[b][i]-blam!- RETIREMENT![/i][/b] [b]Rebel Planet, Rebel Territory.[/b] [i]Overhead, the Vertibird gunship roared across the sky, rear cargo ramp open. In the doorway, a massive figure in power armor stood, mounted machine gun on his right shoulder, an old American flag draping down from his shoulders like a cloak. His right shoulder bore the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two belts of .50 caliber ammunition crossed his chest, and a dual pistol belt crossed his waist. On his back, another machine gun, a shotgun, and a machete. At his hips, two large magnums. His armor was painted a gunmetal grey, and the eyes glowed a bright reddish orange. Tally marks were carved into his chestplate, and blood was splattered across his helmet. The Courier had arrived, following up on an old rumor and some research from an associate. He had one goal in mind, and he figured he'd make one hell of mess trying to achieve it. The gunship thundered over a Rebel city, AC/DC blasting from the aircraft's loudspeakers. At a suitable drop point, the figure jumped, and shot towards the ground, sticking his landing just as the Vertibird disappeared over the horizon. As the dust settled, the hulking figure known as Alex Wilson set off into the city.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]