Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5543592-20191111210837

Slowly, the interior of the hanger was revealed.

Josey blinked. "Whoa."

The entirity of the hanger was filled with power armor. Rows upon rows of empty frames. Some of them were standard (T-51bs, X-01s)  but the vast of majority of them were customized. Hundreds of custom made, specially designed suits, extending all the way back to the rear wall of the hanger. Bright, overhead electric lighting illuminated the length of it.

From between the rows, a large armoured figure emerged. His armor was painted bright red, smoothed and curved like an egg shell. His helmet, shaped like the head of a hammerhead shark, had a dark visor at the center that ocassionally flashed with a blue light. The suit was massive, each of the limbs as thick around as a tree trunk, and ten feet tall. The ground faintly shook when he walked.

He approached until he was tomorrowing over them. He spoke clearly, his microphone working without static, his accent still offbeat.

"The Armour King welcomes you.  I am he.  He has many fabulous armors he would like to interest you with."