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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 5:50 pm
This bay is set up like all the others, its just used for Mechs that the Army owns and needs a place to store. These are the current Mechs stored here:
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:11 pm
The main blast door of the hanger ground open and two large trucks rolled in. The two hulking shapes of unknown mechs were covered by large brown tarps. The drivers backed the trucks up to two empty docking bays, ready to transfer their load to the docking clamps. The stablizers on the trucks lowered, preparing to lift their charges.
The drivers hopped out, going to watch the transfer. They helped each other rip the tarps off the trucks revealing the mechs. The mechs themselves were covered with cloaks. The men paused in awe after they took the tarp off the first one. They quickly recovered from their shock and continued their jobs.
The beds of the trucks levered up, pushing the mechs to a vertical position. The docking clamps seized the mechs and turned them around so their backs were at the wall. The many other docking systems indexed with proper systems. Then, the men drove the trucks out and locked the blast doors behind themselves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:08 am
The man that had met Ermor, also known as Searil, punched in the security code to open the door. As the door hissed open he waved Ermor forward. "After you." He says, smiling at Ermor.
Ermor went through the door and flicked the switches to turn on the lights. As the lights exploded on, the hulking forms of the two mechs came into view. "You had two of them made?!" He exclaims, spinning around to face Searil. "Well, they're two seperate versions." Searil explains, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
Never the less, Ermor marveled at the hulking forms. "These will come in handy for all sorts of missions." He says, caressing the cool metal of one of the machines. "What cockpit style do they use?" He asks, walking over to the elevator to get a closer look at the combat-specialized version. "Standard, uses the analog joystick style. There is also a neural jack as well, it greatly improves the performance." Ermor nodded in approval.
Placing his hand on the print reader, Searil opened the mech cockpit for Ermor to look at. "Mind if I sit in it?" He asks, pointing to the comfortable looking crashseat. Searil nods, pushing him forward.
Ermor flopped into the seat, removing the plastic dust covers from the brand new controls. "You like it, don't you?" Searil says. "Keep it, I'm giving the plans over to Tielen Industries for the credits. I'll make more than enough money to cover both of these babies." Ermor beamed, hopping out of the cockpit after replacing the dust covers again.
"I'll let you buy me a drink anyway."
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