[center][h1][color=ed1c24]ROKKIT MECHEAD[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=a2d39c]SHORTY GROTSKY[/color][/h3][/center]
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Rokkit looked at the puny little grot named Adalia Isola Rosenthal. That was too long for Rokkit to remember. "Roight. Ada. Don't mess up. Yer wif me now, an I expect ya ta hold yer weight! If ya ain't, you less den a git. But you ain't a git, ain'tcha?" Rokkit just gave a hearty chuckle as she ran off, probably scared of him. This wasn't unusual for grots and frankly, Rokkit was starting to feel a bit sentimental. It reminded him of his old home, his old crew. But now wasn't the time for reminiscing. He's got a job to do, and more importantly, a new ride to try. After making sure he grabbed everything that belonged to him, Rokkit went over to the bay to look at his ship.

While no one told him what exactly he's suppose to be piloting, Shorty was fortunately up-to-date and made sure to direct Rokkit to the proper transport. There were plenty of other vehicles in the bay that caught his eye, and with his Anima there wasn't much that would prevent him from operating them, but Rokkit's [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/411246373632212993/1026156753198534746/DeltaTransport.png]transport[/url] was... Sufficient. There were things he liked and things he would complain about. It was big: he liked that. Most vehicles are made for much smaller people, so he always has to squeeze or just break most vehicles he steals. It was also green, and green was the best color. It also looked pretty sturdy, which suited Rokkit just fine. But he was aghast at the lack of armament. There was only [i]one[/i] gun, and it wasn't even forward facing, but rear-mounted. While Rokkit didn't have an issue with having a gun in the back he was appalled at the fact there was only one. [color=ed1c24]"Oi oi oi... Gunna hafta break dis one in roight an propah. Give em da real Rokkit Job. More dakka, more spikes, flash of red."[/color]

The aforementioned sized was the real boon however. For once Rokkit didn't need to duck his head to get inside and there was plenty of leg space for him. It was downright [i]cozy[/i] for the ork, so the rest of his passengers would find the transport absolutely roomy for them. Though it just made Rokkit all the more aware of the fact that there could be plenty of places to mount guns, missiles, bombs, or at least spikes on this thing. But all in due time. He had a job to do, and if he does it right, he'll have plenty of chances to make this transport properly orky. [color=ed1c24]"Alright ladz an ladiez! Da name's Rokkit Mechead, an don't ye forget! I'll be da one gettin us into da foight. An unless one of ye are a smart boy, 'ere da plan I got: I'm gunna find dat place dat caster git's at, an den I'm gunna ram dis ship into em. Den we get out, krump everyone who ain't us, an we bring back heads on stikks. Easy."[/color] As Rokkit explained his strategy he began turning on the transport. Despite the size and bulk of both his giant green hand and brutal metal claw, he's able to operate the transport like a professional. This is despite the fact he's never operated this machine before or even put the key in the ignition. This was all just instincts, as well as his Anima subtly controlling the transport to respond to Rokkit's control as he likes.

[color=ed1c24]"Oh, an before I forget, dis gunna be a bumpy an speedy ride! So buckle up, cuz if you ain't a hard nuff git an get all sick cuz of me, ain't my fault. Oh yeah, an I only got one gun on dis ding, an it's mine, so if any of ya wanna shoot sumthin yer better find a window and get blastin!"[/color]