Dutch Thriceman

This + I don't necessarily mind pauzing the mission myself. Or Polaris and Bers will just have an 'anime filler arc', Heroica:GATS mission 8 presents the No Limit Train Arc, Yelana not included.

Bers is ready to leave.

"Shame friends, looks like no Bladers among them, this unit would have liked to challenge one for a duel. Would you guys like to strike up a convo with them?" Bers exclaims as he gazes at the cloak-clad group with a general air of boredom and disinterest.

Bers starts literally and figuratively scanning the area. Perception check.

"Don't worry friends, if any flesh-sacks get pushy they'll have to get through this unit first, we can hold up the line as long as is necessary."

"Processing, thanks." Bers takes the ticket and pockets it, then proceeds to once again hang back as he observes his party members.

"Don't worry friend Yelana, I will!" Bers flat out ignoring the charity turns towards the attendant and transfers 5 credits. "Here you go, one two-way ticket for this unit please." 85c - 5c = 80c

Observing the hustle and bustle of the spaceport Bers takes in all the impressions of the place. He then turns to his two teammates. "Alright friends, you lead, this unit will follow. I prefer it that way... friend Polaris, it is quite warm now that we are inside, at least according to my thermo-measurements. Are you still cold inside this spaceport? I hope you're not getting ill." As Bers positions himself at the rear behind his two fellow partymembers.

Totally understandable and no problem, looking forward to it

Merry Christmas and Happy New Years folks

Thanks guys, I haven't heard that Weird Al song yet, going to have to give that a listen

"Yes thank you captain for this fleshbags picture, I like his style, very how do they say 'kawaii desu ne'. Also this unit is ready to go."

"Thank you friend Vielight, may Irvator's light guide you as well." Bers says out of politeness and not so much out of any religious belief. As he begins to sharpen his Chain-Greatsword one last time before arrival.

After downing the last bit of liquor from the bottle through it's fuel-hole Bers decides to butt into the conversation. Unit designation B3R5 - 3rk Power-fluid tanks at 93.67% All systems nominal "Well friends, this unit wonders when we'll arrive, I'm just about ready to go how about you two?"

"Hmm, this unit had not thought of that, but if you know how to modify an Adamite and are offering to upgrade I'd consider it friend."

Bers leaves Polaris to talk to Dayna as he positions himself in a secluded corner of the quarters and cracks open a complimentary bottle of hard liquor to fuel up. Meanwhile checking out some currently active FeedStreams having been introduced to them by Yissam♥ on his previous mission.

"Query... negative, however wars/conflicts." "Yes, this unit was just about to inquire about transportation."

OOC: I'm just waiting for Classic_Spaceman to get back.

"Lets hope there is something strong in that Fancy Bottle, thank you friends for these gifts and celebrations, I don't think I ever celebrated anything other then my first Creation Day. This makes me happy."

"Yes friend Polaris, like my fellow Adamite friend Kirwin whom I went on my previous mission with. He was designed and geared much more towards mechanical engineering/technological kind of labour. While this unit is specifically designed for close quarters combat functions/operations." "You are indeed quite a curious meatling friend Yelana, however this is alright, I will tell you what I know concerning my creation. I was built by Carrie Ward, that is what the Adamite who oversaw my creation called herself. I remember refering to her as 'mother' at a time. I was then taken away by *memory blocker enabled* and deployed in the *memory blocker enabled* wars. Also I can not tell you of the 'how' of my creation even if you were to ever try to disable the memory blocker, as you may well know this is an Adamite secret and talking about it is impossible as per our Core Code. To try and get an Adamite to speak of this would result in an outcome equal to what fleshlings refer to as Death for the Adamite. Anyway after the events at *memory blocker enabled* I suddenly found myself alone with no family/friends.. or home.. or credits to my name and most of my memories blocked. Which after a few odd jobs and hitchhikes eventually led me to Heroica Hall."

"Really sir Ezra, this unit thinks you would already know. I guess you want to hear it from the flesh and metals mouths themselves." Bers contemplates his awnser for a moment, as the lights of his core matrix processors flare up at the sides of his head. "Well primary motive to join was being a jobless vagrant, in need of credits and by extention the organic compound known as Alcohol which is this body's fuel or sustenance if you will. This unit build function designation is Warbot, therefor Heroica seemed like a logical place to earn credits and utilize this units assets. Discovering that Heroica provides free sustenance and lodging to it's members was a most pleasing revelation, so as long as this unit can remain of service it needs are met and therefor allowing me to improve my skills and assets instead to remain of service. Secondary this unit experienced much disdain from meatlings before joining Heroica and... experienced a sensation known to fleshbags as loneliness, until joining Heroica that is. Friends like Yelana and M.I.L.E.S. were quite nice to this unit straight away. Therefor staying in service of Heroica eliminates 'loneliness' and makes this unit feel good/happy/content."

"Ofcourse not friend Polaris, but these kind of missions are unpredictable." "Alright so to summarize, uncover, recover and protect the package at all costs."

Bers turns off his music as he processes the awkward rudeness of the situation. "Ahem, sorry friend Yelana, all good. Please continue sir Ezra." "Ah yes, understandibly you would hire the elite unit of Heroica." Although Bers hasn't gone on a mission with Yelana or Polaris yet, he is the type to have blind faith in his comrades ... and the type to grossly overestimate himself. "I do have a question actually, although we are ofcourse not judge, jury or execurtioner.. what if the 'package' happens to, accidentally, get damaged before delivery?"

Now THIS is how one welcomes members of Heroica, Bers thinks to himself as he enters the cabin and takes a seat. What is that insufferable noise, though. Might as well turn on some music instead, Bers start playing the latest pop sensation of New Port MegaCity, steaming Kawaii straight into his core matrix, as his head starts to bob awkwardly to a totally different rhythm then the band. As the bird coincidentally happens to bob its head in exactly the same rhythm as the track, Bers exclaims a bit too loudly due to the music playing in his head: "THIS UNIT GREETS YOU SIR, AND MIGHT I SAY, YOUR BIRD HAS A GREAT TASTE IN MUSIC!"