[ RPG ] Battle Network!! *EDITED RULES*

[Marine]

OOC: I had important business to take care of

IC:

"Four minutes until Full Acceleration. Beginning Coil Gyration." Threatened the Generator AI.

Auspex fell transfixed to the emitter beam jutting from the Emerald into the Fire Wall. A thick thread of light, glossed smoked-quartz by the light, and pulsed against the wall. Thin wave lengths of electromagnetic radiation flowed down the length of Foxies Domain. Anything within its touch would melt binary by binary.

A soft explosion caused him to glance upwards. Smoke coiled from the pine grove a mile--maybe two--lined abreast against an open clearing. One-third of the Chamberlain detail were dug-in there and a good portion of heavy weapons to boot.

"It's getting their attention I see." He said to an off-hand Trooper. "Most of them should be in-fighting before getting here."

The Trooper ushered the last of the Heavy Weapons from the Rebel weapons lockers and joined his Commander beside the generator. 'Reports detail the Communitorium are hitting us now. Light stuff: infantry and flak jackets.'

"Testing the water before the jump."

'Do you really think all the Factions are going to show up?'

Auspex glanced at the Trooper a head shorter than he. "Like knats. The energy given from the Emerald mimicks the weapons of the Bassillicas, which are rare enough."

Gunfire exploded, louder, deeper in the trees. Startled shouts of men were drowned by insectious chatter. One squad broke from the generator and pressed into the forestry, guns chattering nervously through the thickets. Low voices resounded through the micro beads, solid and brass, marveling their words as they lush through their lips.

'Communitorium regulars are pressing against Sector 04 and 05. Ammunition and men resupply ASAP.'

'Local patrols attacked by Antlion groups. Standard bug, engage if necessary, push forward and reinforce.'

'Three unidentified Navis patrolling Firewall Blind Side, advise'

Auspex thumbed his micro-bead. "What are they doing?"

'Doing?' The voice paused. 'Attempting to interface into firewall via codec hacking. Defect?'

"Round them up and bring them here."

'Confirmed. Estimated time arrival fourteen minutes.' The voice clicked off his micro bead.

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Wary of the several clones around Leviathan, Scout Officer Levay Turst rose from his shelter of abuttment roots and log rot. He racked his shotgun slide...