Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150403120300/@comment-26104528-20150404004757

''I've always liked bullheads; Nice and roomy. Shame Flagg doesn't maintain any for themselves. ''Stahlfritz thought as he finalized gear checks. He did a little jig just to make sure his armor was fitted properly. Sturmhund's internals were given one final clean and check before Fritz closed the rifle back up. All nine of his magazines were in their proper place across his armor. Seven were packed with acidic rounds and the last two of them were loaded with High Explosive ammo for hairy situations. Both his claw/pistol gauntlets were functioning as usual, and his grenade farbricator had blue, green and yellow dust cans loaded for Acidic, Flashbang, and Cryogenic. Jumpkit was at maximum fuel capacity and CATSAI unit reported no anomalies.

"ETA 5 minutes. You ready back there, kid?" asked the pilot.

Stahlfritz's only response was a crack of his neck and a small smirk as he pulled himself up to face the bullhead's side door.