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| − | <div></div><br> <br>As the lucky Agents who were selected and screened for this new mission enter, seeing the images and materials prepared gives one a clue that this mission is going to be a fair distance from Fairhaven. Angus, being the only one who was part of the previous mission to San Diego, knows all too well. Standing at a podium that was brought in, a rabbit-lady looks about as nervous giving this briefing, a far cry difference from her normal demeaneur handling Agents in the Reception area of the Zephyr lobby.<br> <br>Menil pokes head in through the double doors, getting stuck in short order. Ooof. She grunts a bit as she tucks her wings in and pushes a little more, eventually popping into the room completely. She scoots over to a empty spot in the podium, nudging a few of the chairs away before sitting down on her haunches. She seems to already be in full armor, strapped carefully to her body and scruffed up from frequent use.<br> <br>Angus had taken his seat right at the front, lounging in the chair with his arms resting atop the backrests of the others! It was an intresting time getting through the screening, his smirk growing as it seems he will finally get a chance to get back at those marines for what they did last time he was down there. Stripping him down to his underwear was one thing, but stealing a coyotes smokes right under his nose? Now that's one thing he couldn't ignore.<br> <br>Shirai makes her way in, muttering something about old technology and comm units in the process. "Mission to San Diego, wasn't it?" She asks in something of a dry monotone, looking around the room for a moment before taking a free seat by the one familiar face in the room. "Looks like they're not too comfortable with this mission. Angus, good to see you. Been a while." She greets, a hand gesturing to the rabbit as she sits down. Not another word is spoken as she awaits the briefing.<br> <br>Phosphorus enters into the room like an actual, normal person, doing none of this muttering or head-poking stuff in the process. She makes her way quietly over to one of the seats in the front row, and takes a seat, shuffling a few items out of the way she can actually sit down, turning her head to glance at the other agents in the room, taking note of their faces, then turning back forwards to pay attention to the lapine conducting the briefing. All seems good, so far.<br> <br>Forkbomb does not look like he's having a good day. The human, in fact, looks like he's two shakes from a panic attack, and like he is very unsure how this is supposed to go, as evidenced by the fact that he brought his two guns, plenty of ammunition for them, and little other than a hoodie that glows a little for actual protection. Okay, okay. This is just going to be a briefing for a hack or some social engineering. They wouldn't bring you in for anything else, right? He scans the room, carefully, before having a sit down. serious m. Is this the mission briefing for the outside bubble excursion? This, uh. Might be my first time out of the bubble in a while.sow theatrical <br> <br>Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with Buzamu up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.<br> <br>Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with a rabbit up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.<br> <br>The rabbit woman nods to those present, and gives a twitchy smile. "H-h-hello everyone. It's a p-p-pleasure to meet all of you. T-t-thank you for dealing with the screening process we used for this mission. Our p-p-previous mission to San Diego wasn't as, stringent, and... we had troubles." She says, walking over to each Agent, and hands each of them a folder. Inside is folio's on what is known and not about the mission. Once each were handed a folder, the rabbit returns to the podium. "For those not completely aware, t-t-this is going to be a mission OOB. Uhhh, oh! Out of Bubble. At l-l-least until you reach t-t-the San Diego bubble. O-o-our primary goal with this mission is to officialy establish d-d-diplomatic relations with the surviving US Marines in teh region. Any questions thus far?"<br> <br>Angus gives both Shirai, and the unknown Panda a nod, leaving his arms resting on the back of their chairs as the Bunny begins to speak. He sits back, crossing his legs as she comes over before taking the folder. "Wait what?" He exclaims, sitting up a bit straighter at the mention of a diplomatic mission. "Diplomacy may not go the way you think Ma'am, last time we encountered these guys it didn't matter what we looked like or what we wore, they still drew guns on us and held us captive for hours."