The Wild Bunch

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The Wild Bunch is a small criminal group created by the CEO and Founder of General Synthetics, Charles Carmichael. They are work primarily as pirates, hit men or thieves outside of Republic controlled space but sometimes find legitimate work as mercenaries within the Republic.

Charles Carmichael began the group and funded it’s beginning in order to have a card that he could play to help destabilize elements outside the Republic through criminal means, thereby either forcing those elements to join the republic for protection, or make it easier to sell them General Synthetic armaments.

The group was assembled mostly by Brock Highway, a long term retainer of Carmichael. It’s member include but are not limited to…

McCloud
A gun for hire who is relatively new to the criminal scene but making waves. Survives enchanters through preparation, practicality and a quick draw. Not much is known about the time before he took the name McCloud but he was once married, had an unborn daughter and worked at the shipyards in Kuat. McCloud knows his way around a ship, especially of Kuat design and is an amateur mechanic of some skill, having kept his barely functional ship Jessica in space.

Highway is Carmichael’s voice in the Wild Bunch but McCloud takes operational command. His leadership makes him the best choice for Captain of the Brujeria.

Brock Highway
Brock has worked for Carmichael the longest and acts as the go between for the Wild Bunch and their benefactor. Within the team itself though he plays the part of muscle. At 6’6” tall and 240 pounds of cyborg muscle he is physically intimidating. He isn’t book smart and he isn’t subtle but he does what he does well. When they need something blown up, kicked in or thrown down, Brock is the one they go to.

He is considered the first officer aboard the Brujeria due to his connection to the groups bank roll.

Doctor Red
So long as Red has a few drinks in him he’s a perfectly ok Doctor. Since the Wild Bunch tend to get shot at a lot, Red spends a lot of his time changing bandages and treating burns. In his spare time though he drinks and reads medical journals. He has a Spice habit too which he indulges whenever he can find a dealer. He was joined the crew purely because he was promised money which he then spends on spice and booze.

He doesn’t fit anywhere in the chain of command and outside of the med bay he’s usually found passed out in a corridor.

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The Brujeria

The Brujeria is a Derriphan class Battleship. It's practically an antique compared to the other ships in the galaxy and it's chassis is in fact several thousand years old but the rest of the ship has been modernized. The ship was found by a team of historians searching Yavin IV to map and record some of the Sith temples there. It was purchased by a private collector and sat in a private space dock for 60 years. When the collector died his collection was auctioned off and the ship was purchased by General Synthetics.

Not much was done with the ship for years and then Carmichael decided to put together the Wild Bunch and thought the ship would be perfect as a mobile base of operations for them. He had the ship gutted and refurbished with modern systems. Since it was a civilian ship it's armament was minimal but there's plenty of room for less than legal improvement.

[MikDaTv]

Name: McCloud

Sex: Male

Appearance:
----- Height: 6'2"
----- Weight: 190 lbs
----- Eye Color: Faint glowing red (prosthetic)
----- Hair Color: Brown

McCloud wears a long, dark brown duster coat made from nerf leather. under the coat he tends to prefer professional looking button up, collard shirts and business casual pants with black combat boots. The exception to this usual wardrobe is when he knows he's going into combat. He has a black, tactical body suit which he wears under his duster.

His eyes are robotic prosthetics. They are Mk3 Datadyne Cybernetics Inc prosthetic eye implants. Not top of the line, but pretty close. They glow faintly with a red light. they aren't really visible unless he's in the dark.

Most of the time, when he's on the job or in combat he wears a black ballistics mask. It serves no real purpose since it won't stop a blaster bolt, but it hides his identity and gives him a more menacing look.

Personality:
McCloud is a consummate professional. Once he takes a job, he'll do his best to complete it and if he is unable to complete it, he'll reimburse his employer for his failure.

He holds financial gain above all else. Everything he does, he does for money. He is business minded and impartial about just about everything. If you want to employ him, you'd best be ready to negotiate. He rarely does anything for the asking price.

Not much is known of him before he took the name McCloud, but the reason he became McCloud in the first place is because he likes crime. He enjoys pitting himself against the authorities. He has nothing personal against police forces or military, he just likes going against the grain.

When it comes to combat, McCloud performs hitting hard, fast and overwhelming his opponent with lots of firepower. He goes into just about every situation packed to the brim with weapons equipment. He prefers to overkill rather than risk underkill.

