08-09-2015, 02:14 PM
Triest wasn't new from running from government types. He didn't always go looking for trouble, but he had a knack for accidentally finding it. He didn't know too much about this city, but judging from when they first entered, the cameras, the silent oppression of its inhabitants, the trio didn't exactly have minutes before security would start showing up with their own tanks.
"I think this is a terrible idea," Triest announced bluntly, "We're going to die trying to break through a military blockade. Besides, only one of us could work on the tank. I've seen all types. Cannons... lasers... flak... what kind of design are we even doing?" Hilariously enough, Triest had never seen a WWII tank in his life, as that event never took place in his world, nor the design.
Triest shook his head, "N-never mind. I say we have a minute tops before we get pounded with security. Why don't we hide in the lower levels until things cool off? From what I understand, they have less of a presence down there than they do up here."
He wasn't really sure if his suggestion would get through. His acquaintances certainly seemed sensible, agreeable, and intelligent, but they had known each other for only a day, and Axorn was a king. Would he listen to a lowly mutant? Or perhaps Triest was the one with the bad plan, and Axorn knew what he was talking about.
"Your call I guess."
"I think this is a terrible idea," Triest announced bluntly, "We're going to die trying to break through a military blockade. Besides, only one of us could work on the tank. I've seen all types. Cannons... lasers... flak... what kind of design are we even doing?" Hilariously enough, Triest had never seen a WWII tank in his life, as that event never took place in his world, nor the design.
Triest shook his head, "N-never mind. I say we have a minute tops before we get pounded with security. Why don't we hide in the lower levels until things cool off? From what I understand, they have less of a presence down there than they do up here."
He wasn't really sure if his suggestion would get through. His acquaintances certainly seemed sensible, agreeable, and intelligent, but they had known each other for only a day, and Axorn was a king. Would he listen to a lowly mutant? Or perhaps Triest was the one with the bad plan, and Axorn knew what he was talking about.
"Your call I guess."