Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170318212525

(Wait, what? He has a Rauser form right now. An aircraft designed for mass destruction. Also, that's the Melee body, not the Bomb body. The Melee body is quite jagged, for cutting through enemy battleship hulls. And yes, that makes him mad.)

ICARUS flares up the rocket engine, throwing his form into the virtual air.  "Geez. I would not want to be in her shoes." A rhythmic slapping comes from the ceiling, and I look up. I step backwards while charging the Stasis Rifle, pointing it straight at her. I fire it, locking her in time. "That should hold her for the next thirty seconds. Plenty of time to set up." I fabricate a small yet weaponised drone, and it takes off, flying around in a wide circle around the room. "This little guy is a miniature version of the Me163. It's a long way from being a Rauser, but it was the first rocket-powered fighter plane. Let's hope that the 'oldies but goodies' rule still applies." The effect of the Stasis Rifle begins to wear off. I chuck it away and whip my knife from its holster.