[ RPG ] Battle Network!! *EDITED RULES*

[Marine]

Auspex shivered in anger. He once had crossed viral landscapes, cut swathes through uncharted data-jungles, overcome Viral nemisses that were deep inside moutnain steeples, and charged an active volcano. He conquered them, dangerous obstacles. He charged without hesitation and not blinking.

But a single block shattered his credit.

A solid data block. Several feet wide time two as high, and Troopers could feel the thickness weigh on the ground. Devoid of markings, even a picture, the block mocked him with a single X across the single face. It sat. And despite the void of civilian Navis, Ausepx felt the laughter, the laughter his men tried desperately to hide.

'I will not be denied by a friggin block!' He roared.

A trooper longside him leaned close. "Privacy Block is a level three defensive line. Immune to authority codes #34, 567, 12. The block is the only defense present."

'I know that.' Auspex spat. 'And I know how to deal with a nuiance. These privacy blocks were made to resist unarmed, cyberhacking Navis, not to stop those built for better things.'

"Options?

'Long Barrels swap for rpgs, tear at this pathetic excuse for a three-dimensional shape until there's nothing left.'

Troopers marched away. In their distance Auspex heard the familiar clacking of dropped rifles, and he smiled. Seconds later the rpg squads rallied beside him, rockets shouldered, grenade loaders standing ready. Auspex rose his hand. Weapons braced. He brought it down. As his palm finished its arc, two whining contrails jet beside his head and sailed towards the privacy block.

Smoke mushroomed on impact. When it ballooned away, a sizable chunk shed off the cube's face, right where the X hashed together. Not as large as what Auspex wanted, but it was progress.

In a sudden zeal of approvement, Auspex pumped his rifle in the air. 'Keep shooting in the crack men. And when I grab that female Navi from her dainty feet, I'm going to stitch her privates to Pyroman! I might even be so courteas to let Pyroman at her.'

"Mg team watching point."

'I don't care if your watching the corner, as long as no one interrupts me from getting my armored hands on those two scrwny necks...'