Makarov: The UN|Hel'bringer

[Hemlocke]

One Hel' of a Job

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On his final rounds around the outside of Vierlande before returning to Pacifica for the third time in a row, Makarov noticed something from the command deck of his Gunboat "Makarovian_Butcher" Suiting up in his "Butcher" Exo suit he commanded his crew to sit in orbit of the planet for a bit while he checked out the wing of what he though was a wraith, only to find out upon drifting closer it was a mangled wing of a Fafnir, fused to the side hull panels of the Vierlande's starport the ship had been hit by a nasty antimatter of some kind, most likely Hessian. Magnetizing his greaves to the station her stared down at the wing for a moment before seeing over the side of it the wrecked hull of a fafnir, walking "forward" if you could even call it that in the backwards confines of the void he activated his built in fuser and begin to melt away the sides of the fafnir, wrenching it free with the hydraulic system in his suit, tirelessly hour after hour until all that was left was the left wing of the ship that was planted inside the station. With oxygen running out he decided to pull the massive hammer off his side and smash it into the wing repeatedly until it came off, calling his crew down from orbit to anchor the ship to the tractor, after securing the ship he used the remainder of the left engine and wing of the fafnir to seal the breach where it had been welded to Vierlande, spending a few more hours tending to that breach before completely sealing it off, the horribly damaged and disfigured fafnir would make an excellent bomber, especially for tearing apart those he once called brothers, The Red Hessians. Already decided on a suitable name for the ship "Hel'bringer" he drifted back to his ship and boarded it, stripping the heavy as hell suit from his flight suit before heading back up to the command deck and setting a course for Pacifica, arriving about a day later and a bit short on fuel, he moored his gunboat to the side of the station, dragging the massive fafnir hull into one of the under-utilized docking bays of Pacifica, he'd most likely need an expert engineer's help on this. Staring down at the massive hunk of metal he sighed. "Probably gonna have to jerry rig the damn thing." Moving his arms about under the heavy metal of his exo suit he began scanning the husk with his retical, engines were completely shot, hull torn to bits, and apparently the pilot was plastered all over the inside of the cockpit. It's gun mounts would also need fixing, the left engine itself looked like a chewed up dog frisby, not that he'd know what that looked like, with the exhaust completely missing due to needing to break the ship free he had his work cut out for him. He'd have to get to work soon, the ship itself was heavily irradiated from the antimatter, going to get a rad scrubber to cleanse the ship of most of it, he'd probably have to wear his exo suit in the over-sized cockpit of the Rheinlandish war beast to avoid radiation poisoning. Makarov would spend the next few nights tending to what parts of the ship he could actually manage to rebuild and restore, unable to restore the left wing and engine exhaust however, and with the left side shaved off completely he'd need to fix the Scatter and Torpedo mount on the left side of the ship, and re-attach the fin plating on the right wing so it stopped looking like a dinner tray.

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