<br> <br>Shirai sighs quietly, thumbing through the files. "What exactly happened last time, then?" the painted wolf deadpans, looking up at the receptionist with the same even expression she walked in with. "If we're going to walk over to some region with a bad impression, I'd like to know what to avoid." Angus's comment draws her attention, the woman listening in before shaking her head and covering her eyes with a hand. "Right, brilliant. Do you have any guarantee we can get in and out without being detained? I don't appreciate having guns pointed at me by anyone, much less military types. We aren't going to get anywhere if we're held prisoner for no good reason; Angus is right."<br> <br>Menil gingerly takes the folder, opening it up and flipping through it curiously. She has... absolutely no prior knowledge of the mission or what to expect, really. She looks back up from the folder when Angus speaks, before glancing over at the bunny for an answer. "Erm.... yeah kinda what he said. These people don't seem too friendly?" she notes.<br> <br>Forkbomb zones out and rubs his temples for a moment. Count to three. Inhale. Count to three. Exhale. It took a little while for him to even react to the folder being passed to him, but after he calmed down, an emotionless pall took over him. Slipping into that old mindset for a while. self lose-minded. Jumpy. Guessing that going in through the front door will just get us shot. Survivalists, similar to the black van and helicopter brigade that believed in UFO's and that we didn't land on the moon. Wonderful. What do we have in terms of a profile on these guys? What do we have to gain from them?square He opens up the folder and takes a cursory look through. Looking for vulnerabilities. | + | <div></div><br> <br>As the lucky Agents who were selected and screened for this new mission enter, seeing the images and materials prepared gives one a clue that this mission is going to be a fair distance from Fairhaven. Angus, being the only one who was part of the previous mission to San Diego, knows all too well. Standing at a podium that was brought in, a rabbit-lady looks about as nervous giving this briefing, a far cry difference from her normal demeaneur handling Agents in the Reception area of the Zephyr lobby.<br> <br>Menil pokes head in through the double doors, getting stuck in short order. Ooof. She grunts a bit as she tucks her wings in and pushes a little more, eventually popping into the room completely. She scoots over to a empty spot in the podium, nudging a few of the chairs away before sitting down on her haunches. She seems to already be in full armor, strapped carefully to her body and scruffed up from frequent use.<br> <br>Angus had taken his seat right at the front, lounging in the chair with his arms resting atop the backrests of the others! It was an intresting time getting through the screening, his smirk growing as it seems he will finally get a chance to get back at those marines for what they did last time he was down there. Stripping him down to his underwear was one thing, but stealing a coyotes smokes right under his nose? Now that's one thing he couldn't ignore.<br> <br>Shirai makes her way in, muttering something about old technology and comm units in the process. "Mission to San Diego, wasn't it?" She asks in something of a dry monotone, looking around the room for a moment before taking a free seat by the one familiar face in the room. "Looks like they're not too comfortable with this mission. Angus, good to see you. Been a while." She greets, a hand gesturing to the rabbit as she sits down. Not another word is spoken as she awaits the briefing.<br> <br>Phosphorus enters into the room like an actual, normal person, doing none of this muttering or head-poking stuff in the process. She makes her way quietly over to one of the seats in the front row, and takes a seat, shuffling a few items out of the way she can actually sit down, turning her head to glance at the other agents in the room, taking note of their faces, then turning back forwards to pay attention to the lapine conducting the briefing. All seems good, so far.<br> <br>Forkbomb does not look like he's having a good day. The human, in fact, looks like he's two shakes from a panic attack, and like he is very unsure how this is supposed to go, as evidenced by the fact that he brought his two guns, plenty of ammunition for them, and little other than a hoodie that glows a little for actual protection. Okay, okay. This is just going to be a briefing for a hack or some social engineering. They wouldn't bring you in for anything else, right? He scans the room, carefully, before having a sit down. serious m. Is this the mission briefing for the outside bubble excursion? This, uh. Might be my first time out of the bubble in a while.sow theatrical <br> <br>Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with Buzamu up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.<br> <br>Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with a rabbit up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.