Difference between revisions of "RSX Breach and Clear Practice -- Part 1 - RPLOG"
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The vixen's eyes flick back and forth as she tries to find where the training area is mostly by sight, but the sound of a canine voice helps direct the vixen to the small gathering of people, She stands there for a moment, clearly trying to ascertain if there was where she should be or not. | The vixen's eyes flick back and forth as she tries to find where the training area is mostly by sight, but the sound of a canine voice helps direct the vixen to the small gathering of people, She stands there for a moment, clearly trying to ascertain if there was where she should be or not. | ||
− | "Sorry I'm late."</div> | + | "Sorry I'm late."</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto takes a quick look around and notes a hydra of all things among the crowd. "Hey bud." he says "G'day." and again "How's it?" once more "Salutations!" and again... "Hello!" aaaaaaand again... "Greetings!" ... "Yo!" ... "What's up?" ... "I ran out of greetings, so... hi!" greeting each of the heads, one after the other. |
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+ | Once he picks up on Ebreus' voice, he turns towards the other and nears him with a smile. The jackal nods to his friend and gives him a playful punch to the shoulder. "Hey you handsome bastard. I see your new toys are primed and ready to do some damage." he sticks his tongue out at Ebreus, before nodding towards the doberma-wait a tick... | ||
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+ | That long muzzle, those pointed ears, that feminine frame... was that? Nooooo, another jackal? He ribs Ebreus and gestures at the beauty in the distance, hiding out and simply observing. Glancing at his friend, he whispers "Wish me luck, I'm goin' in." before wandering off towards the jackaless in the distance. Once he nears her, he opens his muzzle to introduce himself, but... a deep sigh and a look of bemusement once mister loudmouth dobie speaks up. God... damn it. "Hi there." he greets briefly and glances towards the serious doberman...man. "Let's have some fun, eh?" Otto flashes a wink, before turning tail to join the others. | ||
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+ | Once the instructor is finished speaking, he glances towards the late arrival and gives her a friendly pat on the back. "I's alright, we were just starting. Welcome!" he greets, then raises his hand to ask a question. "That's a nice outfit ya got, sir. Where can I get duds like that?"</div><br> <br><div title="Summers">With a roll of her eyes at Otto, who was definitely not the first guy to wink at her Summers turned her attention to the Doberman. With his query about questions, she lifted her armed and waved it around. She figured this was the way to get his attention.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus hums and looks over to where Otto indicates after he's ribbed and smiles as he sees what he's after. He then turns his attention to the Doberman as he asks if that's the whole group and starts to listen as their job is explained. His grin widens as their excersize is explained to them. His drones also seem to grow more energetic. After the first question he chimes in, "Three questions: First do broken windows count against our score, second will any time we take for planning be included in our graded time, third is it okay if I use a lasor-rifle that might be able to punch through the armor of a preP-Day tank?" as he gets to the last question he indicates the rifle he's cradling. | ||
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+ | As the new arrival rushes up to the group he glances over to her and shifts the rifle to rest against his arm and chest so he may wave with his other hand before returning his attention to the Doberman as he awaits answers. "Oh, and should we be treating the targets like they're alive, y'know avoiding headshots?" he adds with a smile.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">"Broken windows will not be counted, to a certain degree. Laser rifle, no. You may cause structural damage that could bring the entire building down, killing all of you. I would recommend avoiding that. Also, in a real situation, headshots will be perfectly acceptable. So, go ham. There will also be 'friendly' targets, who will be identified by a green marking on the head, resembling that of a helmet. Do remember, destruction -can- work in your facor... but don't bring the entire place down." | ||
