User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160122063448

Stalker: "Neither did I, Captain. Neither did I."


 * On that cryptic note, the fiend vanishes from the room. However, gravity remains terribly strong. The catwalk buckles and collapses. A frightful groan courses through the burnt structure.

Goldfin: "Urgh... Cap'n, we're in trouble... Can't you fight that machine?"


 * Captain Death-Stalker reappears at the helm of his ship and becomes incensed by the sight of the holes blown in his deck. The Gravity Gun seems rather beat up too.

Stalker: "The nerve of you foals... My Death's-Head is unsinkable!"


 * The gunport crystals appear and loose their lasers at the Power Plane. The captain is sorely tempted to turn the Gravity Gun upon that aircraft too, but he reminds himself he must wait until the Power Ponies are finished.


 * Cursing in fury, he climbs to the mizzen yard at an unnatural speed and grabs his laser-musket. He takes aim and joins his ship's volley with a bloodthristy shot aimed straight at the cockpit.


 * Since Glaive seems to have forgotten about the great dark blur that shoved Goldfin into the factory, he misses the hulking figure lurking in the shadow of the villain's ship.


 * A gigantic hoof claps Glaive against the wall of the plant with the precision and force of some great predator like a chimera. Two red eyes greet him.


 * This would explain the divided loyalties of the thugs and mercs.

Bayne: "Just what do you think you are doing, comrade?"

Celestia: "Tell me about it."


 * The slope increases. She continues to climb at as rapid a pace as she can manage.