Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29564364-20170819053030

(Oh! Since they were thrown into isolation, I thought they were in different cells.

Can we go with different cells? Otherwise, my previous replies don't make much sense.

Alpha: Damn, mamonos threatening to kill people? Well that's... um... "uncommon".

And whose ship did you intend it to be? Because the only mean of transportation Omega uses is his fists.

Is there even something he doesn't use his fists for?

Alpha: There's talking, but aside from that, there's not much else.)

The she ship quaked as many explosions were heard, two of them louder than the others. The siren went off, always accompanied by the flashing red lights.

Leader: "What was that?"

Crew member 1: "We received a magical attack and sustained heavy damage. Engine one and three are out of order." reported a man, a warning message appearing on the screen of his terminal.

Leader: "The target's doing?"

Crew member 2: "No. The attack's origin is unknown."

Leader: "Damn it! If it wasn't for that guy taking down our shields... Talking about him, what's the situation with the target?" he ask with two fingers over his left ear.

Member 1: "His progression towards the reactor room was unsuccessfully stopped. Any attempt at containment or neutralization has failed." answers a voice in his earpiece.

Leader: "Have you tried the kinetic diffuser?"

Member 1: "To no avail. He's too strong! Our weapons are usele- Argh!" The signal cuts to static.

Member 2: "Harvey!" Screams a feminine voice.

Leader: "What happened?!"

Member 3: "Harvey was knocked out of the ship!

Class D threat, my ass! The kinetic diffuser is supposed to work on up to Class S targets."

Leader: "He'll be alright as long as he has his utility vest on."

Member: "We can't handle him alone, we need assistance immediately!"

Commander: "What are your orders?"

The man remains silent a moment, thinking of a way out of the situation. "We could keep ourselves airborne with engine four out, but with one and three out as well, a crash is inevitable. I want a scan of the area for the closest settlement. With our ship gone, we'll need a new base."

Crew member 2: "We found Fort Ironwall, a high security prison 2 870 meters to the north-west from our position." Reports a man seated at his post in front of his console.

Leader: "Current altitude?"

Crew member 2: "Zero meters. It was built on the sea, not far off the shore."

Leader: "OUR altitude, not the prison's, you imbecile!"

Crew member 2: "My apologies, sir. Our altitude is 1 293 meters."

Leader: "Alright. Turn off engine two, redirect 80% of the power to the auxiliary engines to help conserve our forward momentum and active the G-Dampeners once we reach a hundred meters of altitude to break our fall. Begin loading our equipment and crew members in the lower levels on the escape boats with a view to evacuate at once. Once we hit the water, we have around five minutes before this ship is completely filled with water." He orders as he heads towards the bridge's hatch.

Once the orders given out, all the crew members present in the control room go silent, some staring at each other in confusion, wondering if they had heard well, while others turn worried gazes at their captain.

Crew member 3: "But sir, if we cut the only engine left..."

Leader: "Yes, I know and that's the point. With the target running rampant on the ship, we don't have the least chance to make it to shore and we will most certainly crash before we're even halfway there, so the lower we are, the better it is for evacuating."

Still worried, the men turn their attention back to their respective posts and resume their monitoring tasks.

Commander: "A-and what about the target?"

Leader: "I will join my men in taking care of him, or at least, hold him off." He says, setting foot through the door.

[Done]