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Roy frowned. He hated the killing, so he avoided it the best he could. Unfortunately, he could not always escape from taking lives. He had found that out the hard way, as he stood over the fallen wreckage of an enemy mech. "Shit...." he said, standing over the burning machine. He made his mech bend down and pick up it's combat knife out of the enemy mech's cockpit. He made sure to have stabbed it just above the pilot, but the flames from a gas leak burned him alive. Putting the knife back into it's slot on the side of his mech, Roy turned and walked away.

Pressing a couple buttons, Roy watches as a metal layer slides down over the thick glass cockpit window. He was at the Mercenary's tavern, where all the Mercenary's for the Earth Federation gathered to talk, drink, and rest. Roy was never one for drinking, but always open for a nap, so he reclined in his seat and drifted off......