Bio:
McCloud was a honest man once. He was a Starship Engineer working on Kuat, designing and building medium sized transports. He held two masters degrees in starship mechanics and hyperspace physics. He was an incredibly smart man who spent a large portion of his life in school. His job was great and his family was loving and stable. he had a pregnant wife and a two year old daughter.

The event that made him drop his life and take up the name McCloud happened not to long after he took a new job working for a Kuat shipyard. The local Exchange crime boss needed a ship for his smuggling operation and decided to enlist the pre McCloud against his will. Using a corrupt cop, the crime boss had his wife and daughter kidnapped.

Long story short, McCloud's family was killed… horribly, and McCloud watched. He was a cowardly engineer and because of it, the people he loved died. From that point on he became obsessed with crime. He swore vengeance, but first he needed to prepare. He started by robbing banks, gaining some capitol and slowly growing his love of money. He purchased his gear and the hulk of a ship. He spent the next 6 months stealing money and purchasing parts and scrap to build his ship and get it into working order. He named it the Jessica, after his wife.

Weapons and Equipment:

Blaster Pistols

McCloud prefers to go into fights armed to the teeth. It’s the one thing that often gives him an edge in fights against a numerically superior enemy. His basic armament almost always starts with his blaster pistols. Worn in comfortable thigh holsters on either leg, he carriers a pair of older, but reliable BlasTech ASI-12b's. They've been modified with an overclocked gas chamber which increases the power of each shot but makes each cell only good for 12 shots instead of the full 20.

Holdout Blasters

Worn in under arm holsters, these small blaster pistols are his backup weapons. Good for only a handful of not so powerful shots, they are light, small, easily concealable and quiet.

Scatter Blaster

Held in a holster on his back or a specially made pocket in his duster, the scatter blaster is made of lightweight materials so it can easily be held and aimed with one or both arms. Its effective range is only a hundred feet or so, but it has a big spread of powerful bolts making it a great room clearing weapon or close range street sweeper.

Ballistic Mask

When combat is assured, McCloud wears a Ballistic Mask. It has minimal electronics built into it. Basically just a comlink and a climate control system to prevent McCloud from overheating and the eyes from fogging up.

[MikDaTv]

Name: Franklin

Type: General Purpose Heavy Cargo Loader Droid

Model: 5M5H

Designation: F5T

Appearance:


Height - 8' 2"
Weight - 2,200 lbs
Lift Capability - 4,000 lbs

Personality: Despite his inability to talk, Franklin still somehow manages to convey his simple thoughts and ideas to McCloud through body language. McCloud can carry on entire conversations with the Droid by doing the voices for both of them and picking up on Franklins movements.

In Public, Franklin is shy, usually walking with hunched shoulders and back in order to make himself look smaller. This makes him look less conspicuous and intimidating but also double serves in allowing him to squeeze through most normal doors without damaging them. When engaged by persons other than McCloud, Franklin is usually obedient, unless given an order by McCloud to disobey. His willingness to follow orders is both a part of his program and now his emerging personality. He tries to avoid conflict whenever possible due in part to his non combat function and in part to his shyness.

When in a fight, Franklin is absolutely brutal but not on purpose. He literally doesn't know his own strength. Since he isn't a combat model he knows nothing of human anatomy or fragility so when he picks you up, he treats you like your any other two ton pallet of scrap metal. He can crush you in half and not even realize he's been putting that much pressure on you.

History: 5M5H-FST was originally a cargo loading droid brought online almost 30 years ago. It's old and beat up but rugged and far from the end of it's useful life. The droid was working at the salvage yard where McCloud bought his ship. He stole the droid when he took off because the Jessica was in such bad shape that he knew he'd need some help heavy lifting some parts for repairs later on. 5M5H-FST sat, deactivated in the cargo bay for almost a week before McCloud turned him on.

He reprogrammed the droid to respond to the name Franklin and began making modifications. As a cargo loading droid, it wasn't manufactured with intelligence in mind but McCloud did the best he could with what he had. The droid didn't have a vocabulator so it can't talk, but it can understand basic just fine, and it can speak binary like most every other droid when on a wireless network.