<br> <br>The rabbit woman nods to those present, and gives a twitchy smile. "H-h-hello everyone. It's a p-p-pleasure to meet all of you. T-t-thank you for dealing with the screening process we used for this mission. Our p-p-previous mission to San Diego wasn't as, stringent, and... we had troubles." She says, walking over to each Agent, and hands each of them a folder. Inside is folio's on what is known and not about the mission. Once each were handed a folder, the rabbit returns to the podium. "For those not completely aware, t-t-this is going to be a mission OOB. Uhhh, oh! Out of Bubble. At l-l-least until you reach t-t-the San Diego bubble. O-o-our primary goal with this mission is to officialy establish d-d-diplomatic relations with the surviving US Marines in teh region. Any questions thus far?"<br> <br>Angus gives both Shirai, and the unknown Panda a nod, leaving his arms resting on the back of their chairs as the Bunny begins to speak. He sits back, crossing his legs as she comes over before taking the folder. "Wait what?" He exclaims, sitting up a bit straighter at the mention of a diplomatic mission. "Diplomacy may not go the way you think Ma'am, last time we encountered these guys it didn't matter what we looked like or what we wore, they still drew guns on us and held us captive for hours."<br> <br>Shirai sighs quietly, thumbing through the files. "What exactly happened last time, then?" the painted wolf deadpans, looking up at the receptionist with the same even expression she walked in with. "If we're going to walk over to some region with a bad impression, I'd like to know what to avoid." Angus's comment draws her attention, the woman listening in before shaking her head and covering her eyes with a hand. "Right, brilliant. Do you have any guarantee we can get in and out without being detained? I don't appreciate having guns pointed at me by anyone, much less military types. We aren't going to get anywhere if we're held prisoner for no good reason; Angus is right."<br> <br>Menil gingerly takes the folder, opening it up and flipping through it curiously. She has... absolutely no prior knowledge of the mission or what to expect, really. She looks back up from the folder when Angus speaks, before glancing over at the bunny for an answer. "Erm.... yeah kinda what he said. These people don't seem too friendly?" she notes.<br> <br>Forkbomb zones out and rubs his temples for a moment. Count to three. Inhale. Count to three. Exhale. It took a little while for him to even react to the folder being passed to him, but after he calmed down, an emotionless pall took over him. Slipping into that old mindset for a while. self lose-minded. Jumpy. Guessing that going in through the front door will just get us shot. Survivalists, similar to the black van and helicopter brigade that believed in UFO's and that we didn't land on the moon. Wonderful. What do we have in terms of a profile on these guys? What do we have to gain from them?square He opens up the folder and takes a cursory look through. Looking for vulnerabilities.<br> <br>Sensuen looks over the folder the rabbit gives her and listens to the 'out of bubble' thing. Sen reasons it might not be too bad, but she does kinda depend on nanites to fight and do stuff and recharge her laser pistol. The flying thing they're likely using to get to San Diego better not crash, and if there are any layovers for refueling, Sen better not get lost. She knows the gravity of what's going on here, and isn't a diplomat, but she is a problem solver of a sort, that could be useful on this mission. Sen notes Angus's previous experience with being held captive, possibly outside of a nanite bubble. Sen just listens to what went on previously, as hindsight might help here, but only if details are presented.<br> <br>Phosphorus gives a slight nod back to the coyote, taking the folder in her hands and peering at it's contents, for anything of particular note. It was something better sorted through later, probably. "Well, a mission easier said than done, that's for sure..." She takes out a piece of paper to take a closer look at the information contained within. "And, I agree with the wolf-lady over there. It's much better to be on the other side of the barrel."<br> <br>The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, attempting to arrange something, but it's only now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "As for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile.<br> <br>The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, at-t-t-tempting to arrange something, but it's only n-n-now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, w-w-we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "T-t-this are actual US Marines, surviving the nanite bubble in their area. A-a-as for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of e-e-equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile.