SEVER ZERO
"About time, boss."
The voice boomed like thunder. Tank was already there, doing one-armed pushups in his massive power armor. The avatar was a seven-foot hulk of industrial yellow plating, hazard stripes, and hydraulic pistons. One arm ended in a five-fingered manipulator; the other was a rotary minigun barrel that spun idly.
"I have a pregnant girlfriend, Tank," Ren said, his voice modulated by the system to a deep, distorted rasp. "I have a schedule."