Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20171222012310/@comment-26120744-20171223184512

Well, might as well do something. The assassin takes aim.

Meanwhile, a fleet of Project Erebus ships - black, stark ships brimming with Well-based and impossible energies - appeared.

They made good on their deal, and EXE would be detrimental to them.

Watching through the ship's camera eyes, a woman is back at the hidden, locked away headquarters of the project. She clutched a locket and feels, not for the first time, a shudder of guilt run up her spine.

She did this. It was her fault.