<br> <br>Angus frowns, sitting forward. He didn't like this, to much could go wrong. "I hope you aren't expecting us to go in unarmed at least. If they are as trigger happy as they were last time I'm keeping my guns." He answers her, ears flicking back and forth as the others speak, clasping his hands together in his lap as he listens.<br> <br>Shirai nods, clicking her tongue. "Well, that answers my question. Thanks. Since the meeting's marked as out of bubble I assume we're not going to actually head any further in. That means some of us are going to be on the back foot. I'm with Angus and... Don't know your name. The panda here. If he's right about the marines having their weapons and we're going out of bubble, will we be provided with holdouts or are we expected to bring our own? I don't trust these people not to try intimidating or torturing concessions out of us if we're not equally matched, and there's no higher government that's going to call foul if they do. So what's the plan?"<br> <br>Menil<br> <br>"Yep. I'm Phosphorus, by the by. Also, from my personal opinion, I'm perfectly fine with the meeting being outside the bubble, as long as we get to keep our weapons." Phosphorus notes, ears flicking at the stutter of the rabbit. The panda shifts around in her seat, causing one of the rifles strapped to her back to clack against the seat, before leaning forwards onto her knees to keep that from happening again. "Also, out of bubble. There's a lot of ground between here and San Diego. Where exactly will be this meeting spot?"<br> <br>Menil comments helpfully, "I also have regulation nanomagic, so I can make any area 'in bubble'. Kinda sorta. At least enough for most nanite-tech to work again at least." She shuffles the papers a bit, looking over through them some more. "Oh yeah, also I'm great with technical systems. Ah. Are the manufacting systems they need able to be placed in bubble or no?" she asks.<br> <br>Forkbomb flips through the files, tracing his finger along the lines calmly. selling xcellent. Seems somewhat cut and dry. Do we know what they need exactly other than manufacturing equipment, or is the diplomatic visit to find out?square He takes a look around and tries to work out why everyone's here. Angus is the easy answer. Been there before. Flush with guns. Seems like he's been through shit. Sensuen's got the survivalist thing going on last he checked, looks like she can handle getting food and things from the wild. Menil is big and intimidating, but he has a severe lack of what she does. Psychology, maybe? And the other two are an unknown. sender udging by who you have around, higher ups seem to think things are gonna go bad regardless. Either that, or they're just making super sure nobody dies on this excursion.square He blinks at Menil when she pipes up. sent ind sharing the regulation nanomagic before we go on this? Figure one bubble's better than two in a shit-hit-the-fan situation.sow <br> <br>Sensuen nods at Phos's words and asks the rabbit, "What about ferals? Will we be flying there by helicopter?" clearly getting nervous, this is her first mission out of the bubble and she doesn't feel like dying yet. Diplomacy might be her strong suit after all, she doesn't seem to have been training many combat skills at all, other than she's a fair shot with a laser pistol. Other than that, she does have a spade and is fairly skilled in survival techniques yeah, just didn't spend that much time on them compared with talking to people most of the time. |
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As the lucky Agents who were selected and screened for this new mission enter, seeing the images and materials prepared gives one a clue that this mission is going to be a fair distance from Fairhaven. Angus, being the only one who was part of the previous mission to San Diego, knows all too well. Standing at a podium that was brought in, a rabbit-lady looks about as nervous giving this briefing, a far cry difference from her normal demeaneur handling Agents in the Reception area of the Zephyr lobby.
Menil pokes head in through the double doors, getting stuck in short order. Ooof. She grunts a bit as she tucks her wings in and pushes a little more, eventually popping into the room completely. She scoots over to a empty spot in the podium, nudging a few of the chairs away before sitting down on her haunches. She seems to already be in full armor, strapped carefully to her body and scruffed up from frequent use.
Angus had taken his seat right at the front, lounging in the chair with his arms resting atop the backrests of the others! It was an intresting time getting through the screening, his smirk growing as it seems he will finally get a chance to get back at those marines for what they did last time he was down there. Stripping him down to his underwear was one thing, but stealing a coyotes smokes right under his nose? Now that's one thing he couldn't ignore.
