Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-24260323-20140523060137

Wearing his dress uniform and standing leaning against the warehouse entrance, Ferron quietly watched the demonstration of the C.A.S. The machine did a few poses for the journalists as the audience was entranced by the awe of it. He was actually surprised one of his friends got him an invitation to the event.

Ferron sighed as the audience began taking photos.

"Damn fools," he thought, "They always do try to masquerade tomorrow's death machines with an air of wonder."

He had seen far too many warmachines in his life. Machines that marched through minefields, armed with flamethowers; or machines that killed wantonly without regard. When people were building weapons for war, they could have been doing something productive like finding a way to peacefully resolve conflicts, or ending poverty with their industrial might.

But still, he had to admit that the C.A.S. was very impressive. Given the right tools, it could be converted to perform tasks that civilians could do such as search and rescue, engineering, or construction.

Removing himself from his position, he began to walk closer to the stage to get a better view of the C.A.S.