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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>It was at the edge of woodfield, the stretching hills and wastes beyond the bubble a hellish bit of space compared to the tranquility of Woodfield and Fairhaven. The air was calm and crisp, spring well underway at least. There was a small camp, clydesdales and even an M1A1H dragging around a few wagons in preperation for what would come after if the team assembled was successful.
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		+	A human in military garb, male with an eyepatch over his left eye came up with a frown and cigar. His eyes flicked over the team as he started to wave the cigar holding and around to punctuate his talk. "Now look here maggots!" He starts, a passing insectoid infected coughing slightly to draw his attention. "I mean... cat, mouse, and human." The leader starts over, raising the eyepatch to show there was a good eye underneath as he rexamined everyone. "We have a situation nearby. Through this valley there is a small encampment we started after p-day. A chance for new life outside the bubble. With everything going on afterwards contact was lost and as we started to send out scounts once more we've found a set of humans moved into it and formed it into a sort of fort. They are holed up in the school in the ruins of the old town there and we need you to get them out. Any questions?"<br> <br>Skade fires off a sloppy salute and grins. The cat girl is clad in quite normal, for her atleast, clothes. Tight fitting denim, a short leather jacket with a bikini top under it and for once, actual combat boots instead of her usual heels. Over her shoulder a rifle is slung, looking rather futuristic. Against her hip in a holster is another advanced looking gun.
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		+	"Right, Sir. Any idea how many there are down there, and if they're the angry shoot at you first types of fellows?" she asks, quickly followed up with another "Sir?"<br> <br>Marshall coldly greets the male human, he is wearing not a armor or anything so protective, but some kind of tight and very flexible clothe that remebers a scuba suit covers his entire body, it provides free movements, and accentuates his body curves. The only weapon that he seems to have are his sharp claws, and nothing else.
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		+	The mice asks "Sir, the chances of someone dying in the process, are high or low, sir? And also, what would we be facing in the place that we need to reach?" the voice of the mouse is girly, but the serious tone of his words could easily make you forgett this.<br> <br>While the briefing goes on, Dio reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a small piece of food designed to toughen up the body a little. Not to be rude of course, but going outside the nantie bubble called for any protection possible. What a strange character, he thought to himself, peering at the un-needed eyepatch. "Of course sir," he says with a small dip of his head, stashing away his little snack and preparing for duty. "I believe I understand the mission details, but I don't think relocating them is quite necessary. I'm not sure where we would even ship them, as I don't believe putting them in the bubble is the best of choices, but they have the free will in the end to do such. If this area is an effort to create a new village, perhaps they can be integrated with some convincing." The lion reaches back and unstraps the riot shield he'd been hauling, eventually pulling it to his front.<br> <br>"Unknown total composition, six confirmed. We haven't attempted to approach them prior to now but we've seen them shoot at any ferals getting close. From what we've observed they have primarily hunting rifles with a few carbines and one sniper weapon." The expedition leader showed no sign of offense at the sloppy salute or casual questions from Skade, likely one who had dealt with a large number of specialized 'agents' before. Full military discipline was a thing of the past for most these days for good or for ill.
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		+	Marshall, for his part, got a more appraising look from the man and a slight crease in his pants stood out as he muttered something about 'spartans doing it right'. "The potential danger is high. Mutant healing is limited but if kept stable until the bubble is reached again survival is likely. I wouldn't stand in front of a rifle and test it, stay low, fight smart if you have to."
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		+	His eyes move toward Dio next and an assistant nearby brings over a box so the commander can look the large male in the eye. "In truth we just need them out of they way. So long as we get what we need their fate isn't our concern. The village creation was a failed initiative and I haven't been informed of a restart of it yet. If you can convience them to join in then I'll pass that along to the higher ups and we can see what happens."<br> <br>Skade flashes the lion a grin. "See, Dio? We'll be one happy, big family in no time! I'm sure you can talk 'em into it and we'll be back before lunch! If not well.. I'd be happy to provide some cover with my own sniper rifle. Still, a mode of.. approach would be nice. What do you say, sneak in, have ourselves a look from a very, very comfortable distance?" the cat girl says, putting her gauss rifle down, resting the butt of it in the dirt.<br> <br>Marshall shrugs and says without giving much attention to the lion that just arived "Since you have said that they are shooting any approaching feral, there is no way to make such approach without having a bullet through the brain, our animalistic characteristics could cause the wrong idea, so I agree with the idea of attempting the contact with them before we do any move" his words float around the place as he nods in agreement to the team leader, he doesn't seems to have intention of interact with the other members of the team, unless it is needed.<br> <br>Dio idly flicks his tufted tail here and there, listening in for the extra bits of information. "I shall do my very best, my lady," he says with another small dip of his head towards Skade. "I do hope I'm not rusty from a bit of time off, but we'll see what we can do." The lion pats his riot shield, giving off a solid and somewhat satisfying metallic clank. "I think I shall simply go forth right down the middle like a true fool. Hopefully a suit wearing lion carrying nothing but a riot shield shall at least make them hesitate a little while we can perhaps talk it over. Worst case, I get shot, die, and then you tell my wife I love her," he says with a slight chuckle. "Anyways, we should be off quite soon. I'm ready to go."<br> <br>"I leave the final decision up to you. I'll be overseeing the preperations of the team to follow you in once the situation has been delt with or it's been deterimined the mission is to be scrapped." The commander says, saluting the group and hopping off the box. "Now get to work agents and make sure you don't damage anything on the roof of the school or blow holes in the walls. I know some people are overly fond of rocket launchers but if the building is compromised and everything in it broken the mission will be a wash. Good luck and Odin;s speed."<br> <br>Skade salutes again at the end of their brief and turns to the other two members of the team. "Alrighty then. Lion front and center, I'll hide in the bushes or whathaveyou and.. er.. who are you, now again?" she asks the mouse.<br> <br>Marshall nods to the male human and turns to Skade "Name's Marshall, call me Mars by the way." she stretch a hand and says while wait to the cat to react to his act of greet "So... The main objective is to try a contact, right? How are we going to do it? Any suggestion or idea?" his eyes locked at the cat in front of him, examining it body, as if she was a possible foe, or a very usefull ally.