As McCloud built his criminal reputation, Franklin was his assistant, holding things down at the ship, acting as a heavy lifter when brute force is needed, and occasionally acting as muscle when McCloud thought he needed the intimidation factor. During his time in McCloud's service, Franklin has never had a memory wipe. Usually, droids begin developing their own personality when they go for some time without a memory wipe and Franklin is no different.

Build:
Franklin is built ruggedly with tough, simple parts. He his a mechanical powerhouse with both hydraulic joints and magnetic actuators. His shell is made from simple, cheep but thick steel. McCloud has spent some time wielding scrap bits of starship grade Durasteel to his outer shell to add more protection.

Franklin's droid brains are stored in the case on top of his droid body. They are accessible through the top via a small hinged door. There isn't much room for improvement in there and it isn't well protected so McCloud added additional hard drives within the core of the body which backs up all of Franklins programming every hour. His programming itself is very simple. as a cargo loader droid, Franklin never had much in the way of intelligence and McCloud didn't add much on since computer programing isn't his field of expertise.

For sensors, Franklin has a series of photoreceptors. There are two main ones and three secondary ones. The first main photoreceptor is mounted on the central eye which can rotate freely around within it's socket. the second main photoreceptor is mounted right next to his brain case and it always viewing forward so Franklin can always see what's directly in front of him despite where his central eye might be looking at the time.

The secondary photoreceptors are for more precise viewing. there is a zoom eye for seeing things at a distance or up close (useful for finding handle holds on otherwise smooth crates for loading). A Infrared eye so Franklin can operate in near darkness (so he can continue to work after the warehouse or dockyard he's working in has closed down for the day and the lights are off). And a general purpose fish eye which provides Franklin with peripheral vision. (for better navigation in a busy industrial or shipyard setting).

His hands are fully articulate human hands giving him versatility. he can scoop like a forklift, lift like a weight lifter, grapple like a crane or any other number of positions to help him lift a multitude of different kinds of cargo. His legs, while not technically Digitigrade, do share very common characteristics with Digitigrade legs. Because they're bent backwards, he can get very low to the ground and still walk. Normally this aids in being able to lift things off the ground but has a secondary usefulness in that it lets him lower himself enough to step through most normal doorways without bumping his brain case all over the place.

His feet are equipped with spikes which can dig into the ground and provide him with grip. Useful for pushing large crates too large to lift off the ground. When the spikes are deployed he's practically immovable depending on the kind of surface he's digging into.

[MikDaTv]

Name: Doctor Red (or just Red)

Species: Human

Age: 45

Sex: Male

Height/Weight: 5'9" 190 pounds

Appearance:



Personality: Red is always quick to remind people that he is not either Dr. Ned or Dr. Zed. He's a Doctor through and through which means he loves to help people... whether he has a Doctors license or not.

He is quick tempered and very short with the living but very polite towards the dead. He absolutely loves ham and cheese sandwiches which he is usually seen eating when examining a body or performing surgery.

He's always looking for the next really cool injury. He doesn't care much for the run of the mill blaster burns but he'll treat them just the same. He really likes the cool injuries like a fork in the eye or overcastration.

He is a functioning Alcoholic and occasional Spice addict. Some might say he actually works better when under the influence. At least he doesn’t have the shakes when he’s drunk.

Alignment: He's a Doctor Damn it, not a Sith.

Bio: Doctor Red, who is totally not Dr. Ned or Dr. Zed from Borderlands, got his medical degree on Cardia. He did 8 years of school, specializing in surgery and infectious disease.

His residency and first practice was in New Firestone General Hospital as a surgeon. He quickly became known as the best surgeon on Cardia during his years there, being called upon to try things that were crazy in order to save someone’s life. Life was good for him.

In about 5 years though he got caught drinking in his office and was fired. He was stripped of his license on Cardia and forced to move off world. Every civilized system seemed to have a record of his incident and refused to hire him. So he ended up going to the outer rim.

"Though if you get hurt and bothered I'll prolly just let you up and die on account of you being a douche and all."

He became almost famous among criminals, bounty hunters and hitmen as a cheap and reliable doctor to fix all their blaster burns, laser wounds, shrapnel holes and Chlamydia. The doc was respected by all, remaining neutral between all the gangs, crime families and competitive bounty hunters out there. If you had a wound you could go to Red and he would fix you and you would be safe while he did it... for a hefty price.

