Snippet #2728496

No credit chit, no ride, no comms hardware he could figure out how to use, and thrown out the hospital door in wing city. He awoke in mid-air barely remembering approaching some sewer machinery. As well as some jokers with weapons filling him full of holes while he lay there.

Dark robed men standing in the elevator only stayed for a few questions about his situation before he went quiet too long and they closed the door to leave. He knew where the LZ was with his machinegun as weird-looking as his armor was so better get back to Hq he supposed. What the hell happened! There were a lot more questions than answers and the hospital staff didn't know a damn thing. They did tell him that others were there looking for him.

Theoretically at least he had his sidearm to pass the time for that long walk. He could taste the dirt in a mouth he couldn't find and everything felt just plain warm. Some hour later he got the heebie jeebies when he could suddenly feel the outside of his armor with a dusty wind scraping across it. In order to keep his mind off the irrational need to itch everything he'd stripped the gun a bit to see the size changes and they'd turned the gun into some sort of ferrous capsule launcher at the center of a minigun. He wasn't even sure how it generated electricity but the thing was definitely live! Scorched his fingers on a damned huge white crystal armored in the handle with a lot of thin grey strings. Barrel was larger too with some half-nanite object regulating amperage. Frame of the chaingun was heavy as shit by the momentum moving it around but didn't feel that heavy to him holding it up. He was fairly sure it wasn't charged up yet so it couldn't fire but couldn't explain why he knew. Either way mucking with it passed the time until he managed to find someone to hitch a ride to the Rip. At least they were liked enough for the civvies to offer a ride to someone carrying a weird glowing chaingun. He did still have the gorgon's watch emblem on his shoulder.

They dropped him off as far as they'd get which wasn't too close given the hostile area. He double timed it up the long road eager to get to his squad and back to work. There was a mental reckoning coming for the shit he'd been into and putting it off seemed the very best plan right now. As he saw vehicles he recognized he stopped and raised two fingers straight into the air.

His voice was loud and angry, though it certainly was Maxwell's dulcet furor, emerging from pinpricks of amber light in his faceplate, "HEY! WHICH ONE OF YOU RAT FUCKERS TOLD THE CREEPY BASTARDS AT THE HOSPITAL TO 'TAKE CARE OF ME BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!'"

The chaingun hung by his side by its mid-handle more than large enough that he ought to need a husk to carry it, but the thick armor already made him fairly large.