Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25908355-20160501152212/@comment-25908355-20160506183020

A portion of the wall crumbles to pieces, exposing the inside of the factory. Gears are turning, water is boiling, oil is flowing.

The alarm rings the moment one of the sentries spots Jack. A high-pitched steam whisle is blown, and three soldiers soon take positions near the breach, one covering it from the left, one from the right, the other from the front.

Two of them, the ones standing on the right, where tal, muscular males, wearing clunky iron armour, with helmets and masks that had multiple gismos and steam-tubes attached to them. They were both holding muskets.

The one standing in front of a door was a lady, bearing no armour. Just the standard uniform, a cream coat with a brown skirt, a bowler hat, with a revolver in one hand and a bomb in the other. On her coat was the nametag "Emma Montgomery, Platoon 9Delta"