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[center][h1][u]A Unity of Wardogs[/u][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][i]New Bonds from Old Wounds[/i][/h3][/center]
[center]Interacting with [@BurningCold] and [@Skepic][/center]

[quote][i]In other news, another 364 bodies were uncovered in and along the coastal city of Epsilon, the place where most of the conflict had occurred for the Therux State. "We still have search parties roaming the old city and its coastal waters for any remains of those fallen both of military and civilian life." Aurther LeBeau, Commander of the Therux National Guard stated as him and Jay LeBlanc, Director of Homeland Security work together to return many back to their homes. "We just want our son back. He needs to be at peace." Klaire Bennett mournfully stated, her husband comforting her on her side. 

Tensions between both the Hylo Empire and the Therux state have never been higher. Local officials and its police force have been-[/i][/quote]

He cut off the news feed on his forearm screen, not wanting to hear anything else. He was tired, having to get up fairly early for this [i]"interview[/i] he thought it to be. His landlord had suggested that he go to this guild. [i]"You need a good paying job and they are basically family to each other and they pay well. It'd be good for you to get back into that kinda crowd. Lord knows you need it NateyNate."[/i] Chelsea, ahhh Chelsea. She was a great girl and a wonderful landlord hence why Nate hung around and helped her with the buildings upkeep when he was available to do so. Before he came to this place he had found work as a Mecha Mechanic for Bradford and Stevens, a local mecha shop used to help keep up the old farming mechs that stopped in. The job was great but the pay sucked, putting him in several positions that would have compromised his living arrangement. Luckily, Chelsea was thankful enough to let him go a few times in exchange for the work he put in at the complex and she was right. He needed a new job that paid and maybe some people he could relate to. He had heard about the group when he was at SolarMoon, the bar downtown. A few of them were former Orio Veterens and others just damn good at doing some shady work but who was he to complain about shady work. 

So there he was, sitting amongst some people he hardly knew. Except for one and that was vaguely. The large bald headed Frontierian. He wasn't exactly sure who he was since Nate had a tendency to arrive early almost everywhere but he seemed familiar.  He looked down from him and saw a few others and to his side a few more. More Frontierians, great. At least they weren't Hyloins, he didn't care much for them. He wasn't surprised to see a woman amongst them. His sergeant was a woman and a damn fine solider and pilot. He sighed as he reached into his top shirt pocket for his cigs. He withdrew one stick and lit it, inhaling heavily before letting out a plume of smoke. The old veteran looked towards the ground and rocked his metallic foot back and forth, listening to the mechanics in it.

[i]reeet, errrr, reeet, errr[/i]

[color=gold][i]'Needs to be tweaked a bit.'[/i][/color] He thought to himself. Running a metal hand through his head, he leaned forward, cigarette in mouth and withdrew a small toolkit from his opposite leg. He tapped the side of his temple as the metal contraption on the side of his face lit up and a light crossed over his eye. If one looked closely, they could see it was meant to keep track of the statistics and maintenance schematics of his augmentations, though he had put extra work into it, giving it a military boost.

[color=gold]"Left Leg: Ankle Bearings and hydraulics"[/color] He spoke the command and the screen in front of his eyes flickered in color as it brought up the schematics to his leg and specifically to his ankle. He moved his foot a few more times before it popped up with an answer for him.

[[i]Ankle adjustment: 1.3 psi[/i]] it read on the screen and so he set to work, fiddling with his leg, adjusting it to where it needed to be-

[i]REEEEERRRRRR[/i] His heel hit the ground with tremendous force, caving in a small piece of concrete.

[color=gold]"Too much.."[/color] He muttered as he set about fixing his mistake.

After about 15 minutes of this the foot was back to normal and soon enough he was asked to follow a, bounty hunter? No surprise there. This area of the Region were chalk full of them but nonetheless he followed silently, his HUD on his screen still up. Should turn that off now he thought to himself, didn't really need the screen on to make a digital scan of the area anyway. As they entered he took the furthest seat, its back towards the wall while facing the door. The action came normal to him after all, special forces training and experience. Soon enough the question came through...

[color=a0410d]“Okay....before we go any further, I need to know.....why did you decide to join the outcast guild?”[/color]

He went to open his mouth but stopped as one of the others spoke up. Good, at least he could then gather his thoughts together and hear what the others had to say. His expression remained stoic as the man, assumed to be Hawthorne, spoke. He watched him carefully. His posture, the way he talked, the tone of his voice...He was still a rookie in Nathan's eyes plus the unneeded question about the accent made him seem childish. Nate's eyes then turned to the other one. A woman and he had the strangest suspicion by the way she held herself, she would be a handful. Nathaniel took out another cigarette and lit it, a long drag followed before he leaned forward with a smile though his eyes seemed to give off a different feeling. [color=gold]"Honestly its because of what I have heard around town. Pays good, good crew.. Stuff like that."[/color] Another drag.

[color=gold]Plus I don't want the landlady getting on my case about rent. Mech Mechanics don't pay all that well despite the "competitive pay" they place in the ads."[/color] He chuckled lightly as he leaned back in his seat and looked at the table and coughed, clearing his throat.

[color=gold]But yeah, I agree with Alexi here as she brings up a good point. I have heard about your capabilities in defending this region from the other three nations. You seem to do a rather good job at it and if what Alexi says is true and you are the closest thing to having a militaristic infrastructure then I consider myself to be a great asset to your guild, sir."[/color] His eyebrows lowered ever so slightly but spoke with enough confidence behind them that his expression alone spoke truth. All he would need to do is back it with his experience.