Get you Gone

[cityship]

The meeting is over, the teams have been assigned, the plans have been laid out. It's time to get weapons.

It's time to wish each other luck, and say goodbyes--with the hope that they're only "good bye for now"s.

It's about to get very hairy from here on out.

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Bandit climbed into the suit, raising his hips so that Leon could slide his tail into the hind slot. Once each paw was properly laid into its dock, the machine responded to his weight and began to hum quietly as it started up. After a few seconds, there was a hiss: the entire thing snapped shut in one fell instant, plates sliding and locking into place. The dog yelped lightly as the suit released its neural receptors, which embedded themselves into his limbs and spine, allowing for direct response from body to armor.

He black out for a moment as the visor finally shut down over his head. It took a few seconds before the lights at the end of the armor's 'antenna' to flicker to life in a deep blue shade. A few minutes after Leon put in the first dose of medication, however, he came to, licking his muzzle anxiously as he raised the visor. At Leon's question, he performed a basic weapons check: the plates began to move, revealing a mess of guns. Notably, he was equipped with a canon for firing reduced-size surface-to-air missiles (they were still more than enough to take out an Apache longbow), lasers and gatling guns for arms. Yeah. He flexed the 'toes' of his 'hind legs', put out and retracted each claw.

1 READY, he replied, as each item slid neatly back into place. WAIT MISSION START. WAIT LEON-BOSS SAY.