Post by The Harbinger on Aug 1, 2015 19:46:47 GMT
The room door slid open, a short, charcoal mech entering the plain room. He sighed gently as he looked around, his optics scanning over the barren surfaces.
"Hmph..." he breathed as he set down a large crate at the furthest end of the room, "guess this'll have to do..."
He spoke with a thinly veiled Scottish accent - it also happened so that his name was similar to the Celtic word for Death.
He reached for the crate, pressing a small button on its rim. It started to open and expand, the sides and roof splitting open as it transformed into an armour chock full of various grenades and gadgets. The only weapon however was a large folded Scythe that was held up to the back.
He looked around the quarters, "I ain't gonna get to decorating tonight!" he chuckled looking towards the now closed door, "maybe I should go to the bar?"
"Hmph..." he breathed as he set down a large crate at the furthest end of the room, "guess this'll have to do..."
He spoke with a thinly veiled Scottish accent - it also happened so that his name was similar to the Celtic word for Death.
He reached for the crate, pressing a small button on its rim. It started to open and expand, the sides and roof splitting open as it transformed into an armour chock full of various grenades and gadgets. The only weapon however was a large folded Scythe that was held up to the back.
He looked around the quarters, "I ain't gonna get to decorating tonight!" he chuckled looking towards the now closed door, "maybe I should go to the bar?"