NPF Avatars: A story of Seals, Tears, and Betrayal

[PhoenixFlame]

"Glad you should ask, Mauve..." Phoenix grinned impishly, pressing a now apparrent bright red holopad button that had appeared on her hand-device. A large door labeled "Pod 5" swung open near the mechlab entrance. The object laying within would stun any of her fellow weapontry-freaks, but Mauve may have asked what it was.

A 30 foot tall humanoid monstrosity lay inside the bay, nay, not humanoid, for it's dark midnight-purple armor was very angular, giving a triangular feel to the mech, primarially used for deflecting piercing attacks. In the monstrosity's right hand lay a long particle-projection cannon, and in the left, a boxlike pod with four barrels set inside. Both of the weapons completely obscured the hands, and over the shoulder on the right lay even more weapontry. A long barreled railgun, and centrally mounted pair of antennae. On the left shoulder lay a box that may have seemed to be a missle launcher.

"My pride and joy, the H.W. Altan." Phoenix grinned, in an almost girlish squeal. "Unfortuantely..." She sighed, "Phoenixbot is the only one with sufficient reflexes to pilot it to it's maximum efficiency, and only when I'm co-piloting for her."

Phoenix glanced at Mauve's Pulse Particle Projector, and sighed, shaking her head, "No, no... That won't do. Put that back. I have something in mind that you may like..."

Phoenix walked away toward the Mechlab's weapons locker, and, after pressing a few buttons, opened the door. The entire locker seemed to be about 15 times bigger than was feasibly possible, but seemed to accomodate several massive weapons with ease. Phoenix whistled to herself as she plucked a fairly large rifle-looking object off of the shelf and thrust it into Mauve's hand.

"This, my friend, is a PSG." Phoenix said, with a wry smile.

"PSG?" Mauve asked, looking baffled at Phoenix's wreckless use of TLA's. (Three Letter Acryonyms)

"Phased Shockwave Generator. I hear the Teladi and Paranid were working on them, so we jumped into their sectors and I took a look around. Promising tech that, and I gave it a few modifications. You see, when fired, the PSG emits a wave of excited particles, ripping apart anything in front of the barrel in a wide burst with extreme predjudice. Despite the name, there really isn't any sound or recoil, the stuff in front of you just sort of disentigrates in a cloud of shiny blue rings." Phoenix explained, patting the top of the rifle as she clicked on the saftey and popped the cartridge in.

"Shall we go to the firing range?"