[b][i][u]Firestarter, Mars city of Raminia, 0500 [/u][/i][/b] [b][i]As the olive green NWH Warbird sped across the rusty surface of Mars, The Frontiersman, Wilson, and 4 other soldiers sit in the back, the team ready for a slaughter. The 4 soldiers were playing extraction, while Frontiersman and Wilson were assaulting. In an instant, the ship came to a halt above the Town Hall, the back bay doors opening, the air perfectly still. This was the calm before the storm. The Frontiersman grabs a specialized G11 Chainsaw from the seat beside him, putting his arm inside the modified handle, the gun swallowing his left arm, and he sets it to fire lasers. He approaches the edge of the doors, looking out at the civilians, terrified, curiously watching. [/i][/b]"You ready?" [b][i]He asks Wilson, before jumping, landing from the 125 foot drop, his legs having springs in them to absorb the shock. [/i][/b] ((Wolfe only))