[LOCATION: The Golf Cort] [3:25PM]
* Nothing stands above the sound of the Droid's internals, the wind unable to outblow the mechanical whirls and metallic thuds of the it's feet hitting against the falsified and long expired grass of the now abandoned Mini Golf park.
* That is, expect for one thing.
> ´´OY, Metal head. Who allowed ya' to use Govermint property without permission. Don't ya know you're supposed to be defending civis instead of pulverizing them?´´
* Echoes a confident and deep voice, and heavy accent coming from ahead in the Droid's path. And there stands. . . A midget, well he is a midget BUT he seems to be more equipped then your average Civilian Criminal
* Worn with a Amber and Black Uniform, stamped with the symbol of STARDUST and wearing a welding mask, stands there the Captain, furrowed eyebrows and livid eyelids shining from under that mask; The Signature "Blockpad", a Reinforced Orange Bonuspad, strapped to his arm.
> ´´Alright, this gone'a be the last you get asked of this, stand down or get scrapped ya malfunctioning tincan. You're dealing with the REAL deal, not some run of the mill nobody.´´
(RP STARTER)
(Signed - The STARDUST Squadron [@blogless-and-anonymous])
} And beware. For you might be in a Deadeye's sight.
It questioned, not heeding the civi- criminal’s warning. It was a a big robot with missile launchers, they wouldn’t normally have something to fear. He stood there for a moment before continuing to walk in his original direction, although not particularly going toward anything.
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