Operation Fairhaven FOB - Alpha Team - RPLOG
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Date
6/5/2025
Log
=Participants=
Date
6/5/2025
Log
(Wolfwood) The gathering at the off ramp onto the highway at the far end of Fairhaven is far more active than it normally is. Several trucks are hauling heavy machinery and construction equipment, a mini bus stands at the ready and is full of workers and professionals ready for their task, and several additional vehicles idle nearby with a multitude of mercenaries double checking their equipment and preparing to disembark. They all stand together with a singular united goal: Head out of the bubble, secure a forward base of operations for Fairhaven's scouts, see to it that it gets built, and get paid. A woman in power armor clamors onto the back of a reinforced pickup truck and hollars out to get everyone's attention.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" The speaker is Madison Wolfwood, the human tasked by the city to organize the operation after negotiations with Zephyr and RSX to do just this very same operation broke down. It is certainly more of a gamble to ask an independent to get a huge task done, but there were few in Fairhaven with as much out of bubble experience as Wolfwood. So she got the job. "Everything's set to go! Just going to say this one last time for the idiots in the rear who were taking it up theirs when I last explained this! Our target is an old power substation about 100 miles east of here in a neighboring town. There are oversized mechanical golems protecting it that need forceful disassembly which is where strike teams Alpha and Beta come in. Alpha's securing the area around the admin building's ruins, Beta is securing the area around the power relay. Charlie, you're on babysitting duty with the construction crew and will be positioned a few blocks away while we clear out the threats."
The brown haired human adjusts her grip on her helmet that sits tucked beneath her arm. "Remember! We're going outside of the bubble! Whatever nanites are there are barely there at all. Your mutant abilities are almost definitely going to suffer, your nanomagic isn't going to work unless you're real close to someone with basically the singular exception to that, and the nanites can't stop you from dying stone cold if you get sloppy. This is your last chance to bail if you have cold feet. For everyone else, start your engines! We're heading out!!!"
(Waconet) Waconet listens to the walking tank give her last pep talk before heading out as he was in his own vehicle, a retrofitted Ford Bronco, that oddly enough he had bought from Wolfwood some time ago. He double checks that the vehicle has a full charge for the trip there and back again. Nodding at the heading out call, he starts it up and follows along with the convoy.
(Caitlin) Caitlin adjusts the sights on the new AMR that was handed to her once more. Checking the validity of Greyson's work for the eight time before picking the heavy thing up once more to lay across one shoulder as Wolfwood speaks up. The time to go was getting close at hand so the fox heads out to her own vehicle. A scrapped together van that she and Greyson had worked to build back up to a sorta working order to recheck the supplies the nudist wolf had brought. Giving a callout to him as she works. "Where did you put the keys this time Greyson, everyone else is ready to go!"
(Tyo) Tyo brushes a couple of his clawed furred fingers through the fur in his cheek as that leather duster of his flutters slightly with his idle movements, the wolfy listens to the briefing with rapt attention. After the last words are spoken the wolven Brood King nods as if understanding although the nod is half to himself as he prepares to leave the bubble of nanite power he has grown used to over the last six years however a soft wolfish grin creeps onto his lips as he anticipates the adventure. Quietly he moves over to the member of his household is with his Ford Bronco, he offers the serpent a gentle pet along his side before taking his place in the passenger seat as he steels himself for what lies ahead.
(Janex) Amid the crowd gathered to listen, a black-furred canine in an armored bodysuit sits against a discarded concrete median barrier, idly snapping his paw to create a tiny flame in his palms, then extinguishing it. with a flick. Even as he flicks his ears up to listen to the... inspirational speech, Janex keeps staring at his hands, fire reflecting in his burning eyes. Snap. Flick. Snap. Flick. He finally looks up as the last call is announced, and nods solemnly to himself, hopping from his seat. Collecting his pack, he slings a large tech cannon over his shoulder onto his back, and walks cautiously towards the convoy, hoping he can find a spare seat. "'Hey there! Going my way?'" he mutters to himself, practicing his opening lines quietly.
(Everdeene) Everdeene stretches as she looks to the nearby faces, some very familiar to her, some utterly new to her, yet, she can't help but smile, for the camaraderie to be formed and for the goal they are all here to undertake, looking over her personal weapons, doing one last check over them before getting onto the trailer of the available vehicles, due to her unique physiology, being a large, tall taur, she's gonna need to be taken by another who can drive, but is prepared for what's to come otherwise.
