-As you look out the door, you see a staggering amount of tanks, agravs, and mechs-
-...but they're not Loyalists-
-They all look like they were cobbled together out of scrapyard junk and dead cars. Some vehicles skip all pretenses and are literally just recovered wrecks, like a floating prop-driven fighter with its wings cut off, or a truck on tank treads, with two rocket pods placed in the bed like an esoteric heavy technical-
-Only a few of the vehicles in this suddenly assembled army actually seem like they were professionally made, but all of them bear a nice, new coat of blue paint-
-...And say, where did all the NEP soldiers and vehicles here go?-
edited 25th Sep '16 1:58:58 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Great Leader: -looks outdoors-
Safira has secured our way out, it seems.
You may wish to prepare. Gather your belongings and your firearms. In a few hours you will no longer be on this planet.
edited 25th Sep '16 2:01:54 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Great Leader: -draws an old, clip-feeding rifle from behind his couch-
I will earn my way into orbit as you do. My family is safe.
Once I have been treated, I will return.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-The rumbling gets a bit heavier as one of the heavy tanks stops outside your door, though you can't see much but the treads right now-
-After a few moments, Safira(!) drops down in front of the entrance to Sinbad's, having apparently used a fast rope to get down from... where?-
Safira: You all need a ride off-planet, right?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Safira: Get your things, the bus is out here! Since you were kind enough to bring us Great Leader and destabilize the NEP, the Corvids have decided to repay you with a full armor battalion's support to reach the War Council's private rocket at St. Martim's! The NEP have the area heavily entrenched, but we will force them out and clear you a path to leave!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Quartz: Oh, hm, I am Quartz, by the way, if thou were wondering...