Alberts: Well, I presume you can do a better job, then.
-When the footage resumes, Oliver and his friends are in full battle kit. They march through drifting snow and blowing wind, surrounded by several other squads of Militia Riflemen and Spectres, and flanked on either side by a few Titans-
Marvin: Christ, it's cold out here.
Oliver: Oh wow. Squad Lead's complaining about something!
Marvin: Hey, Mauler, do you want to lose your combat paycheck?
Constance: Don't mind Hoss, Mauler. He just bitches whenever the temperature drops below freezing.
Marvin: I'll steal your pay too, Doorkicker! You just fucking watch me!
Anita: At least we got cold weather gear. This is almost nice.
Oliver: Deadeye, you're exactly as cold as a sniper should be. Every time I go into your cabin it's like ten degrees. I'm pretty sure you're just a disguised frost giant.
Clarence: Guys, we're all bickering at each other, but the real enemy are those damn Pilots. They get to sit in their nice and climate-controlled Titans and not feel an inch of freeze. Fuckers.
-The squad shares a short laugh. For a moment they're silent, the other sounds mostly just being radio check-ins, discussions between other parties of grunts, and the Titans' footfalls. This is broken when one of the Titans points forwards at smoke in the distance-
Marvin: Eyes and rifles up, squad! Looks like we've found what we came here for. Get ready for a fight!
-And so there is a fight. It's pretty violent, and brutally short, and Oliver bites a dude in the throat to break a grapple before throwing him at a friendly Titan to crush, but everyone gets away alive and the IMC gets humiliated-
-The footage fast-forwards yet again at this point-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Alberts: Well, radiation tends to cause damage to humans in significant enough qualities.
-The footage resumes as Oliver and the team put all of their equipment back in the armory. Snow is still coating them as they pull their gear off, having only spent about seven minutes outside of the snowy biome-
Oliver: Jesus. Normally deployments last a bit longer than that.
Marvin: Well, I'm just glad I was able to get in and out like that pretty quick.
Anita: Hey, Ollie, next time leave some for the rest of us, huh?
Oliver: Wait, what?
Marvin: You kinda splatted anyone who tried getting close to us. I'm pretty sure I didn't get one kill down there.
Anita: He's got a point, you were like a machine. Tore everyone who got close apart. I'm pretty sure you were screaming at them.
Oliver: I... I was?
Clarence: Yeah. I remember when that one IMC guy took you by surprise and tackled you over, so I ran over to boot him off of you, but just when I got close you just like leaned out and bit his throat off! And then you hurled him at that one Scorch! That was kinda brutal. Ignore those squares, I gotta respect that.
-Oliver remains silent for a few seconds as the team puts their equipment back-
Oliver: H-hey, uh, guys? I gotta head over to my room for a second. I'll be back in a bit, alright?
-Marvin stares at Oliver for a few seconds-
Marvin: Alright. Get your stuff done, Oliver.
-Oliver leaves. You can faintly hear him hyperventilating as he heads back towards his room-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ironscales: Alright, I'm going, I'm going!
-sits down, clearing his throat-
So. A bit of background first. The year is two thousand two hundred and eighty-whatever, and I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life, yeah? I'm just wandering the wasteland, managing to scrounge up some caps with mercenary jobs here and there, when I can take 'em...
-Shakes his head to Albert- Nah, the Only Quantum here is the one between my claws, sorry!
edited 11th Aug '17 5:45:56 PM by FokiasTheJester
Ironscales: The jobs and my wanderin' eventually brought me further and further east. Indiana and Michigan passed by like a blur. Chased a mark through Ontario all the way to Toronto. Stayed here for a couple weeks before getting chased out of Ontario after racking up a significant booze tab. Had a brief stop at Niagara Falls before running through New York, all the way to Massachusetts. Which is where I took the fuckin' job that started it all.

Alberts: Running with the wrong crowd, hm?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."