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The mission wasn’t ideal for Gaz, he was a veritable tank of a creature and he loved to don his brightly coloured armour. Unfortunately for him it would all be hidden beneath the required enviro-suit, however he thought it looked quite [i]snazzy[/i] once he had put it all on. Clearly Fungai by design, his helmet looked like a wooden box with a pane of glass awkwardly fitted to it. From that, what could only be described as black bags held together with duct tape, covered the rest of his body. Over his shoulders were straps to hold a large metal crate to his back, several flashing lights and various doodads, with a hose connected to his finely crafted helmet.

[color=fff200]"I lookz da biz!"[/color]

With two car battery looking devices strapped to his thick metal boots, Gaz headed to meet up with the others aboard the Fang. His rough face had a toothy grin to it, almost drowned by the smugness he felt for how he looked. The shimmer of the lights reflecting from the glossy exterior of his enviro-suit made him smile. 

[color=fff200]"None of da 'umies on 'ere look dis good!"[/color]

As he approached the Fang he ducked down underneath the top of bulkhead door, stepping through and greeting the others with his usual charm. He gave a slack salute and reached out to fist bump everyone, even though his hands were multiple times bigger than the others.

[color=fff200]"'Ello der boyz! 'Owz it 'angin?"[/color]

Gaz settled into his seat, which just happened to be two close together, and soon enough the crew had launched and were heading towards their destination. It wasn't long before Silas tried to break the silence with a question about their targets cargo. He proposed some sort of retaliation for stealing tech, Gaz let out a bellowing laugh that echoed wildly throughout the vessel.

[color=fff200]"Silly 'umie! Dis is all about da money."[/color] Gaz gestured with his free hand, rubbing his index finger and thumb together. [color=fff200]"Deez idiots were shippin' stolen credz an' da ownerz wanted it back."[/color] Gaz attempted to scratch his chin but only found the glass pane. A look of confusion spread across Gaz's face and for a moment he tried to scratch his chin again before remembering the pane of glass was there. He let out a grunt before continuing on. [color=fff200]"It don' matter though...as long as der is fightin' and brawlin' Gaz is gonna be 'appy!"[/color]