User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150530200114

(After several minutes of chest compressions, Orbit stops, breathless.)

Orbit: ...No...

(His eyes begin to water. He picking up Serra's lifeless body and hugs her tight.)

Orbit: Serra... *sob*

(The nearby medical guard removes his helmet and presses it to his chest in silent mourning.)

Orbit: I'm so sorry... I should've done more to prevent this...

(Another one of the guards slowly approaches.)

Guard: ...Um... Captain Orbit, sir?

Orbit: *sniffle* Huh?

Guard: I-I apologize for interrupting, but... what should we do with the prisoner?

(Looking over, Orbit sees the restrained Plume kneeling in the snow. As he stares, his sorrow slowly turns into anger. Setting Serra's body back down, he stands up and marches over, his every hoofstep creating a deep imprint in the snow.)

Guard: S-Sir? What are you about to--?

Orbit: Hey, you!

(When she sees the enraged look in Glaive's eyes, Decibelle realizes she had precious few seconds left to salvage Glaive and Strongheart's minds.)

Decibelle: Calm down, Glaive... I'm just gonna give you a little injection, okay? It should fix you... I hope.

(Star-Lord could do little more than glare at Flashfire, but his anger soon subsides.)

Star-Lord: *sigh* Well, at least we took this guy down before anything else-- *gasp* Shit! Gamora! I almost forgot! Oh, and so much for flying back to Maretropolis! My ship's missing a wing!

Zapp: I believe it shouldst only take a large quantity of unicorn magic and the proper spatial coordinates to open the gateway. With thy blessing, I can maketh the preparations forthwith.

Masquerade: Persistent buggers, aren't you...?

(Masquerade attempts to disrupt the robots' optical sensors with a magnetic-particle-dispersing flash bomb. Through the white smoke, she continues up to the rooftops via grappling hook.)