(Turn 1)
Six round heavily built legs rise slowly and fall thunderously as the hulking machine, built like a walking aircraft carrier in a box, stomped forward steadily, down to the edge of the cliff. As it stopped, its body lowered to the ground. Long and comparatively thin arms reaching over the top of its body, and grabbing half of the large plates along its sides, and slamming them into the ground, making walls, a massive cannon lifting up at an angle.
The silvery humanoid cat-shaped mech steps forward.
MEOWWWWWW!!!
The gleaming white man-shaped mech steps forward and catches the sunlight on its radiant golden fashion-spikes and the shocks of red trim around its shapely and sleek armour.
For honour, glory, and Friendship! Our compatriots will not fall!
In the distance, a much smaller machine sets off at a dead run. Hardscrabble has a humanoid build,
lightly armored but fast and strong, forgoing the traditional integrated weapons systems of most factory-built mechs for a good pair of hands and an array of weapons strapped to its back and hips. As it arrives at its destination, Hardscrabble performs a bit of target practice with one of its 200 Gatling pistols.