((oops! Sorry!))<br/><br/>Tyla grins as the ensigns return. She thumbs her personal comm to a narrow band, and hopes Drake or Dragoon are listening.<br/><br/>"Drake... do you have any hardware that'll fit onto the LMG modules of a Lawgiver?" she asks "Grenade launchers, motion trackers, things like that? I'm gonna need all the hardware I can get, and anything that'll fit on a Lawgiver will interface with my internal cybernetics... if it's a tracker or scanner especially, I'll be able to warn us in advance"<br/><br/>She paces here in the control room, occasionally adjusting the long belt of ammunition that the weapon seens to be generating all on its own. Every thirty seconds or so, a new round of ammunition emerges from the bottom of the pistol part of the gun in a loop that spools around to the side , where there's the classic lift-and-clip type loading mechanism of the M60.