Python stood next to him, attaching something new to his back. New turret. Massive, violent, quick. It was a dark black beauty, with gold lines running down either side on the body on the turret. Huge barrel on the end of the turret, pitch black. Empire Devastator Tech, a laser weapon capable of unimaginable destruction, but bigger and most likely stronger.
That was on his right shoulder, on his left was a quad missile launcher. Empire Interceptor Munitions. The weapons had a reputation for their napalm-like substance embedded into the explosive. Ruled out by the Galactic Geneva Convention, they were illegal just to own. To use them was punishable by death.
A machine gun was hanging on his chest, with one barrel, but the gun was massive. Fired something bigger than a 50 caliber. Probably a 60 or 70 caliber. A custom made weapon, most likely of his own creation.
And lastly, at his side was a metal stick. One that deployed into a hard light axe. Built from adamant-carbonate-steel, it would not break easily.
He looked over at you with a hatred in his eye. One that Phantom hadn't seen since the Genesis virus.
"I don't care what or who I kill. He's being avenged ten damn kills for every one kill of his."
With that remark, he pulled back the receiving lever on his machine gun and released, echoing with a massive metal clang.
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Wilson sent me the location of where they killed Matthew. And the name of the one who did it. [b]He pulled up a Holo-Screen, tapping it The Calypse lurch smoothly forward[/b] The Federation is there already, so once were in the System, I'll open a Warp to the planet
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He nods. "Sounds good. Free-fire or are we gonna have a plan with this?"
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I always have a plan, Python.
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"Well, lets hear it."