[color=00a651][center][h3]Truus {Vulcan} Kepler [/h3][/center][/color]


Truus took his time getting his things ready and double checking his mech. The others may have been excited to get out but he didn’t mind the difference. There was only two things that truly interested him here, the fight and the mega fauna. Storm seemed okay but he was jostled a little while he was checking its shoulder by the priest, [color=39b54a]“Oi watch it.”[/color] It was just a young AI but they could still be a hassle some times. 

He locked his helmet into his suit and powered up his rifle, no matter the situation, no matter how peaceful or hostile you can almost always count on Truss being in his combat suit. He stepped out onto the ramp in his red and black armor looking first to Holly then to the state of the surroundings. “[color=39b54a]Aye we could do it.[/color]” The old world Scottish accent still carried over into his speech patterns. [color=39b54a]“Could bury myself in some rubble looking at the front gate. Hide the signature from storms reactor.”[/color]

A few more steps down the ramp to the base and he could see the jungle around them. [color=39b54a]“Could rig a few of Storm’s mines to a detonator, and give it to one of you lads.” [/color]The boy decided to talk next and relay some information. Truus walked past the boy and patted him on the back maybe a bit hard, [color=39b54a]“Good job boy, its called a kill zone.”[/color] Continuing past him to stand next to Holly and the local’s and nodding towards them. [color=39b54a]“Truus Kepler at your service. I extend the greeting from both myself and Harrison Arms and Armory. Tell me you and yours able to hide out deeper in the mines until this storm passes?”[/color] the large man didn’t extend his hand for them to shake he just kept his hands on his rifle.