<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Mersa Matruh<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Abigail could hear the sounds of commotion off onto the other side of the facility, followed by the telltale sounds of what was apparently gunfire as she simply stared at the suit of armor for a few seconds, wondering how straightforward or not one actually had to be to don the armor. "Sandstorm!" she then said aloud. "Dress me," she then ordered in a firm voice.<br/><br/>She paused, staring at the armor, seeing it do nothing except look pretty in the display case.<br/><br/>"Sandstorm! Activate!" she then ordered in a equally authoritative voice.<br/><br/>Again nothing.<br/><br/>"Sandstorm!" she then stated tersely again before pausing, trying to think of what else she could say. "Armor up?!"<br/><br/>She frowned, realizing every second was being wasted, not just here but back in Port Said as well. "Hell with this..." she finally growled, reaching over before pausing slightly, momentarily fearing she might somehow damage or sully the suit of armor before realizing how utterly ridiculous a thought that was. How could she scratch this armor with her bare hands? It wasn't like a mint condition comic book after all. Shaking her head, and tightening her face, she simply reached out and snatched the helmet of the Sandstorm armor and hoping Stark was right about the whole molding of armor to her body as she spun the rather light helmet in her head and then slid it onto her own head before letting out a bit of a grunt. "Fucking hair," she growled, lifting the helmet up again as she pushed her mane of green hair up a bit so it wouldn't be pulled on by the helmet. It was always the little things.<br/><br/>Then finally, she slammed the helmet down over her head, bracing herself for what was likely to happen. Some sort of barrage of heads up displays and virtual optical sensor suites or something. She figured she'd be prepared for it, having utilized SHIELD and SWORD mandroid armors before.<br/><br/>She wasn't.<br/><br/>"Whoa..." Abigail suddenly stammered, for as soon as the helmet locked in over her head, her eyes were lost in a deluge of readouts, specifications, displays and data points bombarding her visually. Overwhelmed by the visual stimulation, she stumbled backwards a few paces, not quite realizing it was merely the armors software suite adjusting to its new user and running its setup programs. While she found it dizzying and indecipherable, a genius like Tony Stark could read what was being displayed like a dime novel. And though it lasted for only several moments, it did nothing to prevent Abigail from tripping over her assault rifle and falling back flat on her backside, her now armored head bouncing off of the wall.<br/><br/>She wasn't concussed.<br/><br/>This armor was impressive.<br/><br/>Furthermore the heads up display seemed to simplify a great deal a moment later, showing something far more able for someone like her to adjust to as she slowly rose up to a sitting position and then slowly rose to her feet. "Sandstorm!" she then said, her voice automatically filtered out by the suit helmet. There was no response. So she tried giving it an order. "Sandstorm! Armor up!" she then ordered.<br/><br/>The armor literally flew off of the display mount and seemed to hurtle through the air towards her like she was a magnet. Naturally Abigail panicked a bit and recoiled, throwing up her arms protectively as she shirked away from the impending barrage of power armor pieces. The more then natural reaction to flinch paid painful dividends a moment later.<br/><br/>"OW!" she screamed a moment later as bright red lettering flashed an alert across her heads up display.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>REMAIN STATIONARY WHILE AUTOMATED ARMORING SEQUENCE IS ACTIVE</strong></div>