Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140906215813/@comment-7489529-20140912021813

As the group neared the end of the hangar, Halvard stopped the group to look at his mobile suit.

"There she is... Damn, ain't she a beaut. Lady and gentlemen, the Jagged Creighton."

Halvard's mobile suit stood there, lifeless (for now) as a worker sprayed on the sigma logo on the brown-and-silver shoulder. The unit had no waist-skirt, sacrificing storage area for mobility. A pair of large hammer-like weapons were crossed behind the power facotry in the backpack. The head had a pair of ridges, curving over the head and ending flat, with two barrels pointing out of each one.

"A custom-made Creighton model. When the UWG had to choose a new standard MS, they chose the Viking over this. However, I find it to suit my piloting style like a glove. I have modified it with 4 vulcans, in stead of the standard two. It is equipped with a basic machine pistol with a high rate of fire, and a pair of Railsplitters. I like to get close, which seems to be contrary to the norm here."

As he finished the tour, a voice came on over the PA.

"Sigma Team, Mount your Mobile Suits and prepare to board the shuttle. You are due for transport to the Mauna Loa Mass Driver in 1 hour."

Smiling broadly, Halvard turned to his new team.

"Alright gang, let's suit up! You heard the man!"

A pair of high-ranking officers walked by.

"Uh, erm, Sigma Team! Dismissed! Report to your Mobile Suits and be ready to move outside!"

With a wink, he dashed off to the hangar area where the Jagged Creighton was kept. He shouted up to the man painting the shoulder.

"How's the fuel cell?"

"You have a 12-hour charge, sir!"

"Good enough!"

Halvard put a foot on a railing, then leapt up to the cockpit of the MS.