Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170408232558

 The turrets once again retract into the walls, what's left of them. The quarantine breaks, opening the doors and vents. The acid flows away, and the kamikaze drones stop.  The metal Xenomorph jumps out of the vents, about ten metres from the trio. It stands there, ready to attack or ignore.

ICARUS looks around at the battlefield. The buildings and roads of an abandoned town are lit by bright sunshine.  He shrugs his shoulders and waits for just half a minute more.