SirOni
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Re: Tales Of The Universe
The metal giant lay on the floor, unmoving as the dust and smoke cleared and would appear to an outside observer that whatever or whoever it was is now dead or has malfunctioned.
Inside though was a different matter entirely.
John, restricted by his armour grumbled quietly to himself as he struggled against the suits articifial limbs to test them to see if power still ran to them. Once realising his suit had failed on him yet again John let out a sigh of discontent.
Leaning his head forward, or in this instance upwards, John chins a button on his helmet. A reboot initialisation, this slowly goes through the process of rebooting all systems of his MJOLNIR battle suit. For John though the wait seemed like an eternity as he was currently a sitting duck for whatever may be lingering outside.
As life came back to the power armour the small gathering would notice a crackle of static electricity cover the length of the armour before it began to stir. The green clad figure slowly rose to his feet, seemingly assessing the situation and the creatures that had gathered around him. The giants hand slowly made its way to its holstered pistol, though noticing that none of them have made a move to attack him he quickly relaxed his arm.
"Where...where am I?" A strong, masculine voice crackled out of the helmet of the suit. Then, as if remembering a long ago trained in instinct the man snaps to attention. "Master Chief Petty Officer John-117." The armour clad man says, giving his position in what can be assumed to be the military the man comes from as well as his name. The numbers however would most likely have no meaning to anyone in the group.
The metal giant lay on the floor, unmoving as the dust and smoke cleared and would appear to an outside observer that whatever or whoever it was is now dead or has malfunctioned.
Inside though was a different matter entirely.
John, restricted by his armour grumbled quietly to himself as he struggled against the suits articifial limbs to test them to see if power still ran to them. Once realising his suit had failed on him yet again John let out a sigh of discontent.
Leaning his head forward, or in this instance upwards, John chins a button on his helmet. A reboot initialisation, this slowly goes through the process of rebooting all systems of his MJOLNIR battle suit. For John though the wait seemed like an eternity as he was currently a sitting duck for whatever may be lingering outside.
As life came back to the power armour the small gathering would notice a crackle of static electricity cover the length of the armour before it began to stir. The green clad figure slowly rose to his feet, seemingly assessing the situation and the creatures that had gathered around him. The giants hand slowly made its way to its holstered pistol, though noticing that none of them have made a move to attack him he quickly relaxed his arm.
"Where...where am I?" A strong, masculine voice crackled out of the helmet of the suit. Then, as if remembering a long ago trained in instinct the man snaps to attention. "Master Chief Petty Officer John-117." The armour clad man says, giving his position in what can be assumed to be the military the man comes from as well as his name. The numbers however would most likely have no meaning to anyone in the group.