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Participants

• Bartolome
• Dio
• Marshall
• Nichole
• Skade

Date

6/4/2014

Log

It was at the edge of woodfield, the stretching hills and wastes beyond the bubble a hellish bit of space compared to the tranquility of Woodfield and Fairhaven. The air was calm and crisp, spring well underway at least. There was a small camp, clydesdales and even an M1A1H dragging around a few wagons in preperation for what would come after if the team assembled was successful.

A human in military garb, male with an eyepatch over his left eye came up with a frown and cigar. His eyes flicked over the team as he started to wave the cigar holding and around to punctuate his talk. "Now look here maggots!" He starts, a passing insectoid infected coughing slightly to draw his attention. "I mean... cat, mouse, and human." The leader starts over, raising the eyepatch to show there was a good eye underneath as he rexamined everyone. "We have a situation nearby. Through this valley there is a small encampment we started after p-day. A chance for new life outside the bubble. With everything going on afterwards contact was lost and as we started to send out scounts once more we've found a set of humans moved into it and formed it into a sort of fort. They are holed up in the school in the ruins of the old town there and we need you to get them out. Any questions?"

Skade fires off a sloppy salute and grins. The cat girl is clad in quite normal, for her atleast, clothes. Tight fitting denim, a short leather jacket with a bikini top under it and for once, actual combat boots instead of her usual heels. Over her shoulder a rifle is slung, looking rather futuristic. Against her hip in a holster is another advanced looking gun.

"Right, Sir. Any idea how many there are down there, and if they're the angry shoot at you first types of fellows?" she asks, quickly followed up with another "Sir?"

Marshall coldly greets the male human, he is wearing not a armor or anything so protective, but some kind of tight and very flexible clothe that remebers a scuba suit covers his entire body, it provides free movements, and accentuates his body curves. The only weapon that he seems to have are his sharp claws, and nothing else.

The mice asks "Sir, the chances of someone dying in the process, are high or low, sir? And also, what would we be facing in the place that we need to reach?" the voice of the mouse is girly, but the serious tone of his words could easily make you forgett this.

