Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170616114550/@comment-30700719-20170624021158

"Rising to the surface. Alrighty then, let's see how long they've lasted without-is that Addiction falling from the tower?"  "What can I do? What could we do?"  "THEN GO DO IT!" A small drone rises to the top of the Cyclops. Like a scaled-down Me262, the drone takes off, shooting towards Addiction at high speed. It reaches him, and a faint whining sound can be heard coming from the miniature drone's engines. It fires, and a barrage of gelifoam lattice projectiles stick to Addiction, rapidly expanding and cooling.  "Okay. Keep that drone close to him, and incapacitate any threats to him. Try not to crash the drone." Meanwhile, the Cyclops is getting closer and closer to the shore.

Momma' eye begins to twitch, but an illegible message comes across her HUD. "Alright. Yes, ma'am. Troops, retreat! Fall back!" The remaining fliers start to fly away, the stronger ones carrying the injured. A sortie of Beelzebubs picks up Claire and whisks her away. Momma activates her Thruster Pack, wishing so badly that Claire hadn't messed up the first time. Then, she'd get permission to summon a Warthog and take a ride back to base. She turned back and watched as Shyra suckled Endier, and her own tits jittered with jealousy. Sighing, she grabbed her discarded armour and slipped it back on, starting the hike back to HQ.