[center][color=8B8386][h2]Olympia Marston[/h2][/color][/center]

The Deputy's speech irked her just a little. Maybe it was his demeanor, with the goofy habits and mannerisms, the snapping of his belt bracers, the twang and drawl of his speech. Still, she was eager to rush into combat all the same, and would gladly engage a fight with these cousins of his. She looked around, sizing up her comrades as the Deputy dismissed himself.

The soldier she was talking to had waved himself off, and Olympia nodded her head in acknowledgement as she strolled casually to her own mech, thumbs tucked into her belt. Ah, what a beauty. Eris waited for her in the hangar patiently, shining and angular against the dull panels of the room. She reached the leg of her mech and ran her hand along it, a giggle of glee bubbled from her chest at the prospect of a challenge.

The foothold into the carriage dropped down from the back, inviting her inside. She stepped into the slot and wrapped her hand around the cable before it quickly hoisted her into the back of the giant. When Olympia jumped inside and sat down, the straps began to affix themselves to each of her limbs. Before long, she was as a puppet master would be to a marionette. A large, metallic, and ridiculously deadly marionette. 

She could barely sit still. With the touch of a button, Eris breathed in life and displayed the world to her in lights and calculations. She took it in, a cocky grin pulling up the corner of her mouth. As Olympia held up a hand, Eris' arm whirred and swung outwards, the crimson blade proudly showing itself off before her eyes. She was determined to make valuable scrap metal from those dummy mechs.