Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160123175632

(They are.)

"Yes, miss." The large man replied with a nod.



The left turret petered out under Petra's and Vladamir's combined fire.

Carter halted, glancing up at the destroyed turret, then back to Petra. He nodded in appreciation, then froze.

Suddenly, one of the metal arms that had been lifting droids across the room from conveyor belt to conveyor, swung towards Carter and Petra. In a woosh of air, it clocked Petra right between the shoulders, sending her flying. Carter attempted to duck, but only succeeding in it being his chest instead of stomach getting it, knocking him completely off balance. They both were launched by the terrible force, and disappeared down into one of the massive, sealed conveyor belts.

Byron blinked.

"Lord almighty..." He murmured, rising to watch the massive metal arm swing back around and go for him and the remnants of the Soviet Squad, which consisted of Dmitri, Vlad, and Aleksandra.



"They can wait in crew quarters, on Deck 3." The operator replied to Brody.