"Whatever I want, really."
SeanWolf wrote:Roarke nodded as Drake told him about the outside world. He had a slight feeling it was bandit country, but it was nice to have some actual confirmation. However, Roarke's train of thought was then interrupted as Drake revealed the two vehicles hidden under the tarps. Instantly, he was impressed at the sight of the two vehicles. Checking the one out closer, he said to Drake "Gotta say, these would give an army of M1 Abrams a run for their money. Heck, I'm pretty sure these puppies could survive an encounter with a xenomorph!" He laughs while continuing to look them over, taking in the absolute beauty of the machines. As he looked over the grenade launchers, he couldn't help but ask "What type of rounds do you usually put in these? HighEX or Napalm?"
Drake shrugged, reaching under the UGVs and flipping a sort of switch. He then started walking casually back towards the Headbanger. "The launchers are pretty much glorified potato cannons. HE, incendiary, flares... I once stuck a frag grenade in a bag of nails and fired it at a small zombie hoard. Cleared the way real quick."
He commented as he opened the driver door of his truck. "They fire anything that fits in the chamber and makes a good seal. Too small, the compressed air doesn't do squat and you end up with a live grenade two feet away. Too tight, and the chamber'll get plugged up and you'll have even worse problems."
He reached into the truck and pressed a few buttons on the dashboard.
The two armored drones lit up, their headlights turning on automatically, but without making a sound. "Toughest thing to work out was the engine. Sort of an ultra-hybrid of sorts. They run using a complex engine that consists of an Internal Combustion Engine, an electric motor, and a steam engine. If needed, I could run them with anything that burns if I don't mind it taking a few seconds to get started. Useful since gas can be hard to come by."
"Planning on using your claws against the dead too?"
Buster wrote:Mila gives a derisive snort as he lists the weaponry and tools. making a show of checking her claws for chips or dulled tips as he spoke. She was a tigress, not a human. she had been taught by her mother how to use tooth and claw to their proper potential, and didn't need those toys to do what came naturally.
our kangaroo friend meanwhile, spotting what Mila's doing groans and facepalms. the scaly passenger riding on her shoulders letting out a burst of half hissed laughter.
Zach commented, tilting his head. "The ghillie cape alone would help. Your bright orange coat might fool colorblind prey, but it's not much good on a zombie. But something designed to fool a human will fool a zombie too. They aren't that bright. Usually..."
He shrugged though, and continued on following along at a distance. "But oh well. Suit yourself. I'll probably find someone interested in the next town."
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It's not my job to pick a side.
It's not my job to judge your sins.
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