On the contrary, The armored Juggernaut of a tank was noticing the dress and his voice spoke confused with a mock of horror. 'You know, when a mechanic wears a dress I do believe that signals the start of the Apocalypse, you've contacted one of the right people, so who are these other for this Apocalyptic event for is there something less sinister a foot.' His voice got inquisitive towards the end. His gloves were clenced on one of the knives already, starting to draw it from his belt. holding it in his hand he started to play with the knife, something a mother never told him.
As he sat back patiently as he waited for an answer, music playing within his helmet how ever it never reached the outside of his helmet. his head bobbed in rhythm with it for a while but when something arose it shut off automatically. thoughts started to cross his mind as the AI Nephilim in his suit rambled on about the condition of the flag ship.
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