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| Gray | Nov 27 2010, 06:57 PM |
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Name: Ann Gillars Power Armor: Rasveht Facton: Barcalow Knights In the rush to assemble a team and get a vehicle out to the Tesla Industries compound, someone dropped the ball. No one knew exactly what had happened. The general consensus of the people in the Line Breaker was that because this was Ranger territory then they must have something to do with the incident. The other possibility was that they might have even owned the facilities in question and were using them as a trap of some kind. Ann was a subscriber to the latter theory. She had been pretty much been at the right place at the right team when the distress signal went out, and largely due to a lack of alternatives, was allowed to board the tank with the rest of the power armor users. Ann quickly regretted volunteering though. A blind operation did not suit her in the slightest, and once she found out how blind they all were, panic had slowly been creeping in. The young woman tried to hide it by engrossing herself in examining her armor but the words of her comrades kept her internal distress building. But then Apollo appeared. She didn't know much about the man beyond the fact that he was one of their own but it was enough. Just having another armor in the looming fight would not have been enough to calm her down but Apollo's commanding presence did the trick. When things were over, she planned to thank him but for the time being she kept her facade of coolness on. The facade remained on in full force as the five bits slid off her armor's backpack and unfolded into full blown copies. Each one had its own personality, and at Apollo's command, the now six strong group began to fan out as one. |
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