Carrie gave Judas and Malandrax a salute, then gestured for Olivia to follow suit. She headed out of the command room, answering Olivia's question on the way. Her tone was amiable, far more so than when she had been reprimanding Olivia just a few scant minutes ago.<span style="color: #8040BF">"The first protopype mark of Carnivore's chassis and arnaments were built ten years ago, when I was fresh out of the academy. It didn't work so well with standard shells, however, so I had to spend nearly a year designing a shell that could utilize Carnivore's abilities properly. After that, a year went by to reinforce and manufacture key parts of the chassis, to ensure it had the agility required to make a viable skirmisher-class. Carnivore mk. I saw its first deployment eight years ago, but this is mk. II. The current configuration has been the way it is for three and a half years."</span>As the pair reached the supply warehouse, Carrie exchanged a quick word with the quartermaster, who seemed oddly reluctant to cooperate - right up to the point where Carnivore stood behind Carrie, twin-linked machine guns whirring. After that, Carrie and Olivia were quickly granted all the rations and ammunition they required, loaded onto a mule warpiece near the entrance. Carrie turned to Olivia.<span style="color: #8040BF">"Alright, you puppet the mule, and we'll head to the train and load up. And you can tell me a little more about yourself on the way."</span>Carnivore, now loaded with fresh ammunition (though sadly short on flak rounds, as there were few of them) picked Carrie up and nested her in its arm.