H4-D35 gently clinked his weapons, re-arming himself after the recent conflicts. He held his position by the entrance, glancing toward the stairway entrance they had descended down earlier, before the fighting had began. His gaze swept by the ruined remains of howlitzers to the sparse remains of Oozes. He noticed the others around him were not acting as tense as before, the fighting all seemingly over.
The big lug of a Machinaut closed his eyes and let out a long, smokey sigh of fatigue. A good oiling wouldn't go amiss.
[Rest: Hidden Basement]
[Reload: Grav Rocket]
((Exams and colds are a bad combination. Unfortunately, this means I will have to delay tonight's post again. I realize I've been operating on Valve Time for the entire semester; very sorry about this! Things will start going faster once I've finished my last exam.))