"Enclosure, could you please replace this with the war rig?"
And behind her, it materializes. The machine is actually the bones of an old soviet eighteen wheeler, but it has been outfitted for war. The truck cab is built up, strapped with mirrors, emergency exits, reverse opening doors. The back is fortified enough to take blows from explosives, to be hit with saws and axes while on the move. There's turrets with weapons mounted in them, spikes, a cow-catcher, and several extra engines tucked in various places. Above all, though, it's outfitted to look mean; it's fitted with skulls and fire, Joe's symbol embossed in several places, all except the driver's side door, which is facing them. The bit of morbid art there marks it as uniquely Furiosa's.
She reaches for the driver's side, already offering;
no subject
She says, and then clears her throat.
"Enclosure, could you please replace this with the war rig?"
And behind her, it materializes. The machine is actually the bones of an old soviet eighteen wheeler, but it has been outfitted for war. The truck cab is built up, strapped with mirrors, emergency exits, reverse opening doors. The back is fortified enough to take blows from explosives, to be hit with saws and axes while on the move. There's turrets with weapons mounted in them, spikes, a cow-catcher, and several extra engines tucked in various places. Above all, though, it's outfitted to look mean; it's fitted with skulls and fire, Joe's symbol embossed in several places, all except the driver's side door, which is facing them. The bit of morbid art there marks it as uniquely Furiosa's.
She reaches for the driver's side, already offering;
"Come aboard?"