Shirai makes her way in, muttering something about old technology and comm units in the process. "Mission to San Diego, wasn't it?" She asks in something of a dry monotone, looking around the room for a moment before taking a free seat by the one familiar face in the room. "Looks like they're not too comfortable with this mission. Angus, good to see you. Been a while." She greets, a hand gesturing to the rabbit as she sits down. Not another word is spoken as she awaits the briefing.
Phosphorus enters into the room like an actual, normal person, doing none of this muttering or head-poking stuff in the process. She makes her way quietly over to one of the seats in the front row, and takes a seat, shuffling a few items out of the way she can actually sit down, turning her head to glance at the other agents in the room, taking note of their faces, then turning back forwards to pay attention to the lapine conducting the briefing. All seems good, so far.
Forkbomb does not look like he's having a good day. The human, in fact, looks like he's two shakes from a panic attack, and like he is very unsure how this is supposed to go, as evidenced by the fact that he brought his two guns, plenty of ammunition for them, and little other than a hoodie that glows a little for actual protection. Okay, okay. This is just going to be a briefing for a hack or some social engineering. They wouldn't bring you in for anything else, right? He scans the room, carefully, before having a sit down. serious m. Is this the mission briefing for the outside bubble excursion? This, uh. Might be my first time out of the bubble in a while.sow theatrical
Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with Buzamu up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.
Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with a rabbit up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.
The rabbit woman nods to those present, and gives a twitchy smile. "H-h-hello everyone. It's a p-p-pleasure to meet all of you. T-t-thank you for dealing with the screening process we used for this mission. Our p-p-previous mission to San Diego wasn't as, stringent, and... we had troubles." She says, walking over to each Agent, and hands each of them a folder. Inside is folio's on what is known and not about the mission. Once each were handed a folder, the rabbit returns to the podium. "For those not completely aware, t-t-this is going to be a mission OOB. Uhhh, oh! Out of Bubble. At l-l-least until you reach t-t-the San Diego bubble. O-o-our primary goal with this mission is to officialy establish d-d-diplomatic relations with the surviving US Marines in teh region. Any questions thus far?"
Angus gives both Shirai, and the unknown Panda a nod, leaving his arms resting on the back of their chairs as the Bunny begins to speak. He sits back, crossing his legs as she comes over before taking the folder. "Wait what?" He exclaims, sitting up a bit straighter at the mention of a diplomatic mission. "Diplomacy may not go the way you think Ma'am, last time we encountered these guys it didn't matter what we looked like or what we wore, they still drew guns on us and held us captive for hours."
Shirai sighs quietly, thumbing through the files. "What exactly happened last time, then?" the painted wolf deadpans, looking up at the receptionist with the same even expression she walked in with. "If we're going to walk over to some region with a bad impression, I'd like to know what to avoid." Angus's comment draws her attention, the woman listening in before shaking her head and covering her eyes with a hand. "Right, brilliant. Do you have any guarantee we can get in and out without being detained? I don't appreciate having guns pointed at me by anyone, much less military types. We aren't going to get anywhere if we're held prisoner for no good reason; Angus is right."
Menil gingerly takes the folder, opening it up and flipping through it curiously. She has... absolutely no prior knowledge of the mission or what to expect, really. She looks back up from the folder when Angus speaks, before glancing over at the bunny for an answer. "Erm.... yeah kinda what he said. These people don't seem too friendly?" she notes.
Forkbomb zones out and rubs his temples for a moment. Count to three. Inhale. Count to three. Exhale. It took a little while for him to even react to the folder being passed to him, but after he calmed down, an emotionless pall took over him. Slipping into that old mindset for a while. self lose-minded. Jumpy. Guessing that going in through the front door will just get us shot. Survivalists, similar to the black van and helicopter brigade that believed in UFO's and that we didn't land on the moon. Wonderful. What do we have in terms of a profile on these guys? What do we have to gain from them?square He opens up the folder and takes a cursory look through. Looking for vulnerabilities.
