Lucas couldn't stand hearing the chairman speak. The guys must have thought he was such an intellectual, and that bothered him. Public speakers where nothing but slimey pieces of shit trying for nothing more then to increase their own potential for becoming whatever delusional type of dictator they wanted to be. That's what ran through Lucas' derranged mind every time he heard someone politically oriented in any way spoke publicly.

He was playing with a single round from his Mulcher held in between his fingers, his Mulcher sat in between his feet as it was to heavy to lay on his lap where he sat in the poorly cushioned seats of the King Raven. The minigun on their Raven was bigger then his Mulcher. It made him a bit upset to know that as soon as they where kicked off the King Raven that gun would be inaccessable. He'd have his Mulcher though, which gave him a sense of safety. Besides, as long as he was there it wasn't like a few Drones could do shit. He probably wouldn't even waste his Mulcher on normal Drones. He still had a Lancer and a Pistol. His helmet lay in his lap, staring at Lantern.

When Lantern finally finished his briefing, Lucas had to be the first to respond, and in his soft, American way he spoke.

"Lantern, are there only goin to be Seeders and Nemesist or is there something else I get to tear to shreds?"

He didn't want to let the demolitionist have all the fun, and Nemesist where to easy to kill. Besides, Seeders bothered him unless he had the Hammer. Even then the things w here to big to have a lot of fun manhandling. Couldn't tear it in half with his gun or take his chansaw to it. Same with Brumak's, though he'd never actually fought a Brumak without the minigun on the King Raven and a Hammer, which was a lot easier then some may think.

He began to feed the belt from the box attached to his back into the Mulcher at his feet. He unclipped a pocket at his chest and removed two clips for the Lancer, making sure they where in working order by poking his finger around inside. After judging them to be fit, he slipped them back into his pocket and clipped the pocket back down. He then reached to the rack in between his side of the chopper and the opposite seats, removing his Lancer and pointing barrel up to check inside of it in order to make sure nothing was blocking it. He then cocked it once and layed it across his lap after lifting his helmet to lay on top of it.

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I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings
Because flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door
A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown back wards from ten
When I reach one my family name will end

Falling down as windows pass I start to cry
And curse the day my parents laid...
In a bed of hopelessness where love was made
Please mark my grave unknown