Centurion: *looks at Yolana then starts to look around*
Microcron: Or I'll... *tries to break free with all his strength but fails badly. He then lowers his head exhausted* you... Win.
Locus: *places a tiny helmet on micro's head then takes it off again* there... We have everything he knows. He's all yours. Kill him, keep him whatever you please.
Microcron: *looks up at her terrified*
Centurion: *optic flashes green as he charges towards the door*
Centurion: *running around outside looking at everything for clues as to where Microcron is*
Microcron: *trembling slightly as she ponders on his fate* I'd Uuh ... Prefer not to be crushed... Please.
Microcron: *un holsters his gun in anger but sighs and puts it back as it would only make her angry until he eventually decides against it firing a tiny bullet at her chest*
Centurion: Follows along the footprints followed closely by Yolana*
Yolana: What the hell...? Well, if this is where he is, time to do some breaking and entering!
(He is fat and full a lot of the time, but he is also very strong. He can move his several hundred ton body as though he was a normal weight.)
Microcron: *squeezes out of her hand and lands on his back in front of her*
Centurion: *his arm transforms into a cannon as he looks at Yolana*
(sounds nice. Though don't expect any worship for him. That roleplay with your white dragonny self was a little stretch for me)
Microcron: *tries to roll away but failed to react in time as her boot comes down with such force breaking his nose, left leg and half his ribs as well as bruising most of his body*
Centurion: *fires a rocket at the ship blowing open the hull knocking over the trooper stomping on Microcron which he then grabs and restrains from behind*
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Alyxi: I hope not... I wouldn't put it past him... Let's go looking.