User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150827001236

Orbit: Tch...!

[click]

Orbit: Alright. Ironworks, you meet with the convoy and tell them to hold their position for now. Glaive, if you're able, try to disable the missiles or veer them off-course. Star-Lord, take your ship out and stop those missiles if Glaive can't.

[click]

Star-Lord: Roger that.

[click]

Orbit: Everypony else, prepare for teleport. Objectionable as it is, we have to get the two sides to cease fire.

Decibelle: We're helping Mareoni and Cobbletrot... Great...

Masquerade: Faust Almighty!

(The sudden appearance of Death-Stalker in the passenger seat causes Masquerade to cut the steering wheel right. The vehicle swerves on the road before flipping out. After its hard crash, Masquerade cuts the airbag with a sleeve blade and crawls out of the wreckage in agony. She tries her comm one last time.)

Masquerade: T-This is... Masquerade... Come in, Unicarrier...!

Comm Technician: ''This is the Unicarrier. We read you, Agent Masquerade.''

Masquerade: Operation was... a bust. Requesting... immediate evac.

Comm Technician: ''Understood. Locking onto your coordinates and sending a dropship. ETA 20 minutes.''

(With her blade still drawn, Masquerade struggles to rise to her hooves. She looks around for the ghost that caused her car crash.)

Masquerade: *panting*

(Stiletto hops up from her seated position.)

Stiletto: Why didn't you say so?! I could be ordering room service instead of sitting in this dump! No offense, Misty.

Misty: Hmph. None taken.