Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-4794494-20141214015110

Tyrotar watches as the dropship arrives at the outskirts of the city. The ramp lowers, and he is surprised at Minnae's appearance; she had wounds and scratches on various places on her body.

Tyrotar "Damn! You got wrecked!"

Minnae, slightly irritated "Shut up, scrub."

Tyrotar "Well, at least you're still alive. Tauwei's vitals went dark."

Minnae "I didn't anticipate that I'd fail to assassinate the Field Marshall, so now his fleet is regrouped."

Tyrotar "These lowly, generic footmen stand no chance against them like that."

Minnae "I figured as much."

She turns to the bodies of dead mercs that littered the landing pad, and the kig-yar defenders that Tyroe had killed.

Tyrottar into comms "Blake? Sit-rep?"