"A weapon offers safety and freedom- neither of which you should ever expect from someone trying to turn a profit."
// Ridley the Gunsmith.
#BorderlandsRP#BLRP#BL2RP#MVRP#OCRP
@dahlturret [ He melts into the touch, carding his fingers into the longer bits of Axton's hair. His metal hand braces against the other's back, holding him close. ]
All according to plan~
[ He smiles, murmuring the words against the commando's lips. ]
"Ding enough of 'em, and they'd be swarming to provide backup for false alarms."
Ridley inspected the pistol, taking it apart with his eyes as an idea formed in his head.
"Of course, we'd need a way to quickly and reliably land a crystal in there..."
"I... might have something."
He replied, turning away from the lookout.
"... Maybe. It's risky. But that's how you usually operate anyways, so it's... probably fine?"
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Axton.
Axton raised an eyebrow.
"I assume by bringing this up you're making a plan, cause I don't know how in hell's name you expect ME to come up with something technical enough to disrupt them.
But I'm open to hear it- my plan was to try to lure as many into the wastes and+
As he pointed it at the crystal, it bounced the laser in a multitude of different directions.
"If we can land these in the optic sensors, it should fuck up their readings. They'll keep sending info to their buddies, but it's the /wrong/ info."
"Taking out drones that spot us will just attract more," He mused, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder.
"We need something to disrupt their scanners..."
"Hacking's never been my strong suit," Ridley replied, tightening a bolt on one of his leg braces.
They'd been a lifesaver as of late- allowing him to adopt the active lifestyle necessary to his survival.
@gunmetal_rust
No one knew exactly what caused the CEO of Atlas to go mad, whether it was the ghosts in his mind or his cybernetics, but they consumed him.
The same promises he made and swore to, to create a different path of CEO were broken like the planets and bodies +
The gunsmith pulled his own rifle off his back and peered through the scope, tracking the path between the tower and their location.
"As for how to get there..."
He sighed, looping his sights through the maze of industry that lie ahead, teeming with drones.