This is the future, remember? The future has jetpacks. Even in the dilapidated state of Exsilium, there are jetpacks. Only twelve, but that's twelve more than anyone wanted to see at the time.
These men and women were laden with homemade explosives, soaring high above the distracting mobs on the ground, ready to throw their loads on the Hold's rooftops. They were quick, and could dart about like obnoxious, overgrown flies; there was no doubt they'd land a hit or two unchecked.
FIRE FROM THE SKY: 6/24
This is the future, remember? The future has jetpacks. Even in the dilapidated state of Exsilium, there are jetpacks. Only twelve, but that's twelve more than anyone wanted to see at the time.
These men and women were laden with homemade explosives, soaring high above the distracting mobs on the ground, ready to throw their loads on the Hold's rooftops. They were quick, and could dart about like obnoxious, overgrown flies; there was no doubt they'd land a hit or two unchecked.