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+ | "My uniform is a modified FBI SWAT Los Angeles uniform. I used to work with them. RSX remade it to be more appropriate for a representative of the company. Further questions?" The doberman speaks in clipped tones, answering each question with calm, concise words, looking to each person in turn as he responds to them. Very professional.</div><br> <br><div title="Fiore"> Fiore flinchs when she's patted, but otherwise remains where she is. She extends the stock of her Uzi and turns her head to look at the others currently waiting for the test to begin. She flicks some of her tails, putting her helmet on and sealing it shut then. | ||
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+ | "No questions here." | ||
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+ | The vixen takes a step back behind the others, falling into a focused silence that remains mostly aimed at the building they'd have to storm. Her eyes then turn to each one of the other agents there, seeming to size them up for threats in the same manner as the building itself. Her ears twist as much as the helmet itself allows so she can listen for the 'go' signal. She does take a moment swap her pistol for a different one out of her bag.</div><br> <br><div title="Anderson">Anderson is taken aback by the individual greetings to each of his heads by the jackal, but he greets back with a small wave and a shy smile. After this, he shakes his head, having no further questions. "I've... I-I used t-to do th-this sort o-of thing on o-occasion," he murmurs, a few of his heads looking back over to the weapons table. "W-we should... erm... a-arm up, b-before s-starting." | ||
+ | The hydra begins slithering over to the tables to double-check his own equipment, leaving behind a crossbow and a rocket launcher to the care of the other RSX agents while he readies a shield and a pistol. After this, he joins the vixen near the door, taking point with the shield between the door and everyone behind him. | ||
+ | "Ready..." he mumbles.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"So serious..." Otto mumbles and glances off to the side. "No questions. Let's get this show on the road!" he clasps his paws and fiddles with something onhis belt for a moment, seemingly hiding something in his palms, nimble motions keeping it nice and hidden. | ||
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+ | He liiightly leans to the left and squints a little, peering at the structure, his eyes seemingly analyzing every part they could snap onto. "Well, I am a decent enough climber and sneak. I think I can take the roof access and work my way down. I'd prefer to go solo or with someone who can creep around really well, though." the jackal rubs his hands together. | ||
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+ | "Okay! If anyone wants to join me, feel free to. I'm going up there. Before I go though, hey..." he glances around the lot. "This is a training exercise. We make our mistakes here, rather than out in the field. Let's have a good one, and uh... try not to blow the building up? Try to aim for the head. Odds are we'll have to use the element of surprise, so... let's try to give them a spook. That's always fun!" he casts Ebreus a knowing glance, before moving off towards the nearby table with armaments. "Ah, yes..." he picks up a loaded 9mm handgun, a few tazer cartridges and a few throwable knives. "Ready!" he tells the doberman.</div><br> <br><div title="Summers">Summers realised shortly that her hand-waving had been unnoticed. Sucks sometimes to be dark furred and then go stand in a shadowy corner. She stepped out of the corner and rubbed at some of the gold around her eyes before drawing her weapon from her side-holster and picked up some ammo for it from the tables. "Here's to hoping I don't miss a target.". She flicked an ear and moved to cluster closer to the others as they start planning to go in.</div> |
Revision as of 01:47, 25 January 2018
Participants
Date
24/1/2018
Log
What had him in such a jovial mood? It's unclear... maybe he'd won something, or had a great time with some friends, met someone new and interesting, or had a breakthrough with his crafting... who cares? He'd donned some casual clothes, a belt and a bandoleer, a light crimson felt shirt and some pantaloons preserved his modesty while a pair of steel-toed shoes kept his feet dry.
The jackal whistles a tune and peeks at his comm unit, GOOD GRIEF! He was going to be late at this rate! One squat later, and he'd lept into the air, high enough to cling to one of the windows and scurry up the side of the nearest building, then take another high leap to go from roof to roof.
Multiple bounds later, the canine was left at the top of the building adjacent to his destignation. Peering down at the firing range, he breathes a sigh of relief as he looks at the time. Thank the stars, he'd arrived without being late. The agents there were already busy with their practice rounds, it seemed... but lookign down from so far up, it was hard to determine if anyone familiar was around.
