Rance nodded. "Ah, yeah, I know the type. Lots of people just kinda come and go these days." He leaned against the wall, taking a peek out of one of the windows in the mobile base. He noticed...something, far off on a raised cliff in the distance. A small, tiny glint of sunlight. Maybe just a stray piece of metal? It wasn't uncommon to find wreckage out in the sandy plains these days.<br/><br/>"Huh." The cyborg muttered. Probably nothin' to worry about. He turned his attention away from the window, just in time to hear Alexander counting out money. "Whatcha gonna do with that?"<br/><br/>As the two continued their conversation, the source of the glint shifted lightly. A large, sandy-coloured tarp, covering a bulge that was almost completely hidden from view. Only the barrel of a gun and a scope were poking through the cloth, moving slowly to keep a visual on the mobile base in the distance.<br/><br/>Inside the cockpit, a woman in a very standard military pilot suit was manning the controls. Her outfit resembled that of a 21st-century fighter pilot's, if slightly better-fitting and more protective. Drab green cloth and a plain, large-visored helmet kept her safe from any potential mishaps in the machine's pilot seat, and had the bonus of a built-in air conditioner when hooked up to a system behind the chair. She finally spoke, talking to a superior on the other line.<br/><br/>"Got visuals on the target. You sure this is them?" She asked, eyeing the large, white vehicle closely. The land below was flat enough to keep visual on them even at the speed they were going at.<br/><br/>"Confirmed. You've got your orders, soldier. Bring them in. Now, later, doesn't matter. Just make sure you do it."<br/><br/>"What's Hawk want with these guys, anyway? They put on a hell of a show in town, but-"<br/><br/>"That isn't for you to know. Do your job, or we'll do it for you. For the Federation."<br/><br/>"Sure." She hung up her communications line, severing both audio and visual from the other party. The gun barrel and scope withdrew, and the soldier woman took hold of the controls. "Okay, Legran. Time to go."<br/><br/>Large, glowing orange blades shot out from below the tarp, severing the ropes holding it to the ground, and the machine hidden below it slowly raised. As the wind carried away the cloth, the machine below came into sight. A large, quadropedal beast, somewhat lion-like in body shape. It had a lithe black under-chassis, which was augmented with large plates of sand-coloured metal on the upper limbs, head, and torso. The beast's claws were lined with plasma rails, as was the tip of its tail, and it had multiple blade extensions coming from the forearms, mane, and shoulders. The mouth could close and open fully, lined with large and sharp metal teeth, and the eyes of the machine were protected by a cyclopean visor across the forehead and optics. On the robot's back, a large gun pack was mounted. There were multiple barrels visible, including two gatling guns, a large sniper cannon, and a pair of normal plasma shooters mounted near the top. In its compacted form, the guns folded into one another and rested against Legran's spine, kept sturdy and still to avoid damaging the complicated systems.<br/><br/>At the soldier's command, the lion mech leaped forward, diving from its cliffside nest, and began pursuing the mobile base. It moved extremely quickly, leaving large prints in the sand behind it.