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Pilot:
Name: Azai Cislacen | Race: Oni
Appearance:

Personality: Generally rather gloomy or inexpressive, uses as few words as possible, mentions self in the third-person
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODUUEMpMwzg

Mech:
Callsign: "Jackhammer" | Type: Mobile Suit
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/1EUzAlL.jpg
Loadout/abilities: 25mm Modular Caseless Automatic Rifle, head-mounted .50 caliber compact HMG, 6 Anti-Tank grenades, Anti-armor knife
Pilot:
Name: Azai Cislacen | Race: Oni
Appearance:

Personality: Generally rather gloomy or inexpressive, uses as few words as possible, mentions self in the third-person
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LS7k3G_6IjE

Mech:
Callsign: "Jackhammer" | Type: Mobile Suit
Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/1EUzAlL.jpg
Loadout/abilities: 25mm Modular Caseless Automatic Rifle, head-mounted .50 caliber compact HMG, 6 Anti-Tank grenades, Anti-armor knife
@Devol Found you a better image for Gudako

https://i.imgur.com/yEpSweT.png
Leadslinger had been taking her time as usual in her travels. She found the silence eerie, and made sure to take the less open routes on her way out. She checked the map periodically to ensure she was going the right way. Her teammates dots were always shown but the enemy dots only appeared when they fired. Which meant that anyone who was that smart knew to hold their fire if they were planning an ambush. She had to actually open the map from her menu in order to find her team's positions and move to them. It was a long haul, but better she got there late than not at all.

Leadslinger eventually heard the echoing gunfire from the firefight and knew she was getting close. The had to be really careful now, and made sure to check the map more and more. She waited until one dot kept appearing in the same position in sequence with the amount of fire she was hearing. Well, if they were going to stay in the same place, then she would teach them that she should have people either watching her back or she should have more situational awareness. From the sounds of it, the attacker had an LMG of some sort. She poked her head out and couldn't tell if anyone was watching her, so she moved around to get a better view.

In the time it took her to scout the machine-gunners position, the girl would need to reload soon. Leadslinger, satisfied that she couldn't see anyone around as they were dealing with her other three teammates, took her rifle and slung it over her shoulder before pulling one of her M67 fragmentation grenades off her belt. She pulled the pin, let the spoon fly off, and counted to two. From her position it wasn't a far throw, which allowed her to chuck the thing underhanded like a really small bowling ball and rolled it right under the girl's legs. Since green stuck out like a sore thumb, Leadslinger quickly ducked behind some pipes and took her rifle back out. She stayed crouched and thumbed the selector to full-auto, mentally preparing her to burst out and gun down anyone who came to look for her.
Posting Friday. Will be in recovery mode for a while after tomorrow.
I work full-time midnight shift. Got two twelves coming up for Wednesday and Thursday.
How the fuck do you ship someone with themselves.
Oh great, now we’re doing shipping.
"We're up against that girl? Oh, great."

Leadslinger mumbled to herself after she logged in and was put onto her team when she loaded the game up. Her character was immediately thrust into the tournament she had been unwittingly Shanghaied into at the last minute when some of KissShot's team members flaked out at the last second. She still had no idea how it happened, but here she was facing down the famous, or infamous depending on your perspective, Gudako. Well, she wasn't about to be another clip for her highlight reel, that was for damn sure.

She spawned in at The Mill. Perfect. Separated already. Not to mention being in an urban environment did not suit her at all. She lived to run through jungles, and get into ambushes at night. She checked her gear first and foremost. M16A1, M1911A1, M7 bayonet, grenades. All good. She knocked one of her 20-round magazines on her helmet a few times and then slammed it into the magwell. A quick pull of the charging bolt once she thumbed the selector to semi-automatic and she was locked and loaded.

But they'd be going up against a lot of people and right now, she needed to make her way to the rest of her team. Well, that was the price she paid for loading in late. Leadslinger took off and worked her way onto the radio chat with the translator.

"Leadslinger. I've been separated. Moving to nearest friendly."

She stepped off quick, but didn't run. She had to keep her ear out for any footsteps beyond her own. Last thing she wanted to do was run into one of those parkour spray-and-pray types alone. She periodically brought up her map every so often just to make sure that yes, she was in fact the only one in the Mill at this moment.

"Everyone from here on until I get out is gonna be hostile. Great. Guess I better be ready to ruin someone's day."
I’ll post tonight. Gotta get back into a midnight shift schedule but a random 4-man team seems good to me.
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