A lot of the Hutts liked him because they could always talk down his price some and he could be easily paid with the drugs they dealt in regularly. The Hutts, while they may have hated each other, always took good care of Red because he was the only real doctor within 150 light years who would bother to even work with them without serious death threats.

During this time he became addicted to spice, alcohol, death sticks and documentaries about strange animals.

"Damn, I need a drink. My liver is crying out in perfect health over here!"

He eventually started to fill his spare time with projects, which usually ended in disaster. He first realized this when he converted an entire colony on Dantooine into zombies. He was trying to come up with a new chemical that would increase the rate of cell regeneration in humans to that of faster healing species. Unfortunately it also turned them entirely mad when they became uncontrollably hungry (because they constantly needed more energy to keep up the cell regeneration) and insane (due to tumors growing in their brain). Even after they died, their still living cells would continue to regenerate and repair the dead body until it came back to life. He had to correct his mistake by nuking the entire colony and leaving the planet, hopefully with no one noticing the atomic crater and partially vaporized zombie bits strewn about.

"Now in the third week of my clinical trials with corpse reanimation. The skin cells have reacted well to the treatment but the bodies themselves seem to have uncontrollable hunger. Right now, it seems all they crave is raisins and bran muffins, but I fear with strength applied to the reanimation their hunger will grow much stronger and possibly dangerous. Fear not, I will trudge forward unhindered by the possible destruction of mankind. Am I high? Probably, but at least I DON'T MAKE POPCORN WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WORK"

He gave up projects for a while, seeing as how his last was such a disaster. He decided that maybe to help him out, he should see the galaxy a little. Since he's lived in his solitude little medical bunker of Tatooine for so long he's lost touch with the galaxy and wants to reconnect with the stars. Or maybe he's just going through a drug induced hippy phase but either way, he wants to travel.

He hired a shuttle pilot to take him to a few different planets and a hooker to keep him company. He ended up killing the hooker one night after chasing her out of a cantina in a drunken stupor and stabbing her to death with an anti-bacterial syringe. The pilot was a little scared of him after that and ran away, leaving Doc Red stranded on Nar Shadda.

He worked on Nar Shadda with the Exchange for a while. He fixed up their wounded and helped torture the guys they didn’t like. He enjoyed his time there because a lot of the exchange thugs liked killing in unusual ways like shocking people in the back with a portable arc welder or pushing them through a window to their death. Red worked closely with the smugglers as well, doing medical checkups on all the drug mules they used. It kept up his spice habit as well as paid well.

After a while doing this he started a new project. This time he was trying to come up with the ultimate poison. He tested it within the Exchange headquarters by lacing all the food in the galley with it. He stuck around to watch who died faster so he could tell which poison worked the best. After 45 deaths and a dozen or so hallucinogen induced rampages, the Exchange kind of frowned on Red after that. He left Nar Shadda, barely escaping with his life and headed back to Tatooine.

He was recruited by Brock Highway into the Wild Bunch on orders from Charles Carmichael, CEO and founder of General Synthetics. He was promised payment and updates on all the latest R&D GS was doing in the medical field.

[MikDaTv]

Name: Brock Highway
Class: Soldier
Age: 57
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'6" 240 Lbs
Species: Human (Cyborg)
Appearance:
Brock is tall and heavy but his weight as actually much greater than what you would guess. All his cybernetic implants within his body and his robotic right arm weigh considerably.

His hair used to be brown but has turned gray a long time ago. His level of activity is impressive for someone his age but frequent kolto and later bacta injections have pushed back old age for him and the extent of his cybernetics make up for any physical weaknesses his body has developed. He looks a little younger than his true age and his body is as fit as someone in their 30’s.

His head and face shows signs of his cybernetic implants. Places where the skin has been replaced with access ports or scars from an implantation surgery. Some of them even plug into his battle suit to help feed his body information.

Personal Items:
----- T-86 Heavy Battlesuit
Designed by the Republic and modified by the Mandalorians, Brock’s T-86 is heavily armored with Durasteel plates and motorized joints to help lift some of its own weight. It might not be Besker, but against most small arms it’s just as good.
----- Republic Assault Cannon
Big, Dumb and Powerful. Designed with the phrase “You don’t need to be more accurate, you just need to shoot more bullets” in mind. It has an extremely rapid firing rate and each shot packs a heavy punch but it it short range, inaccurate, and depletes energy cells faster than the whole planet of Coruscant. Brock can only fire the thing 30 seconds continuously.
----- Heavy Blaster Pistol
Charged with 20 shots per power cell, this sidearm might as well be surgically attached to Brock at the hip. He wears it everywhere.
----- Knife
Curved blade, good for hacking and throwing.


