Ken Lee

Wearing a suit of mechanical armor sure takes a lot out of a man. The helmet depressurizes and he takes it off, rivers of sweat on his face. He can't wipe it off yet, though. Wouldn't want to stain expensive state-of-the-art machinery with sweat. If that's even possible. Surely if they can make something that can withstand thousands of tonnes of weight, they'd make it resistant to staining, right?

As he walked through the deployment chambers of the hangar facility, a hatch on the back of the suit opens up, letting fresh air run through. Another man helps him out of the suit, designation; Shell. Though he wears a skintight bodysuit under the Shell, it sure didn't help much in keeping him cool. Regardless of the suit's temperature regulation systems. Another day of patrolling through the streets and finding fans. Strange how people would take pictures with a man in an armed suit. Then again, he's basically a big shot celebrity. It just so happens that he's famous for fighting in a suit for a war and not famous for being in a movie.

Still, being able to deck himself out in high tech armor and weapons is cool. That, and being able to enjoy the glamorous life of a celebrity on the side as well is a big bonus. Still though, he can't help but think. Just what is this war supposed to be for? What would he get if his side won? What would the repercussions be if he lost?

Those thoughts... well, they'd be better off put to the side for now. Right now, all he wants is to get a nice shower and ice cold drink. Maybe find someone to cuddle with. Either/or. But the shower is important, though.