Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150214171944

(The ships haven't crashed yet, T050189) "Good!" proclaimed Valkyrie. "There are still plenty of troops left to deal with! Follow me!" As the group marched down the streets they eventually encountered the smuggler arriving through a dark alleyway. He came dragging an entire cart full of ammunition and guns of various kinds and trademarks. "Here are the goodies as promised!" he chuckled and let go of the cart. "Take whatever you can and reload your weapons thoroughly. There are some soldiers burning down our homes that we have to deal with!" - The noise... I can barely hear anything... The rebel slowly opened the eyes. Wraith was hanging over the control panel of the ship. The arm had been broken in several places and the cape was torn. A nasty crack in the helmet had appeared as well... The ringing sound in the ears began to fade away slowly and the rebel struggled to get back up on feet, still bleeding quite badly. I should be dead... The Bastard's Edge was on fire. The back wall of the control room had collapsed from the explosions in the engine room and allowed a view over the city. Half of the once glorious city was set on fire. Some minor ships could still be seen firing on the buildings, but in contrast to what their forces had originally looked like, this was nothing more than some cheap raid. They would die out in time, either by hostile fire or by the fact that they had soon run out of energy and ammunition. Was this really your plan, Maximilian? Did this attack really mean nothing? Was this all just an attempt to see what kind of resistance you would meet? To see the results? To test our strengths? Wraith was furious. Thousands of innocent lives had gone to waste, all in what was nothing more than a test on behalf of the Council of Nobles. As soon as news had started to spread about this siege, they would have learned the strengths and the weaknesses of the Empire. And perhaps then they would send in their full forces. "I should have known it was them", groaned the rebel. "The same people that... did this to me..." The floor was shaking after a sudden rumble and Wraith stumbled to the ground with a grunt. The rebel continued to crawl towards the door of the cabin. There wasn't a hope to be found that there was a way to be saved, but that didn't that Wraith would simply lay down and die. "The pirate ship", coughed the rebel. "If... if I can get it off... maybe... just maybe..." There was no time to lose. From what Wraith could see through the burning windows there wasn't much more farther to the mountain side. There would be one hell of an explosion once the impact was a fact...