[i][b]Restless[/b][/i] [b]Aboard the cruiser [i]Infinite[/i], Landing Bay Hangars[/b] [i]Wilson finally had taken all of his new weapons back to his Vertibird, and had spend quite a bit of time working on them, adding attachments, testing modifications, and cleaning them. His power armor stood in a mount behind the aircraft, with a rolling toolbox and an arc welder next to it. In the back of the VTOL, military boxes and belts of ammunition were everywhere. Grenades, rifle parts, weapon attachments, money bags, and pistols lined the inside. His little minifridge full of booze was there too, just behind the pilot's seat. Wilson had made the aircraft remote controllable from his armor, thus, in the flight seat sat a blow-up doll. Wilson himself stood in the cargo bay, moving an M60E6 up onto his weapon mounts on the wall. From somewhere in the aircraft, music played, Up in Smoke by Blackberry Smoke, and he was tapping his foot. He wore a black leather jacket, a white undershirt, and military green combat pants with black combat boots. A leather bandolier crossed his chest, and at his hips were both of his handguns. A knife sat in a boot holster on his right leg, and his sunglasses hung from his shirt collar. Wolf was sitting on a crate beside Wilson's power armor, polishing his dad's knife. His armor was in a mount too, and he sat in his black Castle fatigues, a black military beret with the Castle's rook insignia on it in gold on his head. The two weren't all that interested in the natives. They weren't diplomats, they were protection. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]