*The weapons research colonists on the lunar outpost gregariously named "Lunacy" all look up as they hear a distant whisper that soon turns into a chest vibrating rumble. A moment later, a flash of light and sonic boom startles them all as they crouch and cover their eyes from the blinding light. A ground shattering smack shakes the facility as lights and research gear go flying through the dusty smelling, recycled air.
As the scientists get back on their feet and look out the cryo-glass windows they see a lone 70 ton drop pod half-way buried in the lunar dust not 400 meters away. The liquid hydrogen cracks and flashes off the pod, cooling it down violently from the re-entry heat. The pod doors explosively eject and one of the doors crashes into the side of the bio-recycling tower, spewing gray-green fermenting human waste and valuable recycle-organisms into the low gravity vacuum. Out of the pod steps 70 tons of neo-primal beauty, gleaming reflective armor, and hydraulic cylinders, all in the shape of a man.
The enemy weapons researchers know that their time is now at an end. They were warned, but the credit earning opportunity was just too good. They should have listened to their mothers and not gone off to do such dangerous work.
The infamous CSA battle commander, -=Capt. Weenie=-, has arrived, and his lasers are screaming for blood, metal, and hydraulic fluid. *
Hail brothers of old!
Friend me up in-game and lets do some group drops. In-game name: Capsta
Edited by Capsta, 27 August 2013 - 07:11 PM.