The Ikon

[Shagohad]

"Armor or not," The machine replied, "The biggest weapon will clear a room the fastest."

A pistol-like weapons was extracted from one of the holsters strapped to his hip and flourished about the tip of his index finger. A bananaclip protruded from in front of the trigger. The sides of the clip were braced by thin strips of metal, the larger bullets clearly visible. "This is one of my personal favorites. The boys call it a bolter. I call it death incarnate. The rounds essentially fire a shaped charge into the target, giving it armor penetrating attributes."

Ulrich nodded, either with approval or understanding, Via could not ascertain. Thinking little of it, he extracted two man-portable anti-tank missiles, a standard shotgun, and a bandolier of grenades. All of these were strapped to his back, not at all looking ungainly due to his massive size.

Turning to Ulrich, he took on a more professional stance, "How do you think we should go about doing this? The shortest route is the most guarded and of course, the least guarded route is one that is the scenic route. Guards or not, they'll soon swarm in if we take our sweet time."

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"