<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield</strong><br/><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Samson worked the Gauntlet through the series of small buildings, bearing in mind that he wasn’t equipped for short range attacks and hoping that they had scared the enemy enough to keep them compliant during the operation of taking on salvage. When he spotted the heat residue of a mech he almost squeezed the trigger, catching himself at the last moment as he recognized a fellow merc. Shaking his head, silently scolding himself for getting so jumpy, he headed towards the airfields, preferring the openness to the narrow streets. Reaching up, he dragged his arm across his brow, attempting to wipe away from sweat though he was unsuccessful, his whole body drenched still from the heat that just wouldn’t seem to dissipate.<br/><br/>Pulling out of the way, he settled the Gauntlet into standby before he loosened his harness. There was an ache across his shoulder, no doubt some bruising from when he got smacked a good one. Peeling off his drenched shirt, he tossed it before him, attempting to stretch out his limbs in the confines of his cockpit. With a slight grunt, he worked himself to feet, reaching up to release the hatch. Lifting himself out into the cooler air, he smiled for a moment, thankful to be out of the oven. When he spotted some of the damage to the left side of his mech, his smile vanished. With a slight growl, he stepped over, and squatted his large frame to take a look at the blackened and battered arm. The gun mount seemed intact from his angle, suggesting that it was wiring that had taken the most damage. Cursing silently, he shook his head, spitting his disgust at the weapon.<br/>