While the briefing goes on, Dio reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a small piece of food designed to toughen up the body a little. Not to be rude of course, but going outside the nantie bubble called for any protection possible. What a strange character, he thought to himself, peering at the un-needed eyepatch. "Of course sir," he says with a small dip of his head, stashing away his little snack and preparing for duty. "I believe I understand the mission details, but I don't think relocating them is quite necessary. I'm not sure where we would even ship them, as I don't believe putting them in the bubble is the best of choices, but they have the free will in the end to do such. If this area is an effort to create a new village, perhaps they can be integrated with some convincing." The lion reaches back and unstraps the riot shield he'd been hauling, eventually pulling it to his front.

"Unknown total composition, six confirmed. We haven't attempted to approach them prior to now but we've seen them shoot at any ferals getting close. From what we've observed they have primarily hunting rifles with a few carbines and one sniper weapon." The expedition leader showed no sign of offense at the sloppy salute or casual questions from Skade, likely one who had dealt with a large number of specialized 'agents' before. Full military discipline was a thing of the past for most these days for good or for ill.

Marshall, for his part, got a more appraising look from the man and a slight crease in his pants stood out as he muttered something about 'spartans doing it right'. "The potential danger is high. Mutant healing is limited but if kept stable until the bubble is reached again survival is likely. I wouldn't stand in front of a rifle and test it, stay low, fight smart if you have to."

His eyes move toward Dio next and an assistant nearby brings over a box so the commander can look the large male in the eye. "In truth we just need them out of they way. So long as we get what we need their fate isn't our concern. The village creation was a failed initiative and I haven't been informed of a restart of it yet. If you can convience them to join in then I'll pass that along to the higher ups and we can see what happens."

Skade flashes the lion a grin. "See, Dio? We'll be one happy, big family in no time! I'm sure you can talk 'em into it and we'll be back before lunch! If not well.. I'd be happy to provide some cover with my own sniper rifle. Still, a mode of.. approach would be nice. What do you say, sneak in, have ourselves a look from a very, very comfortable distance?" the cat girl says, putting her gauss rifle down, resting the butt of it in the dirt.

Marshall shrugs and says without giving much attention to the lion that just arived "Since you have said that they are shooting any approaching feral, there is no way to make such approach without having a bullet through the brain, our animalistic characteristics could cause the wrong idea, so I agree with the idea of attempting the contact with them before we do any move" his words float around the place as he nods in agreement to the team leader, he doesn't seems to have intention of interact with the other members of the team, unless it is needed.

Dio idly flicks his tufted tail here and there, listening in for the extra bits of information. "I shall do my very best, my lady," he says with another small dip of his head towards Skade. "I do hope I'm not rusty from a bit of time off, but we'll see what we can do." The lion pats his riot shield, giving off a solid and somewhat satisfying metallic clank. "I think I shall simply go forth right down the middle like a true fool. Hopefully a suit wearing lion carrying nothing but a riot shield shall at least make them hesitate a little while we can perhaps talk it over. Worst case, I get shot, die, and then you tell my wife I love her," he says with a slight chuckle. "Anyways, we should be off quite soon. I'm ready to go."

"I leave the final decision up to you. I'll be overseeing the preperations of the team to follow you in once the situation has been delt with or it's been deterimined the mission is to be scrapped." The commander says, saluting the group and hopping off the box. "Now get to work agents and make sure you don't damage anything on the roof of the school or blow holes in the walls. I know some people are overly fond of rocket launchers but if the building is compromised and everything in it broken the mission will be a wash. Good luck and Odin;s speed."

Skade salutes again at the end of their brief and turns to the other two members of the team. "Alrighty then. Lion front and center, I'll hide in the bushes or whathaveyou and.. er.. who are you, now again?" she asks the mouse.

Marshall nods to the male human and turns to Skade "Name's Marshall, call me Mars by the way." she stretch a hand and says while wait to the cat to react to his act of greet "So... The main objective is to try a contact, right? How are we going to do it? Any suggestion or idea?" his eyes locked at the cat in front of him, examining it body, as if she was a possible foe, or a very usefull ally.