The Fall of Bonn

[Gentlefood]

Frederick did one final prep check on his H.ARM MK III battle-suit, smiling mentally about the name, frowning over his task.

A mechanical voice ringed out over the grainy speakers, "Latch in 5... 4..."

"This is Oberleutnant Bernhard, all systems are prepped." The transport shuddered as it latched onto the hanger bay. "I am entering der station now."

The doors of the transport opened slowly. As the ramp lowered lights started to flicker to life, the suit shined brightly as it thundered out into the hanger bay. Standing at eight feet the war machine was intimidating to say the least, armed with a plethora of weapons it could easily handle any threat a well armed military could throw at it, let alone any threat poor security force would have its hands on. Luckily for the civilians most of these weapons remained offline, for now.

Toggling his comm Frederick reports in, "I have arrived on-station, will commence battle-readiness protocols, und patrol the corridors for resistance. Only der MKII Grenade launcher, with gas rounds, und stun-pulse autocannon shells are active. Again, I'll remain on standby for further orders, commencing patrol." Doing a quick double check Frederick toggled his display making sure the safeties were in-fact active as he mutters, "Gut, everything checks out... getting hit by a depleted uranium penetrator round would be... messy.."

Switching to local comms Frederick cautioned the marine contingent infront of him to step aside, although the rancorous sound of his metal walker's weight crashing down into the floor plates was warning enough. Turning his head Frederick caught a glimpse of a strange ranking on one of the marines' suits...

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