The green eye swiveled with a gun as it looked over the man extending his hand, and Wallace took it. A firm shake, and the man leaned back in his white chair. "People here are odd. I don't know many who would wear full armor to a party." Wallace chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "So why?"

"Better to be always prepared, rather than not at all." Marker commented, looking around the room quickly. "Besides, this place is more than secure enough if I wanted to attempt anything. My shields drop after a few shots and the armour isn't difficult to pentrate after the shields are gone."

Good to know. "Well, I'm not here to kill you, that's for sure. If anything, I'm here to help you. Here and the Quarter Corporation, we see armies as strong men, and believe that those strong men should be able to protect themselves from others... but look around. In this place of walking death machines, what can you expect when you drop your titans to the ground? A massive spike from the earth? Soldiers capable of smashing it into the dust..." Wallace placed a dome like black half-sphere on the table, and it projected a blue screen. Videos of dragons spitting fire and armies with large blue domes. "What are you here for? Just to be crushed?"