Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170320003417

The rebels have fresh ammunition and a number of vox-casters on them, alongside some identity papers.

Vasily takes up position besides you, as do his last two men, and begin to go through and pull off the uniforms of the rebel troops. Vasily, now clad in a somewhat rough disguise, approaches you and Echo and shakes his head, "Looks like he's had it mate, doubt we've got the resources to fix this mess..."

Something beeps and whines, a blend of static and several overlaid voices, "Though, I might," a servo-skull, rises into the air and drifts forward. It like the helmet of some great warrior, with tiny, mechanical tendrils that dangle from the 'neck' hole - it's spine curling to scan the damage down to Echo, "Though I certainly can't here."