Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-25684606-20200113191636

As fast as it had emerged, as quickly it was gone. The vehicle’s cogitator drew a projected flight path, emerging as a thin, dotted red line on his reticule, circling vaguely away from their own direction before simply fading away.

A wave of washed over Kelly, the rear hatch bent and blasted open, perhaps as explosives or the tanks fuel had been set off. The inside was a dismal sight, plasteel seats melted in the heat, the unfortunate crew still in them as their bodies sat in horribly contorted positions. Muscles tensing from the heat had made them curl up in distorted positions, some remaining in their seats while others had toppled to the metal floor as their belts had finally burnt away. There were 8 in total, men or women, she couldn’t tell. They wore flak vests similar to her own, their insignia’s indecipherable.

“Oi, shut the preacher up”, the pilot hissed through the open hatch, gesturing towards Edward to do the part. “The idiot’s gonna draw us attention we don’t need.” With that said, he returned to his instruments, the sudden anger in his outburst only barely masking his own nervousness.

Back on top of the Chimaera, the Uidhaer could see nothing but fog and even the blistering of the flames and the low, mechanical whirring of the circling turret seemed dim and unnaturally quiet. He knew the fire would eventually fade and attract scavengers, and while none of the beastly ones would be a threat to the tank, their human counterparts were a whole different affair.