The planet was half swampy and half arid, though it wasn't an even or neat split. The swampy land was often an odd sort of jungle and swamp mix that made for poor places to set down on a bike, but the arid areas were mostly empty and hard packed. Which was why his wasn't the only bike out there. Harry had gotten the go ahead to open up his new hawg to go and bring a package to the nanobots, rather than sending someone out in a more traditional vehicle.
It had been awhile since the supply sergeant really got to open up a hawg, and the new bike still needed to be broken in. The man was on the large side, and had his arms exposed, mostly because he complained he couldn't move with sleeves on. His jumpsuit was a black that almost shone, like wonderfully soft velvet. He had shoulders on it, and his sergeant stripes were on his shoulder, along with his company insignia - a checkered red and black diamond behind a grinning skull that was wearing a jester's belled cap at a jaunty angle. He had his side arms attached to his belt, and a rather nasty bit of work in terms of fire arms in his side car. He'd left his usual partner back at base, something that would get him in trouble if the Cap ever found out. But sometimes a man just needed his bike, a wide stretch of road, and his own thoughts.
But there was one thing Chocolate Harry could never miss. The sound of another bike, any sort of other bike. With a grin, he checked that his larger weapon was secured so that no one could sweep it out of the sidecar, and then he headed for the other engine, revving his loudly in greeting.
Again, I do not have icons for most of these characters, I am sorry
It had been awhile since the supply sergeant really got to open up a hawg, and the new bike still needed to be broken in. The man was on the large side, and had his arms exposed, mostly because he complained he couldn't move with sleeves on. His jumpsuit was a black that almost shone, like wonderfully soft velvet. He had shoulders on it, and his sergeant stripes were on his shoulder, along with his company insignia - a checkered red and black diamond behind a grinning skull that was wearing a jester's belled cap at a jaunty angle. He had his side arms attached to his belt, and a rather nasty bit of work in terms of fire arms in his side car. He'd left his usual partner back at base, something that would get him in trouble if the Cap ever found out. But sometimes a man just needed his bike, a wide stretch of road, and his own thoughts.
But there was one thing Chocolate Harry could never miss. The sound of another bike, any sort of other bike. With a grin, he checked that his larger weapon was secured so that no one could sweep it out of the sidecar, and then he headed for the other engine, revving his loudly in greeting.