Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170318134505

I kneel down on one knee, attempting to block out the projections. "ICARUS, boot up the nuclear engine to give yourself more power. Divert power from the lighting systems to your strength. Right now, you're the only one that can take care of her."  The lights power down and I stand up, freed from the distractions. I fabricate a Stasis Rifle and look around in the dark, ready to fire.  The cylinder-housing wings change into five twin-linked cannons, growing crenellations between the guns. The bomb-dropping body grows more serrated, the rigidity of the airframe almost invulnerable to physical damage. The standard engine enlargens, becoming faster and less manoeuvrable when boosting. ICARUS dives towards Siri, crashing through the virtual battlefield and swamping the air with shots. "If you can, bring the Trieste close to the shore. It'll be less distance to launch the March Hare off this sub."