Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24487330-20150205173956

The fight to the MS hangar was thankfully less eventful than Camo had anticipated; while he and his sniper crew were certainly kept busy picking off slavers from the rooftops, the others met barely any resistance on the ground. Once they were all inside, the archer led his cadre back down to the streets to follow Bergen into the hangar, leaving only a couple rear guards behind to keep an eye on the entrance. The rest kept to the trail of bodies left behind by the capable fighters, salvaging from them whatever gear they could use along the way. By the time they reached the others in the hangar bay, they'd collectively procured several usable radios and a large amount of spare ammo, which they distributed among the fighters who couldn't pilot.

Camo knew that he'd be an easy mark in his current state, so he rushed to the docks and sought out a mobile suit to commandeer. Most of them seemed too "heavy assault-ish" for his tastes, but he did eventually come across a decent-looking model that would suit his style: a GM Sniper II, armed with a long rifle and targeting visor for ultra-long-range sniping. It had a pragmatic camouflage paint scheme that he really liked, too, and not just because it would probably blend in really well with the local flora. He opened the hatch to its chest-mounted cockpit and leaped inside, closing it around him before examining the control and assessing its capabilities...

The user interface seemed familiar to practice models Camo had piloted in simulations and field exercises in the past. He powered on the dashboard and started checking the various controls, noting that fuel levels and ammo counts were both nearly full. Fortunately for his sanity, it appeared that the previous owner hadn't messed with the climate control or sensitivity presets. As he fired up the mobile suit's primary motor functions and sensors, though, he saw a message flash across his HUD:

[USER REGISTRATION REQUIRED] [PLEASE ENTER PILOT NAME] [AND UNIT DESIGNATION]

It took a minute or so, but Camo eventually came up with a good callsign and entered it into the prompt before saving it. A few seconds later, a response appeared on the display:

[REGISTRATION CONFIRMED] [PILOT NAME: CAMO VANCE] [UNIT DESIGNATION: HEIAN PREDATOR]

A wicked grin spread across Camo's face as the mobile suit came to life and the controls slipped into his hands. It was a perfect fit for him, and he muttered so under a distempered breath as he turned to the others and waited to hear about their next move...