.

DMR, weakly “No... I can’t leave yet...” However, it’s to soft to be heard by anyone else.