The hangar doors slid open before Graff and revealed what could only be described as a true FrankenMech. Somewhere beneath the bolted on plates of steel and garishly painted on yellow stripes was a Cataphract. The torso's AC port only featured a thick metal tube more for looks than anything else and the arm mounted cannons had been replaced with two heavy recoilless rifles on each. There could be a pair of lasers in the torso, or it was just some prisms for show. The comms sparked to life and a new voice entered the Assault lance's channel.<br/><br/>"Varyag here. Don't mind the looks, I can still walk on my own."<br/><br/>The Cataphract stepped out of the hangar with a strange sort of grace, as if it was unaware of its current condition. Codename Varyag had battled the authorities for several months on the issue, but without any equipment or resources the engineer had been unable to secure anything better than some old war materiel that had been forgotten long ago. It was severely under-armed, but intead had been given some improvised armor to at least make it resilient enough to make a hasty escape from the facility. The two older men closed the doors behind the freakish construction.<br/><br/>"Show the way. We better get out of here quick, the facility holds a garrison no less than thirty Cataphracts strong. They should have organized the defenses about now, so we don't want to stick around..."