Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108041856

"Under fire." Petra's target barked, one of the Duster Man's soldiers. He spoke calmly, and it was clear that this were soldiers who had been battle-tested repeatidly, the kind of men who could get shot at and not even bat an eye. His armed asorbed the laser fire of Petra's Makarov pistol, laser edition (it's the Cosmonaut regulated gear), the beams, the ones that hit, leaving scortch marks behind

They moved as a unit, taking to cover, and two of the heavily armored soldiers returned fire to her position.

"Stockings!" Carter barked, currently firing at whoever had been stupid enough to take some shots at his men. "Skirt around to that position there.  I want a bead on where we move.  We can't hold here for long."

"Right away, sir." Stockings swiftly replied, moving from cover as Carter laid suppressing fire down at their enemy's position.

"I know, pretty messed up, right?" Daniel replied to Eden. Daniel took control, and the rocket turned once again. It began to pass behind the Quetzel, the massive ship baring down on them.

"That's the Trotsky." Daniel pointed out the tan ship. "And that's the Quetzel."  He selected the white one. "It's the most dangerous ship in space, you know.  It was built to be a weapon of mass destruction in it's own right."