<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</strong><br/><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Allia, Kari, Open<br/><br/>Samson had never been much of a social being, talking only when he needed to and usually with short, to the point statements. Life on the run had helped with that and after joining this mercenary band, he figured it would continue. Still they always seemed to try and engage him some way. Hearing his nickname mentioned, he had glanced at Allia, shrugging his broad shoulders casually. It was only a few bruises from the tightness of his harness, nothing he hadn’t suffered countless times before. Rolling his shoulders, he had turned back to examine his mech when he felt the heavy step of the commander’s mech pulling up. Wondering if a scolding might be at hand for his inability to stay out of firing range, he turned halfway to glance towards the commander. Instead of a scolding, he seemed to be trying to beckon him to join her where she was conversing with Allia.<br/><br/>Acting like he hadn’t noticed, Samson stepped under the left arm of his Gauntlet, running his fingers along the blackened and battered armor for a moment, feeling for any serious cracks. Nodding, he moved his inspection towards what could be considered the elbow, peering at the tangle of wire tubing that hung there. Sure enough one was nearly melted in half, the other showing signs of damage as well. That would explain why he hadn’t been able to get any shots off. Taking the tubing in hand, he tugged a little before spitting on the ground, only imagining the time it might take to pull and rerun all of the melted wires.<br/>