Thallonious "Talon" RommireAge:
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Talon had gone through grueling apprenticeships, unknown amounts of hours of specialty classes, and more then a few hospital visits to make sure that he was at the forefront of gun technology. He had personally worked with every known race as a gunsmith, yes even Geth, and held no intention of stopping but the war had come and people were dying... it was time to help. He had been walking the hallways of the military instillation he worked in. It was after hours and he had been milling barrels all day. He stumbled upon a room he hadn't notice before and quickly learned that it was some kind of recruitment office. The walls of the room were smothered in recruitment propaganda and pictures from the front. He decided he would volunteer some of his freer time to the aid efforts. You know, hauling water, helping rebuild homes, things like that. He practically skipped out of the office, his good deed for the day done, and headed home to rest.
The next day there was a knock at his door and he answered it to find himself being served papers stating that he had been drafted to the medical wing of a new alliance ship. He was absolutely speechless which was unfortunate because the helpful soldiers decided they would help him get his things and get on his way. He knew he had filled that paper work out wrong! All of his hours putting weapons together from scratch was about to be replaced by trying to find out the inner workings of man.Where do you put the bullets.....?Original Position:
Gunsmith New Position:
A M-6 Carnifex and a "mostly put together" M358 Talon Other
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((P.S. I'm still working on this :3 I can't find a good engineer image!! QQ))