Stricken Steel
On the moon, drinking sparkling water.
Eight
Eight takes a seat in the bar and sits his rifle beside him. Basilio had asked him a question and Eight quickly turned to him. "Mercenaries in my world are feared for their ruthlessness and their ability to have a higher chance of completing something than a simple raider. Also, It's how we survive in that horrible Irradiated wasteland we still somehow call Earth. First of all, My nickname is Eight, I don't...really have a name. Secondly, What year is it? Third, How in the hell is Liberty Prime here!?" He asked Basilio quickly.
Logan Walker
Logan chuckled a bit at Garrus's remark and said, "Okay, But we gotta go through the vents. As for..." He stopped as he remembered Rorke killing his father Elias with a gunshot to his head as he and his brother hesh were forced to watch. "...Rorke...He'll get blown to hell. But, We gotta take the vents out, Then steal one of their CV-Twenty-Two Ospreys from out the courtyard. These vents lead up to the roof where we can jump down, Try to go for lethality. We don't want anyone noticing us. Here, I'll give you a boost." Logan's voice seemed to darken after mentioning Rorke's name.
Gabriel Rorke
Rorke walked back to the supply room where he grabbed a PVC pipe and a knife. "Oh, He'll speak after I'm done with him." Rorke said as he picked up what he needed and headed out the supply closet. "Fuckin' smart-ass is what he is..." Rorke grumbled as he carried all his 'tools' to the Interrogation room.
Nanosuit 2.0
Alcatraz had found a way to 'Utopia' and was being careful with every step he walked. First of all, He needed answers to what In the hell is happening or happened. Secondly, He was very pissed and could be easily angered if you messed with him. Many stared at him as he walked, Taking note of the clearly modified Super-Soldier. These so-called 'Taskforce members' reminded him of the CELL people from his world, Always wanting the upper hand in combat whilst trying to take the suit from Alcatraz, Which was close to Impossible.
Eight takes a seat in the bar and sits his rifle beside him. Basilio had asked him a question and Eight quickly turned to him. "Mercenaries in my world are feared for their ruthlessness and their ability to have a higher chance of completing something than a simple raider. Also, It's how we survive in that horrible Irradiated wasteland we still somehow call Earth. First of all, My nickname is Eight, I don't...really have a name. Secondly, What year is it? Third, How in the hell is Liberty Prime here!?" He asked Basilio quickly.
Logan Walker
Logan chuckled a bit at Garrus's remark and said, "Okay, But we gotta go through the vents. As for..." He stopped as he remembered Rorke killing his father Elias with a gunshot to his head as he and his brother hesh were forced to watch. "...Rorke...He'll get blown to hell. But, We gotta take the vents out, Then steal one of their CV-Twenty-Two Ospreys from out the courtyard. These vents lead up to the roof where we can jump down, Try to go for lethality. We don't want anyone noticing us. Here, I'll give you a boost." Logan's voice seemed to darken after mentioning Rorke's name.
Gabriel Rorke
Rorke walked back to the supply room where he grabbed a PVC pipe and a knife. "Oh, He'll speak after I'm done with him." Rorke said as he picked up what he needed and headed out the supply closet. "Fuckin' smart-ass is what he is..." Rorke grumbled as he carried all his 'tools' to the Interrogation room.
Nanosuit 2.0
Alcatraz had found a way to 'Utopia' and was being careful with every step he walked. First of all, He needed answers to what In the hell is happening or happened. Secondly, He was very pissed and could be easily angered if you messed with him. Many stared at him as he walked, Taking note of the clearly modified Super-Soldier. These so-called 'Taskforce members' reminded him of the CELL people from his world, Always wanting the upper hand in combat whilst trying to take the suit from Alcatraz, Which was close to Impossible.