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"Are you.... offering me a job?" Darquesse blinked. This was certainly new. She'd killed a lot of people (a LOT of people), and none of them had ever decided to offer her a job. Especially a job in what appeared to be a Star Wars-esque galactic empire of sorts. The second most stunning part of this entire situation is that the idea of this job was sounding kind of enticing. She didn't really need a mech, of course, but despite this she really wanted one. She'd always loved the shiny toys. "You know, I kind of like you. But I don't work for anyone. I just happened to see things exploding, and figured it'd be fun to join in." Darquesse explained her situation, shrugging as if being transported into an alternate reality was an everyday occurrence for her. It wasn't, of course. But he didn't need to know that.

"So, let's say I accept this job. I get to have a mech, and all the cool toys I want. And judging from the situation..." Darquesse waved a hand at the mass battle occurring not too far from where the two stood "you want me to go and punch all of those guys, right? Yeah, I can do that." She chuckled, as she realized this was her first job offer. In her mundane life she'd always expected to end up working at McDonalds. Who knew she'd be soliciting for fighting space battles? This day was getting more and more interesting. "The name's Darquesse. Some people call me the Worldbreaker, but I like to think we're on a first-name basis. So I'm thinking ima go punch all those folks, and you tell your people to start building me that mech, yeah? Make sure it's black. I like black. Fits with the theme, you know?"