<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i21.servimg.com/u/f21/13/77/48/77/mechro10.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The time was around 16:00 by the looks of the shadows outside the crashed ships haul. the air was warm and moist inside the ship and reeked of oils and lubricants spilled on the ground. Alvy was shirt less and covered in grease while he worked on his machine inside its left buster arm. Chubs was sitting not to far away with Alvys heavy machine gun at the ready aimed at the opening of the ships haul.  Alvy pops out of that arm for a moment and coughes and spits to the side. "yuck pawn grease got in my mouth." he said pulling out a makeshift grease gun that was filled with a clear oil. Some thing that had been harvested from a machine like monster.   chubs chuckles as he moves a chess piece on a magnetic board and calls out. "check mate.... and you know its been about two weeks since the last pawn came here... think we killed them all?" chub's voice was that of a heavy smoker, with that he soon lit up a cigar with his feet as alvy looks at the chess board and topples his king as he loss. beginning a small cough he looks at chubs. "you seen any of the girls?? Its almost curfew time." he said looking out at the shadows of the trees from the jungle as chubs looked at him with a cigeret in his large lips. "if they where around you think i would be sticking near your sorry ass." alvy flips chbs off and nodds a little. chubs continues his little conversation with alvy. "so...." he said shifting his body a little because his ass was getting tired. "you going to try any of these girls some day? i mean you got two good ones the survived, time to play adam and eve." alvy slowly pokes his head out of the Shells arms hual. "when i feel like it i will let you know but for right now, keep your eyes out for them and any enemy's." chubs chuckled as he had gotten alvy iritated at him.  but he liked to do it to keep alvys mind off the fact they been here 4 weeks and no other conact with any other human life has been made.. not to mention they running low on supplies and there mechs are not ready for combat after the crash. Alvys mech was already more of a Frankenstein after its power core had bee ripped out of it by a creature he had named calling it a pawn.  Alvy jumps out and uses a repel line down to the floor. "al right i need a break.." he was soaked with sweat grease and oil. his machines arms where not working right, and it was making him frustrated.  he leaned over his hands on his knees as he coughed and spit some more. Pawn grease was foul smelling to begin with but its taste was worse. around his waist was a assault rifle he kept it handy with him after the first pawn attack.