Broken hunger
"We are fewer people and are more sturdy in design we will cover you, Ariana."
"Okay, try to keep the rhythm, Cougar" Ariana teases playfully.
The fight is a frenzied mess, the rebel forces are mostly a bunch of pirates, mercenaries and cultists who are numerous but totally unpredictable.
J elite, however, it is highly trained you to keep your team focused on present a line front against the monkeys trying to flank the coverage fire Ariana is doing helping The golden racoon team.
Your claws slice the last enemy that runway from your gunner. While Fat Killa blocks with his hell of shield most of the heavy fire.
In a way, the combat feels like poetry in motion. Each attack a haiku, each death a triumphant sonnet. A ballad, that unfolds.
The main battle with J is being dicey, He has a hell of a team. with incredible technology from the old empire. The pink energy seems to empower the enemies making them frenzy and berserks, uncaring for their own lives.
The battle is hard and fasts the job of keeping Ariana out of harm's way is not easy as their tactics are more fluid and subtle that you and your team are used to.
"Here Dragon regiment, we ask for assistance in a little escort of civilians"
"No way Lar, the noobs will go to support me."
You hear confused both lines without getting who are them.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ariana interrogates. You could see her in the little face cam in your console her skin in a purple colour and her tentacles twisted in tension inside the braid.
"Kuro San Soon a hog, Chief Executive Officer of the miners and big guns. And The snob brat is Lar... One of those fancy squads that only do is dressing for parades.
"Don't hear the old peasant. My name is
Lar. I am a captain of The Guard. We have dozens of civilians ships to escort to a safe place to jump into hyperspace."
You and Ariana chat in a private channel for a while finally you decide.
"Okay, try to keep the rhythm, Cougar" Ariana teases playfully.
The fight is a frenzied mess, the rebel forces are mostly a bunch of pirates, mercenaries and cultists who are numerous but totally unpredictable.
J elite, however, it is highly trained you to keep your team focused on present a line front against the monkeys trying to flank the coverage fire Ariana is doing helping The golden racoon team.
Your claws slice the last enemy that runway from your gunner. While Fat Killa blocks with his hell of shield most of the heavy fire.
In a way, the combat feels like poetry in motion. Each attack a haiku, each death a triumphant sonnet. A ballad, that unfolds.
The main battle with J is being dicey, He has a hell of a team. with incredible technology from the old empire. The pink energy seems to empower the enemies making them frenzy and berserks, uncaring for their own lives.
The battle is hard and fasts the job of keeping Ariana out of harm's way is not easy as their tactics are more fluid and subtle that you and your team are used to.
"Here Dragon regiment, we ask for assistance in a little escort of civilians"
"No way Lar, the noobs will go to support me."
You hear confused both lines without getting who are them.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ariana interrogates. You could see her in the little face cam in your console her skin in a purple colour and her tentacles twisted in tension inside the braid.
"Kuro San Soon a hog, Chief Executive Officer of the miners and big guns. And The snob brat is Lar... One of those fancy squads that only do is dressing for parades.
"Don't hear the old peasant. My name is
Lar. I am a captain of The Guard. We have dozens of civilians ships to escort to a safe place to jump into hyperspace."
You and Ariana chat in a private channel for a while finally you decide.