𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗

OLD! Ain’t that what I said, you rat bastard!? [ A low grumble, rubbing the back of his neck——fingers sliding along aged augments. ] ( … ) ——Eh, piss off, Michigan. They’re healin’ up just fine, but that muckin’ nurse ain’t lettin’ me leave.

That a loud boss you guys got.

Heh! Best thing you’ve ever said to me since bein’ dragged around by your old punk ass.

[ Quaint little smile. 🙂* ]

OOOORAAAAAAAHHH!

[ eaghskfhr ]

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛. . .

//coming to think of it, acs are much smaller then early to mid uc suits. It'd be somewhat funny to have Mariana her fat ass Bawoo show up next to the RaD c2000

“Sorry to keep you waiting, [READER]. The mech support you requested is here.” Blaidd tears through the battlefield toward the front line, eliminating enemy infantry and armored combatants with each step of its legs and pull of its weapons’ triggers. “Get behind me.”

𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙁𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙏𝙤 𝘼 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘽𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤 𝘼 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘽𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙.