Ze Captain stands, still staring out and up towards the airship, having mastered the art of drinking against gravity. Those were explosions I've been hearing, methinks. I must've gotten all of those poor, little, crazy people to go insane over the fact that they couldn't find my men. Poo. He sits on the roof, taking in the scenery, when he notices a bone-white prism smash into the dunes.
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There was a creaking as the doors lowered. The ash-grey colored titan looked out into desert, his vox-network crackling from the interference of the airship. His video feed cycled to clear out the grains of sand from his vision. Wordlessly, Metznik hefted his firearm, it purred slowly as it let off a purple hue, the rounds clanking as they fit into the chamber. He secured his plasma pistol, and trudged through the sand to the town. His armor hissed as pistons worked.