!!857o4GkKJgy 10/23/10(Sat)16:52 No.12546889|
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Ramba's on the moon. Dude.
You tell the team to pack their pistols, knives, SMG's and grenades, as Ramba Ral might have some work for them as well during this mission.
with everybody loaded up for who knows what, now all you have to do is wait for Nell and her caretaker. By this time, you and the rest of the team have secured your Mobile Suits and dismounted and ar chatting with the ships crew.
"So, there we were (no shit*) in the middle of Costa Rica, getting pounded by those tanks from the other side of the bridge with the only thing for cover being the stacked up corpses of the tanks we just killed. Anyway, I'm there in my shitty stolen back Zaku 1 and I'm thinking, screw the other two, I've seen war movies, this is how the black dude dies first. So I get two heat hawks and I leap over the fucking river. Those tanks had no fucking clue what was going on."
Zolomon appears to be acclimitising nicely.
"Hey Zol tell him about the time we started painting skeletons on our Zaku's. We actually had farmers pointing at us and going 'El Meurto Grande! AIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!" you suggest.
You finally see Nell and her one handler leading her into the Pazock via the umbelical.
Nell appears to be clinging to her handler like a scared child. She finally enters the ship, and the Handler introduces herself as Sara Torvil, a blonde who appears to be around 19, and probably of no use if things get violent.
Nell herself appears to wish to avoid staring at you directly. Sara tries to get her to say hello, but Nell furiously shakes her head.
"I may have slightly traumatised her a few months back in a combat exercise a few months ago somehow."
"Oh so you're THAT guy."
"Oh dear that sounds bad."
Sara tries to introduce Nell to the other team members with greater success.