(Rulsk) A power armored, 20ft long, black furred wolf checks over his gear with a critical eye, glaring at it as if daring it to have any problems. Given that he has absolutely no understanding of its function, there's not much for Rulsk to see and in truth he just hopes that there's nothing wrong with what he assumes are the enchantments powering it. That done, he noses at the satchels strapped to his sides and checks on his emergency food supplies. Smaller than normal though he may be, he still anticipates needing to snack pretty often to compensate for the lack of ambient nanites. Everything seems to be in order, so he lopes over to the flatbed truck he's hitching a ride with for the journey and clambers up onto the back. He stretches out and settles in for a long trip, his head resting on the cab so he can feel the wind in his face. He parts his jaws in a canine smile and lolls his tongue to the side, drooling a bit as he grins. He thinks over Wolfwood's words and tries to envision what the scenario she'd describing will be like. He's never left the Bubble before and was born after the P-Day, so a world without nanites is just... alien to him. At least he has friends along, whom he glances at and wags his tail slowly, eyes drifting from person to person, their presence helping him relax.
(Wolfwood) The gathering at the off ramp onto the highway at the far end of Fairhaven is far more active than it normally is. Several trucks are hauling heavy machinery and construction equipment, a mini bus stands at the ready and is full of workers and professionals ready for their task, and several additional vehicles idle nearby with a multitude of mercenaries double checking their equipment and preparing to disembark. They all stand together with a singular united goal: Head out of the bubble, secure a forward base of operations for Fairhaven's scouts, see to it that it gets built, and get paid. A woman in power armor clamors onto the back of a reinforced pickup truck and hollars out to get everyone's attention.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" The speaker is Madison Wolfwood, the human tasked by the city to organize the operation after negotiations with Zephyr and RSX to do just this very same operation broke down. It is certainly more of a gamble to ask an independent to get a huge task done, but there were few in Fairhaven with as much out of bubble experience as Wolfwood. So she got the job. "Everything's set to go! Just going to say this one last time for the idiots in the rear who were taking it up theirs when I last explained this! Our target is an old power substation about 100 miles east of here in a neighboring town. There are oversized mechanical golems protecting it that need forceful disassembly which is where strike teams Alpha and Beta come in. Alpha's securing the area around the admin building's ruins, Beta is securing the area around the power relay. Charlie, you're on babysitting duty with the construction crew and will be positioned a few blocks away while we clear out the threats."
The brown haired human adjusts her grip on her helmet that sits tucked beneath her arm. "Remember! We're going outside of the bubble! Whatever nanites are there are barely there at all. Your mutant abilities are almost definitely going to suffer, your nanomagic isn't going to work unless you're real close to someone with basically the singular exception to that, and the nanites can't stop you from dying stone cold if you get sloppy. This is your last chance to bail if you have cold feet. For everyone else, start your engines! We're heading out!!!"
(Waconet) Waconet listens to the walking tank give her last pep talk before heading out as he was in his own vehicle, a retrofitted Ford Bronco, that oddly enough he had bought from Wolfwood some time ago. He double checks that the vehicle has a full charge for the trip there and back again. Nodding at the heading out call, he starts it up and follows along with the convoy.
(Caitlin) Caitlin adjusts the sights on the new AMR that was handed to her once more. Checking the validity of Greyson's work for the eight time before picking the heavy thing up once more to lay across one shoulder as Wolfwood speaks up. The time to go was getting close at hand so the fox heads out to her own vehicle. A scrapped together van that she and Greyson had worked to build back up to a sorta working order to recheck the supplies the nudist wolf had brought. Giving a callout to him as she works. "Where did you put the keys this time Greyson, everyone else is ready to go!"
(Tyo) Tyo brushes a couple of his clawed furred fingers through the fur in his cheek as that leather duster of his flutters slightly with his idle movements, the wolfy listens to the briefing with rapt attention. After the last words are spoken the wolven Brood King nods as if understanding although the nod is half to himself as he prepares to leave the bubble of nanite power he has grown used to over the last six years however a soft wolfish grin creeps onto his lips as he anticipates the adventure. Quietly he moves over to the member of his household is with his Ford Bronco, he offers the serpent a gentle pet along his side before taking his place in the passenger seat as he steels himself for what lies ahead.
