Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5543592-20191115193828

Josey came out form between the rows of power armor, sporting the armor he had selected. It wasn't much taller than a regular human and designed to be agile, having a sleek appearance. It was painted in desert camo, all browns and tans. It's helmet was angular, mimicing the shape of a human face. The crown of the helmet was smooth with a single ridge near the back, the cheek bones blocky and edged, the chin drawn into one long point. The lenses of the helmet were pitted, like dark rubies, sunken into the eyes of the helmet. The only thing unstylitic about the armor were the wrists and feet of the armor. The feet were heavy with extra plating, and had little rocket jets mounted on the sides. Gun barrels encircled the wrists, designed to spin up like that of a gatling gun when fired. Belts of ammo wrapped around the the arms and torso of the armor, extending from the gun barrels.

He held his hat in the gauntlets, turned it over, and set it on the helmet. He pushed it down, firmly, until it was stuck.

His western drawl was filtered by the helmet's microphone, "Reckon I never had a suit like this one."

The trauma harness waved to them. As they drew closer, they could see it was empty, just a red jumpsuit with a glass bowl affixed to the top. A voice emitted from the metal chestpiece mounted on the suit's torso.

"Hello!" The trauma harness called to them. "Welcome to Fort Lawton!"