[IC] Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

[Gisk]

Only one of the little group was inclined to return Leon's introduction, but he wasn't super miffed about that. He knew Olympia, and the other guy was giving everyone a pretty good idea of who he was with his all out charge.

Sioma was next out of the gate, but opted to follow Cassius' mech into the sky. The battlefield did not look to favor Leon; he would have preferred to fight one of those hulking clunkers in the sky where he'd have the advantage, but Cassius was opening fire on the only flyer, and Leon wasn't fond of catching a friendly bullet.

His next choice was the flanker. From his high position, he had a great look at it, but he knew if he charged it like the brute was doing, he'd lose an arm.

Sioma whipped out its side arm, and using its superior aiming, fired toward the flanking mech. But Leon wasn't aiming for the machine, he was leading it, with some extra room. His intent was to whip up a dust cloud to ruin the machine's targeting ability.

When the cloud was up, he fired his 150mm guns, and then flew in an arch, meaning to appear from the brute's off hand side(hopefully unseen through the dust cloud) and jab at it with his plasma cutter.

[Skepic]

@FallenTrinity@BurningCold

"and since you want to put your two fucking sense in as well without giving any significant input I'm going to say this. I will have no problem on this mission overriding any commands you give if you compromise the integrity of this collective group and put us at risk. Finally, should you turn your guns on me, I'll shoot you in the head myself with two-hundred and fifty fucking five millimeters of HVAP round. See if you recuperate from that hole in the fucking head now-" Mason, the man who never asked for this, said, before redirecting his wrath at Hawthorne.

Alexi simply shrugged and smiled smugly at him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, if you think that's all you need to stop me. But don't worry, super duper captain, as long as I'm happy and getting paid, you wont be my new trophy sitting on my wall." Naive as this man may be in her eyes, she simply decided to let it slide. Mr. Spec ops with the goatee was going to have to learn the hard way like everyone else. Besides, were does this man get off from, thinking noncombatants don't count. Simply crossing her arms, Alexi just let the sheriff dude finish the briefing before standing up finally, stretching her back with a sigh. The sheriff had made it clear to get goin, and Alexi was getting anxious anyway just sitting in this war room watching two men measure each other's dicks.

"Come on, doggy, we need to go play nice with the locals while Mr. Super Spec Ops guy here does his thing." she said, motioning ot Hawthorne as she walked out towards her mech. Alexi smiled as she approached "The Butcher", running her hand along the large blade that was sheathed at its side. Bloodstained still covered its edge, having built up over the years giving it a perfectly sinister look. However, much of the internals were new, having needed to be replaced after the incident. With a sigh of nostalgia, she climbed up into her mech.

"Alright, lets go meet and greet."