Bio: Brock’s life began as Project 218151. He was a test tube baby produced by Dr. White and his team as a prelude to the Mr. Blue project. His genetics were gathered from multiple sources and spliced in order to make him a perfect specimen for accepting cybernetics.

218151 was considered a success. He was grown to the biological age of 10 and then given some minor cybernetics implanted such as a cochlear implant which enhanced his hearing and allowed him to listen in on com signals tuned to him. Other implants included a neural net system throughout his body to make future cybernetic limb replacements easier and a bio chip in his spinal cord to enhance reaction time and regulate bodily functions. He took these implants with great success, showing not even the slightest sign of rejection.

Being deemed a success and all pertinent information gleaned, he was abandoned in THE PEARL when the facility was evacuated and self destructed. The section of the facility with his stasis pod floated to the surface of Mon Calamari where he was picked up by a salvage team which had picked up the large metal debris on their sensor and thought it was a quick buck.

218151 couldn’t even speak basic at the time so he was placed in an orphanage for troubled youngsters. His childhood was marred by violent outbursts due to his frustration at being so behind all the other kids. Even in a school devoted to troubled children of various kinds, most of them could speak to one another while he had to learn to speak to communicate. He did poorly in class and preferred things like working out or playing sports in the gym. Despite all his issues, he was adopted by a family who had joined a colonization team headed to the outer rim.

Brock’s life didn’t get any easier. Growing up on a colony, isolated from the Galaxy at large and without a lot of resources a city could provide, he became tough as nails and hard as rock. He got a reputation as a bully in school and was suspended more than once for violence. He loved his family though, loyal to them in every way. They were the ones who took him in and trusted him, the first time anyone had done something like that.

At age 20, he signed up for the Republic Marines. He left the family that he loved and went to Marine Training camp on Corellia. The highly structured and scheduled life of boot camp made sure he was on track all the time. He did what he was told and learned things like marksmanship and how to strip a weapon better than most in his class. Generally he did poor at intellectual things like history but did very well in practical things like meeting physical standards and manual labor.

When he got to his first unit, he was one of the most squared away people there even though he was probably the least intelligent. After a year at his unit seeing no action, Brock volunteered for a Republic Military experimentation program. The program was looking for volunteers to submit to testing and receiving possible cybernetic implants. Brock was their best subject since the artificial neural network implant allowed him to take cybernetics much more easily and efficiently.

The experimental implants he was given ranged from simple joint reinforcement to a sub-dermal Kolto/Bacta injection system that monitors his life signs and injects him with the healing drug when he sustains major injuries.

While he liked the Military life, he had a problem with his fellow soldiers. A lot of them weren’t as into the Marines as he was. A lot of them just joined to pay for school so they could get a good job when they got out. Brock felt like the Marine Corp was his second family and that these people were merely using it as a stepping stone for something else.

From this early stage he was interested in the Mandalorian culture. Their warrior mentality and their loyalty to their cause captivated his interest. When the war with the Mandalorians broke out, Brock went into battle with his Unit. He lost 80% of his company within the first engagement because their leader had never seen combat and seemed surprised that the Marine Corp would ask them to fight when all he needed was money for college. Likewise the soldiers themselves weren’t that into it. Brock and a few others were the only soldiers who gave a damn about the conflict and were the only survivors.

Brock was captured. He was interrogated for information but he didn’t talk. He toughed his way through the torture, and earned some measure of respect for his resistance to the pain and his knowledge of Mandalorian Culture.

Eventually the Mandalorian raiders who had captured him decided to leave him for dead. Brock escaped, killed them, took their ship and traveled to Mandalore. The feat of his escape was impressive enough to earn him some honor and begrudging respect among the clan he made contact with and Brock decided to become Mandalorian.

Mandalorian life was good for him. The structure, honor and obedience fit his personality and as a ex soldier of the republic he brought something to them that the Mandalorians didn’t have, professionalism.

