"...That makes a modicum of sense." Matthew replies, pouting in the cockpit.
"But fear not. I could hardly call myself a Clan Mechwarrior if I did not have the ability master strange new Battlemechs!"
This time, he aims the Dom's hand carefully, letting each mechanized finger roll delicately around the MMP-80, until a light chimes green, indicating a successful interface.
"Ah-ha!" He cries out. "That is the power of a trueborn!"
Who took 15 seconds to pick up a gun. Still, progress.
"Let us test this out on the range."
He turns about, trotting out the bay, gun barrel pointed upwards in a 'safe' position.
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"But fear not. I could hardly call myself a Clan Mechwarrior if I did not have the ability master strange new Battlemechs!"
This time, he aims the Dom's hand carefully, letting each mechanized finger roll delicately around the MMP-80, until a light chimes green, indicating a successful interface.
"Ah-ha!" He cries out. "That is the power of a trueborn!"
Who took 15 seconds to pick up a gun. Still, progress.
"Let us test this out on the range."
He turns about, trotting out the bay, gun barrel pointed upwards in a 'safe' position.