4th platoon post here
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The 6'5 power house, ex-crazy, stands tall at the back of a large military truck. Walls extend from the back of the truck, each containing several weapons on display. A few tables have been set up, and crates as well. It is a portable weapons store.

Several other mercenary-type people surround him, including; A female Cyber Knight, A juicer, A Quebec-Made Heavy Cyborg (heavily modified, and scuffed up), An equally tall, and bulky human - a Mystic Knight, an obvious western gunslinger of sorts, and two other armour clad Mercs (one of which operated out of his APC repairing anything that uses a battery.

Zed is wearing the lower half of a modified Gladius Exoskeleton, and a black tank top. He has only three magnets (as opposed to the usuall dozen or so) protruding from his skull, with a large pistol at his side. Spotting the platoon making their way over he waves them over.

The Mystic Knight, who was engaged in a friendly conversation with Zed, turns to face the group as they approach, then stands motionless, with his arms crossed.

Leading his platoon up the weapon display, Lt. Drake greets them warmly -- he's dealt with them before, a couple even before his stint here in Tolkeen's army.  While not an Operator himself, he certainly enjoys talking shop with those who are, and has picked up more than a couple handy tricks from the free-thinkers.

"Zed!  You have my Brun ready for me yet?  I don't want to have to go out there and take potshots at a Death's Head with my rifle, now," he says with a grin.

"I've got another lot here for you to outfit," the Lieutenant continues.  "I hope there's still something left after the others have picked you over?" he adds with a raised eyebrow.

   Dalamar walks up to the weapons display with suspicion in his eyes.  He has doubts that there will be anything of much use to him here.  He does try to keep an eye out for anything he thinks his brother, Caramon, might be interested in.  Although Caramon's eyes are the last thing his brother would need help with - the skilled sniper's vision being much sharper than the average astronomical telescope.
   If Zed is displaying anything of a mystic nature - even low level scrolls, then Dalamar will move to investigate.  At one point, he spots the multitude of magic armament on the tall mystic knight.  Approaching the motionless skull-helmed warrior, Dalamar points at him generally and talks to Zed.  "Is the stuff on this manequin up for grabs too?"  Dalamar knows the mystic knight is alive - he can see the magic energy emanating from him.  But his question is sincere, he is curious to know if the mystic knight's possessions can be acquired.

It is my pleasure to serve with you all. Obidiahs telepathic voice intones in the heads of anyone without a mind block or anything that prevents psionic communication. He accompanies his platoon along to the resupply tent although he really needs nothing himself. He does look over the small assortment of giant sized weapons though if for no other reason than to find something to do other than standing around and looking like a statue.

Callie looks through the items that Zed and his crew have on display, picking up the odd item and turning it over a bit in her hands before setting it down.  She glances at any power armor or vehicles on display but doesn't yet go over to them.  Instead she walks over towards the operator and peers at whatever it is he's working on.

Magnet Man follows his platoon to the resupply station. He is wearing Coalition style armour, without the helmet, in which the black areas have been painted grey, and the Death's Head Skull has a red "M" painted over it. It looks like it was professionally done, not just spray painted.

Magnet Man looks quite uncomfortable from the telepathic message Obidiah sent out to everyone. After looking around as if he is being followed he then catches up with the rest of the group and asks,

"Who's Brun?"
This message was last edited by the player at 02:18, Fri 15 Sept 2006.

The Madness lowers his eyebrows and stares at Obidiah when he speaks telepathically. Still staring at Obidiah he addresses the fellow crazy.

"Bombs, please, the most powerful ones...And a toque if it is here. Something to cover up the implants," he says tapping the magnets on his skull. His request is simple and to the point. He does not bother with any guns, only grenades, fusion blocks, and plastiques.
_{"They said we were too unstable for them...We will show them unstable..."}