[ He has the set he stole off those mercs back in the desert and has since painted to make his own, but it's nothing compared to his old combat rig. Even now he misses the weight of power armor, the feeling of being entirely encased in metal. Of feeling like a goddamn monster in a fight. Sometimes he dreams about it.
Less than he used to, though. He's not sure what to make of that.
He shrugs, glancing around the bar. ]
Quiet night. A lot of the regulars got banged up in the last skirmish. Couple more lost their homes. Got a whole lot of newbies filling in.
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[ He has the set he stole off those mercs back in the desert and has since painted to make his own, but it's nothing compared to his old combat rig. Even now he misses the weight of power armor, the feeling of being entirely encased in metal. Of feeling like a goddamn monster in a fight. Sometimes he dreams about it.
Less than he used to, though. He's not sure what to make of that.
He shrugs, glancing around the bar. ]
Quiet night. A lot of the regulars got banged up in the last skirmish. Couple more lost their homes. Got a whole lot of newbies filling in.