Let's Henshin!

Well it was only my campaign run that took just shy of 15 hours. I then went on to do some multiplayer stuff.

And I just spent the last two days playing the entire game. It was fantastic. And no I definitely don't have a problem spending that many hours straight playing the game. It was only 15 hours in 30 hour or so period.

Cut the dramatics, Hubert. Nobody would've recognised you and your miniscule post count. Sorry Onarax, you know I'm just trying to be like you.

The jig is up compadre. We've been caught. But yeah I might be back as well, might not.

Steltians are so cool. It's gonna be hard to beat one.

Sounds like a plan. I'm thinking of making like a Vortixx that breathes fire.

Sure, we can inflate our post counts together.

Currently Henshin-ing my way through the Riders.

Is this the place dweebs can inflate their post count?

IC: Kaz Arrives! The outpost will be secured! With a crash the door to the Imperial Garrison command room was kicked open by one Adachihara Kazuma. The man always had a flair for dramatic entrances and this was nothing out of the norm. Much like this command room for the matter: blinking monitors illuminating the faces of anxious officers, pungent coffee smells emanating from those officers, and musty gray walls that made the officers anxious in the first place. Individuality wasn't really the Empire's fortee. Once you'd toured an Imperial Garrison, you've basically toured them all, which made navigation easy enough. It also created predictable responses. Such as the fact that now every trooper in the room had their blasters pointed Kaz's way. Just the way he liked it. A grin began to spread across on the man's face and his eyes appeared to spark as he took on a savage stance. Yet before he could even crack his neck, the garrison commander ranwobbled over to position himself between Kaz and the troopers. The man, while he had long abandoned his physicality to snacks, was still an astute commander. His eyes had been quick to notice the saber resting at Kaz's belt and that underneath his vibrant red jacket were the battle scared remains of an Inquisitor's robes and uniform. Let it be known however, that this commander was only quick to draw when it came to monetary matters, and thus a brawl with an Inquisitor was the last thing he wanted to do. Kaz on the other hand could only click his tongue as he ignored the platitudes and apologies of the nervous commander. It was one thing to have his fun interrupted, it was another to be greeted about a spineless commander more concerned with wealth than military dominance. It was no wonder Costa seemed to look down on the Empire if these kinds of morons were her daily experience. Although right now he had little sympathy for the woman who had assigned him this bore fest. "Ah shut up!" His patience having long since worn thin, Kaz's polite suggestion was merely his way of silencing the greedy commander. "I'm here to secure so do a headcount. Let me know if anyone's missing." With a wave of his hand, Kaz dismissed the commander and found himself a empty officer's chair to recline in. As he made himself comfortable, the Kaz used his transmitter to patch into Costa's line once more. "I have arrived. He's doing a headcount. Next time can I get the fight?" Short and sweet words tinged with an aggressive unrest, the standard Kaz approach to communication.