7/8/2011 Patrolling Off Route Image:Doac jpg.JPG Blades vents hard as he pulls and tugs, then bashes the recently dead empty against a wall. He stops for a moment to scratch below the back of his helm before he applies both hands to wrench the corpse's arm out of its socket, and then he begins sloppily field-dressing the limb to get to the tubing and raw materials he craves. His shoulders roll as the sensors inside prickle. Crackshot shivers "Ugh. Is he EATING that other mech?? " asks Crackshot, somewhat horrified.”Should we stop him?" he asks, uncertainly.