[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]"Richer"[/color][b]/[/b] [color=355055]Weaver[/color][/h1][/center]

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	It was time. Time for Richer to once again prove his usefulness to the Red-Star company. 

   Of all the organizations he had sold out his services to, Red-Star was one of the highest-paying, and most supportive. Most others usually had him move out on his own against difficult odds, without anything more than himself and his NC, and scraps of information on his target(s). Not that he needed any more than that, but it raised his already-high chance of success.

However, taking part in an all-out war was not something they commonly had him do. But, he was in a contract with Red-Star, and they called for his services. Meaning this was mandatory. It wasn't as if he was [i]forced[/i] to throw himself out onto the front lines, but his presence was, indeed, mandatory.

But it likely wasn't an issue. From how things seemed to Richer, Red-Star wore the big-boy pants in this war. But that was no reason to underestimate an opponent. Especially with the technological innovations of the current day and age running about.

But now, Richer was sheltered in the snug cockpit of his NC, Weaver. It moved lightly along, towards the rear of the rest of Red-Star NC's that would be initiating in combat shortly, its extra appendages - that separated its identity from the rest of the NCs - encased around the body of the machine, providing a light, bronze-colored cage-armor.

Being that both of Richer's NCs carry a tight-fit cockpit(thought not without room for movement), he was actually quite comfortable. And a small cockpit provides one advantage over larger ones, even if it may be negligible - it is harder to knock the pilot around with brute movements.

But to get back on track - well, off-track - Richer would separate from the rest of his regiment, stirring various controls to cause his NC to veer off away from the group, to their left. He aimed to flank around the middle of the city - the spot where he gauged this battle would pivot on.

And of course, he would do so with discretion. Using the many buildings to his advantage, Richer would slink off into the city, with high likelihood of going unnoticed. Due to the build of his NC, crouching and skulking were one of a handful of things he used to counter the mechanical beast's lack of heavy armor - if he could catch an enemy NC off-guard or out of position, they were potential easy prey.

As he moved into position, the pilot's gloved hand moved to the control panel, flipping one of the many switches that decorated it. Unremarked to the outside world, the many spinnerets that were spread throughout Weaver's body began to spin slowly, emitting minute clicking sounds that not even Richer could hear. But he knew they were in function. He's done this procedure hundreds of times. Now, he was preparing to fabricate webs.

When it was time - they would be ready.

Richer glanced at the munitions panel that displayed the ammo loaded into Weaver's 37mm cannon. The distraction tool had a rotating, two-cylinder system that would allow the machine to fire either one of its ammunition types at a moments notice - at short or long ranges. And for now, it was loaded with special 'Smoke Jelly' munitions and Napalm Shells.

The Mercenary had a position in mind already. But for now, he would have to delay the use of such a position, as it might draw too much attention to some [i]sensitive[/i] sensors. Once the gunfire started however, was a different story.

But for now, as he prowled on the outskirts of the City, he would have to wait.