Sensuen looks over the folder the rabbit gives her and listens to the 'out of bubble' thing. Sen reasons it might not be too bad, but she does kinda depend on nanites to fight and do stuff and recharge her laser pistol. The flying thing they're likely using to get to San Diego better not crash, and if there are any layovers for refueling, Sen better not get lost. She knows the gravity of what's going on here, and isn't a diplomat, but she is a problem solver of a sort, that could be useful on this mission. Sen notes Angus's previous experience with being held captive, possibly outside of a nanite bubble. Sen just listens to what went on previously, as hindsight might help here, but only if details are presented.
Phosphorus gives a slight nod back to the coyote, taking the folder in her hands and peering at it's contents, for anything of particular note. It was something better sorted through later, probably. "Well, a mission easier said than done, that's for sure..." She takes out a piece of paper to take a closer look at the information contained within. "And, I agree with the wolf-lady over there. It's much better to be on the other side of the barrel."
The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, attempting to arrange something, but it's only now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "As for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile.
The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, at-t-t-tempting to arrange something, but it's only n-n-now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, w-w-we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "T-t-this are actual US Marines, surviving the nanite bubble in their area. A-a-as for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of e-e-equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile.
Angus frowns, sitting forward. He didn't like this, to much could go wrong. "I hope you aren't expecting us to go in unarmed at least. If they are as trigger happy as they were last time I'm keeping my guns." He answers her, ears flicking back and forth as the others speak, clasping his hands together in his lap as he listens.
Shirai nods, clicking her tongue. "Well, that answers my question. Thanks. Since the meeting's marked as out of bubble I assume we're not going to actually head any further in. That means some of us are going to be on the back foot. I'm with Angus and... Don't know your name. The panda here. If he's right about the marines having their weapons and we're going out of bubble, will we be provided with holdouts or are we expected to bring our own? I don't trust these people not to try intimidating or torturing concessions out of us if we're not equally matched, and there's no higher government that's going to call foul if they do. So what's the plan?"
Menil
"Yep. I'm Phosphorus, by the by. Also, from my personal opinion, I'm perfectly fine with the meeting being outside the bubble, as long as we get to keep our weapons." Phosphorus notes, ears flicking at the stutter of the rabbit. The panda shifts around in her seat, causing one of the rifles strapped to her back to clack against the seat, before leaning forwards onto her knees to keep that from happening again. "Also, out of bubble. There's a lot of ground between here and San Diego. Where exactly will be this meeting spot?"
Menil comments helpfully, "I also have regulation nanomagic, so I can make any area 'in bubble'. Kinda sorta. At least enough for most nanite-tech to work again at least." She shuffles the papers a bit, looking over through them some more. "Oh yeah, also I'm great with technical systems. Ah. Are the manufacting systems they need able to be placed in bubble or no?" she asks.
Forkbomb flips through the files, tracing his finger along the lines calmly. selling xcellent. Seems somewhat cut and dry. Do we know what they need exactly other than manufacturing equipment, or is the diplomatic visit to find out?square He takes a look around and tries to work out why everyone's here. Angus is the easy answer. Been there before. Flush with guns. Seems like he's been through shit. Sensuen's got the survivalist thing going on last he checked, looks like she can handle getting food and things from the wild. Menil is big and intimidating, but he has a severe lack of what she does. Psychology, maybe? And the other two are an unknown. sender udging by who you have around, higher ups seem to think things are gonna go bad regardless. Either that, or they're just making super sure nobody dies on this excursion.square He blinks at Menil when she pipes up. sent ind sharing the regulation nanomagic before we go on this? Figure one bubble's better than two in a shit-hit-the-fan situation.sow
Sensuen nods at Phos's words and asks the rabbit, "What about ferals? Will we be flying there by helicopter?" clearly getting nervous, this is her first mission out of the bubble and she doesn't feel like dying yet. Diplomacy might be her strong suit after all, she doesn't seem to have been training many combat skills at all, other than she's a fair shot with a laser pistol. Other than that, she does have a spade and is fairly skilled in survival techniques yeah, just didn't spend that much time on them compared with talking to people most of the time.
