Sledge Mama - "Rumble Room"
The look that Ylfa gave them all said,
"Hang me now," or something along those lines. Though, the fact that a noose and stool appeared from nothing all but confirmed that as she stared back at what they had just said.
"Aaaaaaaaugh!" With that cry of agony, the table flipped before the three marines watched a six and a half foot tall woman fall to the ground and start rolling back and forward in frustration like a child. "But most of you were just standing there waiting to be shoooooooot!" she loudly whined, finally petering out and flopping onto her stomach. Lying there in the asteroid-dust with her chin on the ground, the way she lay there was like a kid who had run out of steam pouting. "And you guys even had the whole menu of things to choose from too. It's not like it went away for good or anything," Ylfa whined. "And don't think you get off scot free either Ed - you don't need me to babysit you around into shooting." After a moment, she finally turned around and sat back up to look at them. "As marines, it doesn't matter if you like to do things one way or another, because you all like staying alive a lot more," the Sergeant pointed out. "If they're in your face so you can't snipe, you pull out your damned gun or your knife if it's too close for even that. If you're out of ammo for your launcher, you get more, or - again - grab another gun!"
Crossing her arms under her bust, she did look upset, but something told them that she wasn't too upset. However, It was hard to tell what that other bit was exactly.
"For your information, a marine in a Hostile has to be worth at least three battlepods at once, if fresh out of boot," the corner of Ylfa's mouth tugged up ever so slightly. The classic question of 'How many X a marine is worth in combat' was always a consistently present joke, but also something to seriously think about. She didn't need to say what the ratio was this time around. Getting up from the ground and dusting off her front, the woman added, "You guys gotta think on your toes if you want to go anywhere - here, we're in an asteroid field with lots to hide behind. It's not like you got orders to hold fire either. And hell, I'm sure there's at Least two or three space worms hiding from space whales or or something." It was hard to tell if she was joking.
"Anyways, you guys want to give that another go, or try something a little different?" Ylfa asked them. Brushing aside a few stray strands of blond hair, she had the menu of prototypes show up for them, with a side tab for the regular gear too.
- Hyper Induction Bayonet
- Hyper Induction Folding Axe
- Hyper Induction Longsword
- Wrist Mounted Gauss SMG
- Heavy Penetrating Designated Marksman Rifle
- 20mm Fusion Assisted Railgun
- Heavy Penetrating Minigun
- Light Assault Ordinance Weapon (disposable)
- Medium Assault Ordinance Launcher
- Light Nerimum Shield
- Medium Nerimium Shield
- Heavy Nerimium Shield
- Shoulder Weapon Station (Mount Weapon)
- Durandium Stealth Armor Set
"Providence" Asteroid Colony
"Are you sure you didn't mean to say you'd peruse my wares kind sir?" Sherry winked, quickly playing the role to the hilt with Terrance. Watching him take a step forward, the young man soon felt the pull of gravity on him shift the moment his foot neared the wall. The constant tug started to emanate not only from the floor, but from the wall as well, making his transition far easier. Moving over, the pull of the floor faded away until he found himself standing up straight and tall. And right besides Sherry. "It's not hard at all once you get used to it - why, take a look!" she motioned with a hand. True to her word, there were waitresses who were moving up and down the aisles between the tables and right up the walls. Each doing so with ease, each dressed just as scantily as Sherry. Each as alluring and seductive in their own, unique way. Each -
"Wow, gravity plating pulled off of ships - far out!" Kelly exclaimed, grounding him.
"Mmmhmm!~ We're particularly good at parts hunting in old battlefields. Though, I'm glad you both like what you see," she spoke to both Richard and the machine-girl. Leading them over to a booth as she said this - the seating seemingly stripped out of an old-school Nepleslian diner with its colorful, plush seats - the waitress started handing them several hand written, scribbled menus. Though the handwriting was quite flowering yet legible, there was an abundance of crayon drawings depicting everything from cute animals to spaceships blasting each other out of space. "Do you see anything that you like?" Sherry asked again, this time pulling out a pen and note-pad as she leaned forward in what the innocent would think was anticipation.
Though, if they weren't looking at her wares, they'd notice something strange. The menu.
It sported...well, everything. Everything from what claimed to be high quality A5 beef and ribs to lobster and sushi down to bacon, green eggs and ham, nachos and even Delsaurian menudo. The menu selection itself was completely and utterly bizarre in how eclectic it was. Looking it over, they even saw several Abwehran choices such as weisswurst and sauerkraut for an example. In the desert section, the oddly named 'Dondurma' ice cream was even present too.
But what did this all mean?
