They stop, and over the com comes a crackle. “This is border control please state your name and Iden..." the com goes dead, and the mech warrior fiddles around with things and then comes back. “Stupid piece of junk!......opps, um sorry. But what’s your business on Trydor?" it was clear this place was hard to live in, as the two mechs charged there weapons and got a lock. "You know this is easier when you talk."
Well welcome to the base, I hope you answer those two...just because they aren't the biggest mechs don't mean they can't pack a punch. Just browse a bit and join us....this is no moon, its the last place we can go. Since Trid is a waste land. but you'll find we are good in battle, or sparing.
anyone can join, its a battle tech/ Mech Warrior rp. Anyone, even if you don't know how to play, and are curious about anything. Just report to the genral MB and ask questions.
