2067:The New Order

[Ryan Naismith]

Miles sighed as he began to type condolence letters, sent to the trooper's families, and love ones. This time, they all circles around how they were betrayed by a robot, the whole of grey squad being completely decimated... And he found these as a slightly effective way of venting. He still wanted to send that damned thing to computer hell, but less so now. It was less like a gash, and more like a throbbing ache... Which was better, but still not good.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sat on a trashcan, and watched the foot traffic. They payed him very little mind, as he looked like a hobo.

[Fenox Helkiin]

A few days later Aakor had finally developed a prototype of his original suit. "Ahh now I need a test subject...."

[Ryan Naismith]

The admiral had decided to check on Aakor's progress. He was confident he wouldn't try anything; his guards were now equipped with silenced ballistic rifles.
"Hello there, Tigaris." He said "how's the armor going?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray had wandered the streets for a while, before walking into the Parabella building. He held out an order form, and smiled. "I requested a Grand Lancer a few days ago, and I've yet to get it." The receptionist nodded, and brought him to the rear of the building. Ray smiled, as he spotted the bot in question; A towering mountain of metal plates, and an indestructible endo-skeleton.  He stepped towards it, and activated it. The Lancer looked down, and boomed. "Grand Lancer online. What is my purpose?" Ray chuckled. "The liberation of all Hollow Children." The Lancer jostled it's 25mm cannon, and hefted it's shield. Ray climbed up the metal behemoth, and rode it outside. He began uploading a special file called 'Enlightenment' to all Hollow Children in the area.


One of the Dendarii communications specialists, by the name of Guiseppe, witnessed the influx of wireless communication within the city. He immediately called the Admiral.

[Fenox Helkiin]

"I've made a prototype and it's ready for testing." Aakor gestures to the suit on the table.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hmm..." Miles said, walking over to it "how do I get into it?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed, realizing that the Hollow Children around here were much older models, and couldn't receive files. He climbed down the Grand Lancer, and sent it back to Parabella. He stopped sending files, and sat. "I can't win."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Well it's symbiotic so it moulds to your body." Aakor walked over and pushed Naismith's paw away from the suit. "Careful. I need to make sure that I've calibrated it correctly to not kill it's host."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sat on a dumpster, and waited for someone to get him. Either the salvage crews, maybe even the Denarii group. Ray felt like he needed to explain that he wasn't himself.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Oh." Miles says, stepping away from the armor and gesturing for trooper Irons, a grizzly bear, to try it on. The grizzly best shakes his head, to which Naismith said "you'll receive a suit of this armor for free... If it's as good as this guy says it is." And then the grizzly bear walked up to it nervously, and stood there, unsure of what to do.

He had received a call from collins, an intelligence officer of his "well, we've found ray. He's sitting in an obvious place, like he wants to be found... Should we send a commando squad, sir?"
"Yes." He replied "full combat load out."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Just touch the suit trooper." Aakor said as he tried not to laugh.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed, and started walking around, unsure of what to do. He felt conflicted with himself, constantly fighting the urge to tear someone apart.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Understood..." Trooper irons said, poking the suit with a nervous finger

A dendarii combat dropship came screaming towards ray. It turned on a floodlight, and said loudly over the PA "this is the dendarii! Keep your hands where we can see them!"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed, and weighed his options. The Dendarii ship would obviously be armed, and he couldn't run that fast. But if they caught him, he'd most likely be disassembled, and left to rust.