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Post by Nobody on Apr 29, 2017 21:05:42 GMT
The Four Mimic of Polyfex looked at their creator simultaneously as the order was given, a habit she had ingrained into their empty minds in order to make them appear less eerie. To others, that is. Polyfex herself looked to the Radio as the message processed, and command her false people to follow it. Peeking her eyes from the armored backpack-like compartment that served as a means to keep the unarmed Calrutian safe, she awaited for her Miriam Puppets to prepare for possible battle. Two of the Mimics were Human-like, both of which were checking over their respective Plasma Rifle and Plasma Repeaters, while the third Nahean-like was looking over it's Plasma Scattergun. As for the fourth Mimic- Velocran this time- was rolling its shoulders as its with its Riot Shield in its more compact form, and it's Stun Baton clenched firmly in its grip. It was due to the Fake Velocran's larger size that it was going to be the one transporting Polyfex, the container keeping their Mind and Master secure, was safe on its back.
With weapons on hand and full body suits equipped, the small group (Or individual, considering that the only one really living was the Spider) marched their way towards their Dropship, having been somewhat uninterested, with little action and excitement between the Fakes and no real fights or crimes. Though with the call to arms, the odd fake Quintet entered the vehicle, signalling for the pilots to begin the trip to the situation- with an arachnid preparing her psyche for the oncoming confrontation.
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