The Blinder
Lok walked through the halls, she looked around, realizing she had left her slippers, she heard arguing and decided to go see who it was.
Good to be back
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
"Don't look at me, I wasn't the guy who designed that walkin' trash heap. 'Sides, it was designed to last multiple encounter with low maintenance. Sure it may get hit, but it can take those hits repeatedly. Anyways it doesn't really matter, we're all on the same team aren't we? So, Sergeant, would you like to join me for lunch? I suddenly have a hankerin' for more tea."
Looks at his empty teacup dissapointedly.
GIVE ME YOUR FACE
Iron Father
Jack nodded, "we could use some chow before the service starts," The three marines got in line and waited to get something warm in their guts.
The flesh is weak!
Natalya clambered into her mech and closed the cockpit before flicking on each system manually to see if they were working perfectly. When satisfied, she shut her mech down and clambered to the ground and headed back to her room.
The Blinder
Loke walked in, the Masked man and someone she didn't recognize were talking. "Hello?"
Good to be back
Iron Father
Rorschach turned towards the odd girl he had met earlier, "hurm, we meet again."
The flesh is weak!
"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." Jack replied, "besides, the bigger your mech is, the easier it is to hit."
The flesh is weak!