Alley-oop! *THUD* he makes a landing in a clear spot just outside the training area. "Ooof... hard on the legs." the jackal nods and rubs at his knees. Jump good, but fall hard, such was the drawback, wasn't it?
Dusting himself off a bit, he peers around for the friend he'd brought along. Ebreus was usually always on time for things! He had to be around! Maybe he's using one of those crazy new forms of his? Who knows? Damnable rain, making Otto's sniffer wet and making it harder to sniff around for things... Oh well...He looks over the RSX personel and the other Agents who've shown up for the live-fire training session. Hearing Otto land from his last leap he looks over to his landing spot and smiles. He jogs over to him, "Hey Otto. Glad to see you made it." he says, his drones following close behind him and entering an orbit around him when he stops but not obsessively stairing at anyone near him like they previously had.
Ebreus checks his drones to make sure they're not doing something stupid and then smiles as he returns his attention to his Jackal friend, "This is going to be fun... or at least seems like it'll be." he says enthusiastically.The vixen's eyes flick back and forth as she tries to find where the training area is mostly by sight, but the sound of a canine voice helps direct the vixen to the small gathering of people, She stands there for a moment, clearly trying to ascertain if there was where she should be or not."Sorry I'm late."
Once he picks up on Ebreus' voice, he turns towards the other and nears him with a smile. The jackal nods to his friend and gives him a playful punch to the shoulder. "Hey you handsome bastard. I see your new toys are primed and ready to do some damage." he sticks his tongue out at Ebreus, before nodding towards the doberma-wait a tick...
That long muzzle, those pointed ears, that feminine frame... was that? Nooooo, another jackal? He ribs Ebreus and gestures at the beauty in the distance, hiding out and simply observing. Glancing at his friend, he whispers "Wish me luck, I'm goin' in." before wandering off towards the jackaless in the distance. Once he nears her, he opens his muzzle to introduce himself, but... a deep sigh and a look of bemusement once mister loudmouth dobie speaks up. God... damn it. "Hi there." he greets briefly and glances towards the serious doberman...man. "Let's have some fun, eh?" Otto flashes a wink, before turning tail to join the others.
Once the instructor is finished speaking, he glances towards the late arrival and gives her a friendly pat on the back. "I's alright, we were just starting. Welcome!" he greets, then raises his hand to ask a question. "That's a nice outfit ya got, sir. Where can I get duds like that?""No questions here."The vixen takes a step back behind the others, falling into a focused silence that remains mostly aimed at the building they'd have to storm. Her eyes then turn to each one of the other agents there, seeming to size them up for threats in the same manner as the building itself. Her ears twist as much as the helmet itself allows so she can listen for the 'go' signal. She does take a moment swap her pistol for a different one out of her bag.
The hydra begins slithering over to the tables to double-check his own equipment, leaving behind a crossbow and a rocket launcher to the care of the other RSX agents while he readies a shield and a pistol. After this, he joins the vixen near the door, taking point with the shield between the door and everyone behind him.
"Ready..." he mumbles.He liiightly leans to the left and squints a little, peering at the structure, his eyes seemingly analyzing every part they could snap onto. "Well, I am a decent enough climber and sneak. I think I can take the roof access and work my way down. I'd prefer to go solo or with someone who can creep around really well, though." the jackal rubs his hands together.
"Okay! If anyone wants to join me, feel free to. I'm going up there. Before I go though, hey..." he glances around the lot. "This is a training exercise. We make our mistakes here, rather than out in the field. Let's have a good one, and uh... try not to blow the building up? Try to aim for the head. Odds are we'll have to use the element of surprise, so... let's try to give them a spook. That's always fun!" he casts Ebreus a knowing glance, before moving off towards the nearby table with armaments. "Ah, yes..." he picks up a loaded 9mm handgun, a few tazer cartridges and a few throwable knives. "Ready!" he tells the doberman.