[color=00aeef]{Online}
Mission Status....
In progress. Termination of target 12% complete...
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Time...
0100 Hours...
{Engage main facility}[/color]

 The guards were fools. They had the tech to turn him into a pile of scrap, yet he, the Feral Spirit, the Primal Machine, had out-smarted and out tech them. He stalked from a lamp post, waiting for them to investigate the disturbance he made. The only guard to leave the complex trembled with his gun up, walking right into the horrific plan of the closest thing to a monster the man will meet. [i][color=00aeef]Dumbass[/color][/i] he processed internally. As soon as the man was in the perfect position, he dropped with his clawed hands out for blood. He landed on the man, ripping him apart like a bear a salmon. When he was sure the gore at his feet was done being beat, he screeched a mechanical howl like a banshee. The lights were trained on him, but before anything could prepare, he disappeared from sight. He laughed to inspire terror. He threw a grenade from a tree branch into a turret cropping. It blew up before anyone was the wiser. He went about this charade till the counter read 35% exactly. Then he left to the encampment he was at for a week observing. His mech saw him and got in combat mode. It picked him up and merged it's pilot with it's own interface. [color=00aeef]"Wulfgar finally gets his fun"[/color] and charged out of the forest into the mercenary base.

 A hour later, he stood in position, waiting to be picked up. The drop ship arrived and he boarded. He was handed a case and a card which read 'meet on homeworld'. [color=00aeef][i]Already? Wow, they must really be frantic! HEHEEHEha![/i][/color]