Snippet #2729349

The yellow eyes nodded at the Lt from under the armored cowl with a salute, "I'll have my waders ready for hell with bells on, Sir."

When he got to the tent it sank in his height was off as he had to duck to get in the door. Not much, but just enough that he was taller than average. The commando engineers tended to pack exosuits over snakeskin armor to loft 15kg of gun and ammo not to mention pound through doors and other things. He might have run halfway here but exos weren't all that fast. His was now something integrated in between with more range of motion to the power assist. The slits his armor glowed yellow inside showing him in the dark one-handing by top handle a damned 35kg self-charging minigun marked with dusky blue. The design of the minigun looking Gorgon mostly by the recognizable parts it repeated for the multiple barrel system. Same with his armor. Some parts of both sported faint markings from his squad's possessions that'd been harvested to produce them. Who knew where the black robed bastards even got the designs from. A lot of Knight sitting here were in light fatigues by comparison.

He felt conspicuously overdressed.

If the noise stopped it was likely highlighted by his vitals monitor added to the ops board with a happy little death tone. At least until someone squelched it. The suit happily responded to control and analyst systems requests though its encryption keys were likely now dated if not marked for recall due to the mission that wiped the rest of his squad. he knew he'd be a bit of a giant database anomaly if the suit was dialing in at all. Gilbert just sighed inwardly and had the urge to try and remove his helmet again.

The armored face-plate looked at the closest sort not overly focused with something as the pinpricks of yellow let his voice through, "Private Gilbert reporting for duty. I heard you guys needed a stand up fusillade kind of engineer. Could you tell me where Sgt. Gladstone is?"