Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170408121758

(Oh. Sorry about that. Anyway, I guess you didn't need the xenomorph illustration)

 The entire ship begins to fill with industrial-grade acid, raining from the sprinklers on the ceiling.  The whole place becomes wildly difficult to survive in, what with the acid, flames, sparks from downed machinery and the occasional kamikaze drone.  The Flood forms are subjected to the worst of the damage, wearing away at the now-small horde.

 On the battlefield, a young man shimmers into sight. Otherwise normal, the man had two pure white wings jutting out from his back, covered with beautiful white feathers. His clothing was quite normal. He also carried a simple wooden bow.  ICARUS grasped an arrow out of thin...code (?) and nocked it to the bowstring. He beat his wings, and climbed into the air.