Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5543592-20170508001651

Massive struts held up this section, the frame of the ariship, and he could see a deflated area where the gas bag he had destroyed was. It had been very large, going a quarter the length of the ship. However, he'd also damaged the frame, and several Brotherhood scribes were on the seen, standing on a catwalk, trying to make sure the structural damage wasn't assess if the damage was threatening to the integrity of the whole warship.

He could hear voices above him from where he'd come, as the soldiers tried to figure out where he'd gone. It wouldn't take them long to decide he'd probably gone this way, as the only other place he could've went was down.

William had precious little room to walk. The struts he was on had no railings and were only a three feet across at their widest, and he'd have to navigate around vertical supporting struts as well. A fall from here meant serious injury and discovery by the Brotherhood. The strut he was one led him over a the catwalk, which walked the length of the ship, for use by the Brotherhood to maintain the gas bags.

He'd have to play this carefully, there were enemies everywhere, and they could come out of everyplace. In fact, this hole was would be swarming with them at this point.

Ward was locked onto target, finally. He had three missiles, and no one to stop him from using them. Pestin couldn't be much further behind.

Rick and Duncan soared upwards as four nuke and two Vertibirds exploded beneath them. It was like some kind of crazy Fourth of July celebration.