[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Red Strike (Ro'Kun)[/color][/center][/h2] 

Ro'Kun followed Omega and looked around curiously, drinking in the sights and the R&D peeps. He heard Omega talk about the 'you-know'what' and initially thought they meant he needed a cup for his suit. Ro'Kun knew HE needed one. Spandex didn't fit with his junk very well. "[b]R&D people are the best. I know you'll argue that the guy who stock us up on food have no equal, but they like you, they're cooler about making gear for you. Maybe they'll make your suit red next time.[/b]" Omega told him as he smirked. 

Ro'Kun narrowed his eyes. "[color=ed1c24]Wait wha? It's not red? Then how can I be...Red Strike?[/color]" he asked, pointing at both the suits and at himself with different hands. "[color=ed1c24]Well...guess I can spray paint it. But then it'll smell all painty for like, 4 days. I have allergies, dammit.[/color]"[@FunnyGuy]