He fought the Republic for years until the warfront moved to his parents colony. The Mandalorians descended on the colony with their Basilisk war droids and slaughtered everyone there in order to loot the colony for resources. Brock saw no honor in this and left the Mandalorians. He didn’t betray his clan or his unit, he merely packed his bag and left.

He works as a mercenary now. A Soldier for hire, angry at the world for the death of his adoptive parents and how he has no military family to go to. He drinks heavily and gets himself in and out of jail on a regular basis.

[MikDaTv]

LQ-R31

Model: IGP-15 droid (IG series prototype)



Synopsis:

LQ-R31 was built by republic engineers on Coruscant 30 years ago as an advanced battlefield assassin/anti infantry droid but was never finished. Because of all the conflict in the 0.0.0 system the engineers working on him abandoned the project and fled the planet.

During one of Coruscants lightning storms however, the repair bay holding LQ-R31 surged with power and shorted out soon after. The power boost awakened LQ-R31 and he automatically went into repair mode, thinking that he was damaged in battle. He downloaded his own schematics from the labs computer system and began building the unfinished parts of himself. Once he repaired himself he went into reconnaissance mode.

More than the physical damage though, the lightning had fried his memory hard drive and behavioral core. All his systems went haywire as a result and once he was finished repairing the damage to his body his internal AI systems reorganized his various programs, giving all his uncorrupted protocols a much higher priority while also moving as much memory data from the memory hard drive into other systems.

He was programed with a unique Revenge Protocol which became one of the highest priority programs and the names of all the engineers and researchers who built him got moved onto it’s list of targets as a result of the data reorganization.

Even after LQ-R31 managed to secure a new hard drive and behavioral core, his programing never reverted back.

The end result his a highly buggy war droid determined to find those that created them and kill them as per the Revenge Protocol. Over the years, he has adapted the ability to either make subordinate copies of himself which act as invasive programs that try to take over unprotected systems.

His original body broke down and was destroyed several years after his awakening but he managed to download himself into an astromech droid and then later into a protocol droid. Eventually, using funds he secured through nefarious means he purchased dozens of republic war droids and several plots of land on various republic worlds where he stores them. If his current body is destroyed or rendered irreparable he will make every effort to download himself into a near by computer in hopes of making back to one of these stashed bodies. If he can’t do this, or is completely destroyed, one of them will activate automatically after 6 months without word from the primary program. That body will restore LQ-R31 from it’s last backup, designate itself as the new primary and continue on.

As Part of the Wild Bunch

Charles Carmichael contacted and recruited LQ-R31 to be part of the Wild Bunch. Aside from a very large sum of money being paid to the droid, Charles also promised him information regarding those listed on his Revenge Protocol list. In exchange, LQ-R31 acts as extra muscle and the ships “Master of Assassins.” He has also been sworn to not download copies of himself into the ships computer or any computer system connected to a General Synthetics server.

Carmichael isn’t dumb however and make sure any and all systems LQ-R31 might come into contact with are hardened against his intrusion. So far though LQ-R31 has kept to his word.

As a member of the crew he spends most of his time going over the groups gear and making sure everything is clean and fit for fighting. He also is consulted on mission planning due to his droid brain ability to notice, plan, and calculate details.

He responds to the name Liquor among the crew. It’s the British “Li-Cure” pronunciation of the word though. For whatever reason the droid prefers it that way.

Systems

His original body is long since reduced to scrap but LQ-R31 currently uses the droid body of a commonly used Republic war droid. It’s an older model, built without the array of sophisticated electronics that modern war droids have but at the same time rugged and dependable. He chose it due to their cheep availability on the black market and the ease in which he can repair the body should it become damaged. Spare parts are common and easy to replace.

It’s also versatile, using humanoid hands and digits that allow the droid to pick up and use just about any hand held weapon in the galaxy. Being a droid body though, LQ-R31 can pick up and fire weapons in a sprint that would require most humans to be stationary and braced against the kick.

He has built in coms and a short range sensor package that lets him pick up signals and life signs in his general vicinity. Like McCloud, he is usually loaded for bear, carrying a multitude of pistols, explosives, at least one rifle and various wrist mounted launchable devices, slug throwers or blasters.

[Zilfer]

I'll delete this message later mik, but LOL!!!!! Sometimes all i can do is shake my head. xD

[MikDaTv]

what?

[Zilfer]

You know what.