Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160412075753/@comment-25828117-20160425124844

A heel stamped on Reming face as a response.

The sounds of mechanical monsters lurking the halls of the abandoned plant echoed across the corridor Royston and Tanner were in.

Royston couldn't do much about his own loud footsteps but he could shield Tanner with the bulk of his chassis if something were to turn the corner and come face to face with them.

Carefully they made their way to the Turbine room when an assaultron with a wig turned the corner.

"Have you seen, the target?" It asked.

Royston didn't know what to say, he had two conflicting directives.

"Eh... ouinon. I..."