Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170320205702

The PDA flashes and I raise my wrist to my face.  "Oi! I know you're down there in the Security Centre room, so stop shooting! I'll shut down the defences, just cease fire! Otherwise, it'll be inaccessible to both of us! Besides, your AI's already seized control of the doors and vents! If you mean to turn my own defences against me, I'll probably die again and again! So just stop!" I type into the PDA furiously, trying to disable the Security Room defenses. Too late. The alarms start going crazy, and turrets pop out of the walls. "Oh crap!" I fabricate a riot shield and back into a corner, bullets pinging off the thick metal. "ICARUS, shut down all defences!" The PDA flashes and I bring my wrist up to my eyes.  Suddenly, the alarms and turrets power down, still extended from the wall but no longer active.  "Ah, good. Speak up now! I can't hear you!"  ICARUS says, a hint of friendly annoyance in his voice. The monitors spring into life, displaying lewd acts and things that would be illegal in a different world. "Damn..." I was reaching the limits of my determination to block out the slapping and moaning. A man has his limits, and continued pressure on those limits would cause them to break, a secret I learned a long time ago. Rather, the enemy navy and air forces learned that. I sighed and said, "How close are we to the shore, ICARUS?"  I closed my eyes, took a long breath in. "I swear, that March Hare has caused more trouble than that time we had to take out those Blimps in one flight. Seriously, they thought one blimp per Rauser wasn't enough? Ah well. At least then, I could pause and recuperate for a bit before going at them again. Now, I gotta run around, do this, do that, blah blah blah. It's exhausting."