From his place at the head office of CAMP, Mark Stirling had a fantastic view of the latest set of pilots as they and their mechs arrived. Six separate dropships bearing the logos of their respective companies could be seen docking in the landing bay, their thrusters blasting clouds of dust off the ground as the unloaded their precious payloads. Several armed guards emerged from the complex, forming a rather serious looking welcome party. Stirling made note of which companies had made the cut this time. A few he recognised, Garland industries, Apollo Heuro Tanks and Crusader technology limited were all here, the names of which he recognized. That was a promising start, these days Aikvo’s government had been forced to take on many less experienced pilots, many of which simply aren’t up to scratch.
A mighty sigh escaped the pilot’s lips as he swiveled his chair away from the window, directing his gaze back to the massive pile of paperwork he had been filling in all morning. War was tough and all but he preferred gun fire to this boring business crap any day. The sheer amount of emails he had to answer just to get the bloody sparring arena fixed was driving him insane, the amount he would have to answer if one of these numb nuts died…well he would rather die himself. A chime from an ancient clock sitting in the corner of the room was a dull reminder that he should really get ready to go greet the newbies, the team would be expecting him to make an appearance.
The sound of Fletcher’s heart beating incredibly fast was amplified massively by the almost empty metal room he was sitting in. The hanger was incredibly large, the ceiling was so high that even the largest of mechs would be able to stand up in here with no problem. But that was the point after all. The only movement came from various androids wearing high Vis jackets who were shifting crates of various ammunitions and ballistics around the place. Not just human sized munitions either, it was with mild amusement that Fletcher watched one unlucky android struggle to lift a huge sniper round almost the same size as itself.
“Where are they Fletch? You told me we wouldn’t be the only ones.” Came the soothing sound of X’s Russian accent as the pyromaniac mech came to life, the various lights that adored her chassis glowing now that she had reactivated.
“Cool your jets there girl, they’ll get here. They wouldn’t let us fight this war on our own you know.” Fletcher smirked, slapping the metal shoulder guard of his companion. From his perch on her arm he had a fantastic view as the rest of the pilots and their mechs began to arrive.
(@Ry_Burst @MegaAbsol @Keybored , sorry if this is pretty crappy but I'm still kinda dead XD)
A mighty sigh escaped the pilot’s lips as he swiveled his chair away from the window, directing his gaze back to the massive pile of paperwork he had been filling in all morning. War was tough and all but he preferred gun fire to this boring business crap any day. The sheer amount of emails he had to answer just to get the bloody sparring arena fixed was driving him insane, the amount he would have to answer if one of these numb nuts died…well he would rather die himself. A chime from an ancient clock sitting in the corner of the room was a dull reminder that he should really get ready to go greet the newbies, the team would be expecting him to make an appearance.
The sound of Fletcher’s heart beating incredibly fast was amplified massively by the almost empty metal room he was sitting in. The hanger was incredibly large, the ceiling was so high that even the largest of mechs would be able to stand up in here with no problem. But that was the point after all. The only movement came from various androids wearing high Vis jackets who were shifting crates of various ammunitions and ballistics around the place. Not just human sized munitions either, it was with mild amusement that Fletcher watched one unlucky android struggle to lift a huge sniper round almost the same size as itself.
“Where are they Fletch? You told me we wouldn’t be the only ones.” Came the soothing sound of X’s Russian accent as the pyromaniac mech came to life, the various lights that adored her chassis glowing now that she had reactivated.
“Cool your jets there girl, they’ll get here. They wouldn’t let us fight this war on our own you know.” Fletcher smirked, slapping the metal shoulder guard of his companion. From his perch on her arm he had a fantastic view as the rest of the pilots and their mechs began to arrive.
(@Ry_Burst @MegaAbsol @Keybored , sorry if this is pretty crappy but I'm still kinda dead XD)
