[b][i]Guns for Hire[/i][/b] [b]New Terra[/b] [i]The figure materialized atop a slight rise in the land just outside of a city, his cloak down from his head. On his back, a sword and an assault rifle, at his hips, two magnums. On his left leg, a bowie knife sat fixed in a boot sheath, and on his shoulder, a khukri was prominently visible. The armor was eerily familiar to that of the man who had once earned a reputation for ruthlessness across the dimension and several others. Some minor details had changed, for the figure now carried two regular bandoliers rather than two .50 caliber bullet belts. The mask the man wore was similar as well, identical in structure, different in paint scheme. The eyes still glowed an eerie blue, but the mask was all black, save for three wide gashes across the left side of the figure's face, the inside of which were bright white, made to look as if a skull was beneath the black. No longer was the insignia of the cobra on the man's left shoulder pauldron, no longer were the cards on his right. All he bore were the same old Marine Corps dog tags, and two new insignia, that of a rook chess piece, and that of a howling wolf. Beside him appeared a hulking figure in power armor, bristling with weaponry. He wore heavily modified T-60F with an X-01 MKVI helmet, the eyes of which glowed red. On his right shoulder sat a mounted M2HB, and on his left, the skull of an alpha-male deathclaw. Two belts of .50 caliber bullets crossed his chest, and two hip holsters crossed his waist, a magnum at each hip. On his back, an MG3, a machete, and a shotgun, situated atop his cloak, an old American flag. The two stood looking out over the landscape of New Terra, as it was uncharted territory for them. [/i]