The great Bear of the North stood deathly silent in the downpour, the heavy raindrops dinking loudly off of his armor. In the dark night, obscured by the rain, he would be near impossible to see if it weren't for the orange lenses that covered his eyes. That Deathclaw had done a damn good job of fixing it all up. He'd have to make sure to thank him on the trip back, so long as it held up. Though, nothing should be able to beat him up as bad this time, unless the NCR had begun to domesticate super mutants.

He rose a hand to gently tap the side of his helmet, and muttered something indistinct into it. There was some crackling in his ear as static buzzed through, and suddenly Claw's voice came through, grainy and patchy, but there. [i]"Al-- Bear, can you hear me fine?"[/i] the scientist said, speaking in some foreign language. A grunted response from Bear was all Claw needed to continue. [i]"The camera is working fine, I can see everything from here. It's too bad that I didn't have time to put audio in as well, though it is probably for the best. I'd have guards in here every five minuts wondering what the new explosion was."[/i]

[i]"How is the arm coming along?"[/i] Bear asked, his voice becoming even gruffer than before. Some people gave him odd looks as he spoke gibberish to no one, but he ignored them. The conversation went on for a few minutes before, mostly a bunch of "yes" from Claw, before Bear signed off the comm, ordering the scientist to stay off the comm, so that he'd be able to focus on the others.

Bear leaned down and lifted up his new gatling laser. It was lighter than his old one, must be a new model or something. He had tested it back at the base before they'd left, but it still didn't feel the same as his old one. A small growl escaped him, his annoyance apparent. He'd have to switch it out for one of the older, heavier models once they got back.

His ind turned onto the NCR. The great Bear of the South, as the Enclave had called them. Nearly been brought to their knees by an army of tribals, aided in destroying the Brotherhood of Steel, and had pushed the Enclave from the West. They sounded impressive, but from what veterans of the Enclave had said, they had superior numbers, and that was it. Numbers were nothing to Bear. Numbers were simply a way to keep count of how many bodies were left after the slaughter.

And there would be a slaughter here tonight. His eyes shut, and he inhaled deeply. He could almost smell the burning flesh, the smoking ruins, hear the screams of wives as their husbands were torn to shreds. His eyes opened, and he glared out into the darkness. It was time to show them why he was known as the Beast of the North.