The air is festive and the mercenaries are jolly because everyone's mood improves with the some good ol' doughnutium. But don't keep em waiting too long or they'll start to riot. The heavy armor and gun platforms are there to ensure the grunts don't get any crazy ideas.
This is the leader of Bleak Company. He's a merc named Bad Tom, and while he's not the strongest, or the fastest, he is the cleverest person in the whole outfit. Not too hard to be the smartest around a bunch of mindless killers, but hey props where props are due amirite? Behind him are his top three lieutenants. The man in the blue trimmed armor is named Captain King, he is in charge of a large portion of the companies ground forces. The robot in the middle is named Stabbo McFlanigan and she heads up security. And last but not least we have Bad Mike, Bad Toms protegé (and future leader of Bleak Company).
While most of the grunts stand at attention and wait with watering mouths, some people got bored and started doing their own thing. Like these mercs right here, who are having a debate about getting off the doughnutium standard and accepting something more widely used. They are of course wrong. Several officers noted the conversation and the mercenaries responsible will be whipped accordingly.
Some decided debate was not the thing they wanted to do while waiting for their paycheck. The heretic squad decided it would go do what it loved most. Burning things.
