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.