![]() Now get yer worthless ass over there and put it back on!” Normally when I am treated this way I take my good sweet time to do the repair but I was dead tired and just wanted to go home. ![]() Flamberge hasn’t liked me for as long as I can remember. “So what seems to be the problem?” I knew I was being a smart ass but I didn’t care. ![]() I got out of the MT and climbed down to meet Flamberge. That’s why he couldn’t fend off whatever shot his leg off. Not a very efficient design for a quadruped. I noticed the weapons he had also, a standard laser rifle, a small rapid fire back mounted plasma cannon, and a decent sized plasma sword. it’s paint job was fire engine red with orange and yellow flames going up the arms and legs. It wasn’t the best AC I had ever seen but it was one of the prettiest. It doesn’t drive like an AC either, there is just a cockpit with four foot pedals, a couple of joysticks and a multitude of buttons and levers.Īfter two and a half hours of flying and walking, I finally made it to the dessert where Flamberge’s AC was standing on it’s 3 remaining legs. It’s an ok MT, almost as tall as an AC, they are designed for heavy lifting and flight, not much in the way of armor, just enough to keep the pilot alive if an I beam fell on it. Turns out all of the shops transport trucks were either out of service or in use, so I had to take a construction MT to the job site. Welded to everything else.” I really didn’t need this today, a job like that could take all night and I was tired. I just got a call from Flameberge, he says during his last mission he got his one of his legs blown off my a plasma cannon. “I’m guessing nowhere right boss?” “Hehe you know it. I was almost out the door when my boss found me, “Hey Kur! Where do you think you’re going?” Damn, that just means more work. That’s about the only advantage to being a Global Cortex employee, if there is no work to be done you don’t have to stay. Today just sucks.Īfter I finished reattaching the head I decided to take off early. Now I have to climb 30 feet down to the ground and 30 feet back up. “Damn it!” it’s so frustrating when you drop a wrench. It really amazes me how he got so rich, he fails half the sorties he accepts and his AC comes back so torn up that I don’t think there is one panel of original armor on the whole thing. Well there I was, a 22 year old grease monkey working on some rich guys AC.
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