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"Oh,you could help me with alot of things, babydoll." He winked as he hauled out the MDA, noting how much lighter the construct was than his own. He'd never understood why Rey didn't opt for the same suit as him as they shared so many things, though he was probably the only one that didn't...

He gave a nod to the doctor as he passed and walked off grumbling, as he returned to storage to procure Rey's suit. Bah. If I do her enough favours the rest of my team will start thinking I'm a big softie. I'm a soldier damnit, not a packmule!

"...Have you lost the use of your legs?" He commented to his sister, raising a brow. "I'm not your squire, I'm your big brother." His somewhat stern words were short lived as he broke out into a grin again.

"Good, we can't be leaving good men and women behind just because we don't have a list, ey?" He fiddled with his watch boredly; he figured it was best to stay out of the bits he didn't understand; He'd never seen something saved from explosions by exploding more, but hey, he'd seen weirder...

"No longer than it takes you to get dressed up in the mornin'. Besides, I had a treasure map, I stand by my decision." He looked around the area at the debris; unfortunately, his expertise were not in analysis. all he saw was carnage and that was the extent of his thoughts on the matter.

"Movin' things. Roger that. It'll be just like haulin' all of Rey's suitcases to the cargo bay,ey?" He paused, his posture changing, mimicking his twin; interestingly, his voice was also a near perfect mockery. "Ray, do I bring the fluffy alpaca or another photo of the dog? Can I fit this in...

Ray was almost heartbroken as he had to dismount from his suit; he felt like(and to an extent looked like) megaman and that was not a feeling he wanted to give up easily. Granted, red and grey were not colours he thought suited him in combination, but with the power he felt rush through him, he...

Oh :):):):)... That downtimes gonna cost us.. "READY TO FIRE!" Ray hurriedly activated his rapid fire mainframe, slamming down on the trigger once more, aiming first for the cables. They desperately needed to sever that link. Activate Run it hot, activate brace for fire (roll incoming) then...

"AAAAAND WE'RE BACK ONLINE!" He grabbed a hold of his machine gun firmly after his brief respite. "Hold on sir, theres steam left in dear Misha yet!" He went to pull the trigger, but, well, nothing happened. nada. just a short buzz. "Ah crap...still overheating... Hold on sir, just a technical...

He took his hands off what was currently a white-hot machine gun, actually taking a moment to 'stretch his legs' as it were. Right now his best option was to simply wait for Misha to cool down. "We're not a bad team, ey?" taking the turn off, waiting for machine gun to cool down. His...

if its ok to do so, spend the 2 fate points needed to put me ahead of the claw bots in initiative. We're going to get blasted to smithereens if I don't.I tried posting this last night but ENWorld was down. if not, I can take the same action in my original initiative slot as I'd be doing the...

double post, apologies

Initiative Rollin' Note: I will happily spend as many fate points as it takes to go ahead of the smaller robots, as that roll is abysmal.

With a final nod to his Teammates, he scans the area, smirking in his suit as he spotted the perfect spot for deployment. "This must be our lucky day, ey Misha?" He patted his machine gun with one mechanically controlled palm, before moving and setting up 'Misha', in a spot that currently held...

"Guns please Meia. Big guns. As many as i can feasibly use for loadout." He grinned as he literally fell into his paxis suit. The bulky, somewhat squared off design was a farcry from the smooth curves of Rey's suit, dwarfing most of the others in the room. It appeared to have some form of...

Problems already? This can't bode well... Raymond rose from his seat as their squad leader gave the order, giving him only a short nod, as if trying to mask a rush of emotion. As he stood up he grabbed his sister's hand for a moment, squeezed hard, then let go as he followed Alexander's lead.

He looked somewhat bewildered after Alexander's 'speech', though shrugged it off, as he contemplated the more immediate matter at hand, the impending countdown. He raced to their quarters (Or rather, followed Arthur, Because he looked like he knew where he was going) and strapped himself in...

"Ey, you're not the one thats supposed to make things go bang. I'm the heavy weapons specialist. Rey may think she packs a punch, but put me on the back of a mounted turret and nothing will get within 20 metres of me alive guaranteed Mr. Baudric, I'll bet my special edition Zulu on it!" He...

"You wouldn't know culture if it hit you in the face, Rey. I'm sure these fine gentlemen are -very- interested in vintage cinematography. Well, more interested in it than, say, Alpacas." He mused. "Shouldn't our discussion be more one of tactics? What do we do? What do you do? Where do you want...

"Ey, Ah, That'd be Morrissette in the singular for now..." Came a voice as Raymond entered the room, map in hand as he checked he was indeed in the correct place. The part of the conversation he'd overheard certainly seemed to confirm that. "Mr Baudric and Mr Campbell, I presume? Raymond...