he quirked an eyebrow. "Fly, hm? I remember that war. They made me up to look like their grays and had me infiltrate a local headquarters as a bodyguard. After a month of gathering intel I tore the heads off of the regional board of directors and ran for the hills." he put a hand to his thigh, "I got a nasty scar from that one" he said, "got my mods in the orpganage, too. I only found out later i was really young," he flexed an arm, "guess that's how I ended up so big," he chuckled, looking at his fist and remembering the first time it had gone through 10 centimeters of cerama-crete. "I was trained in groundcar maneuvers and heavy infantry weapons when i wasn't playing at being a bodyguard."