Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24684131-20151208064212/@comment-24684131-20160113113753

Watching for a moment as Mint left, Altan turned to his crew chief and raised an eyebrow, to which the older man simply replied with a nod.

Using the armour plating of the Crysys's left leg as a stepping stone, Altan swung himself into the cockpit. The generator started with a gentle whine almost as soon as he landed in the seat, and he wasted no time on booting up the systems. The chest cavity closed with a heavy clunk and clack of mechanisms locking him into the pitch black space.

"Generator: Active. Please stand by, for; Retinal, Projection." The lilting, mechanical voice of the Red Dawn's computer beeped out. Altan raised his head and opened his eyes wide. Lights blinked and flashed momentarily as the visual system booted, and suddenly he was looking towards the floor of the hangar. He gently manipulated the controls, causing his suit to stand and shift it's weight around, rolling it's shoulders like an athlete limbering up.

He started his walk, the smaller machine striding out into the daylight and starting to make it's way across the tarmac. "Scan for open frequencies with a Lapin Tech identifier." He said aloud, and was rapidly connected to channel one one. "Follow me. There's an area set up for us a short distance away, keep everyone nice and clear of the danger. Wouldn't want to hurt anyone or piss off the suits now would we?"