Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150711194841/@comment-29458028-20150719233347

Fionn growled in anger, realizing what was going on, but he was confused as well, since he didn't exactly know why he was in such a place. Perhaps it was a test?

Fionn leaped and did a wall run, grabbing one of the turrets and ripping it out, hacking it with his device and firing it till it ran out of ammunition at the other turrets. If the room was magic resistant, lightning storms would likely not work.

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The strike team assembled outside the prison that Fionn was held in, checking their gear. Orders were recieved, so they were going to go in and extract him. The group were actually quite far away, and they were observing from a hot air balloon and wearing wingsuits.

"Ok, time to go in hard. These defences have to be penetrated by our efforts, and yeah, once we are in, we have to remember when to pull out. Ok guys?" said the team leader.

"Yes sir! By the way, why the innuendos?"

"Problem?"

The five man strike team leapt and glided silently towards Whiterun, from the air.

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"Hmm, medium EMPs. You said you have a couple? Yeah. But the dragons are insulated, and we do not have any anti tank munitions available, so that's a problem. Three damned dragons" said Damien.

Erika shrugged and said "well, I do know the Dragonrend shout, but I don't think it works on mechanical substitute dragons, so umm ... yeah. It might mess the pilots minds, though, seeing how they are dragonic in nature, despite being humans."