(Janex) Amid the crowd gathered to listen, a black-furred canine in an armored bodysuit sits against a discarded concrete median barrier, idly snapping his paw to create a tiny flame in his palms, then extinguishing it. with a flick. Even as he flicks his ears up to listen to the... inspirational speech, Janex keeps staring at his hands, fire reflecting in his burning eyes. Snap. Flick. Snap. Flick. He finally looks up as the last call is announced, and nods solemnly to himself, hopping from his seat. Collecting his pack, he slings a large tech cannon over his shoulder onto his back, and walks cautiously towards the convoy, hoping he can find a spare seat. "'Hey there! Going my way?'" he mutters to himself, practicing his opening lines quietly.
(Everdeene) Everdeene stretches as she looks to the nearby faces, some very familiar to her, some utterly new to her, yet, she can't help but smile, for the camaraderie to be formed and for the goal they are all here to undertake, looking over her personal weapons, doing one last check over them before getting onto the trailer of the available vehicles, due to her unique physiology, being a large, tall taur, she's gonna need to be taken by another who can drive, but is prepared for what's to come otherwise.
(Rulsk) A power armored, 20ft long, black furred wolf checks over his gear with a critical eye, glaring at it as if daring it to have any problems. Given that he has absolutely no understanding of its function, there's not much for Rulsk to see and in truth he just hopes that there's nothing wrong with what he assumes are the enchantments powering it. That done, he noses at the satchels strapped to his sides and checks on his emergency food supplies. Smaller than normal though he may be, he still anticipates needing to snack pretty often to compensate for the lack of ambient nanites. Everything seems to be in order, so he lopes over to the flatbed truck he's hitching a ride with for the journey and clambers up onto the back. He stretches out and settles in for a long trip, his head resting on the cab so he can feel the wind in his face. He parts his jaws in a canine smile and lolls his tongue to the side, drooling a bit as he grins. He thinks over Wolfwood's words and tries to envision what the scenario she'd describing will be like. He's never left the Bubble before and was born after the P-Day, so a world without nanites is just... alien to him. At least he has friends along, whom he glances at and wags his tail slowly, eyes drifting from person to person, their presence helping him relax.
(Greyson) The aforementioned nudist working with Caitlin sighs, deciding to hide in the back of the van this time around, the world beyond the bubble not so likely to take his fashion sense so politely. Organizing piles of spare ammunition, battery packs, salvage, and hiking bars, Greyson looks up from his work, pressing a list into the woman's chest before digging a set of keys from the pocket of her jacket, "Put em in here when we agreed you'd be driving- don't want locals trying to rail me or kill me for looking like an |actual| goddamn werewolf." He sighs, glancing to the side at the announcement, "You sure it's a great idea lugging me around for combat duty, swear Charlie might be safer..." A worried look crosses his features before he shakes his shoulders, brushing it off, "Whatever the case is, I've got enough bullshit back here to build an armory if people start breaking down out there... and scrap to repair the van if you end up totalling it- before or |after| we get there." At the cry of the nearby hitch-hiker, the bare wolf-beast leans out of the side of the van, cupping a hand over his mouth and waving him over, "Got plenty of room for one more if you don't mind sharing it with some twinkie crumbs and junk metal. Gonna be a good few hours!" He cants his head to Caitlin, "Could use somebody to watch her driving while I make sure nothing in the back goes kablooey!"
(Caitlin) Caitlin hackles twitch in amusment as Greyson once again complains about being brought with, causing the ribbons and silver of her muzzle jewelry to dance as she leans over to look at the new passenger. "Hope you don't get carsick, I'm a far better driver then the whiner here!" The passenger door popping open to let Janex in since Greyson's occupying the back.
(Wolfwood) The convoy loads up and drives off in short order. Considering the dangers ahead, few of those present aren't seasoned mercenaries. But with pay this good, who could say no despite the risk? The trip takes some time and the road shows visible signs of recent rushed repairs and temporary fixes. There have doubtlessly been efforts to ensure that the heavy construction equipment would even be able to use the roads that, unlike those within Fairhaven proper, don't get nearly the kind of love they deserve. Humorously enough, outside of the bubble, without the drip feed of nanites chewing at them, the roads have held up alright over the years. Perhaps that's the benefit of both being in California and not constantly having multi thousand pound vehicles driving to and fro over them.
The three squads soon break off from one another and head to their respective points of interest. The lead up is over. It's time for action.
Alpha team pulls up alongside their side of the substation. It has clearly seen better days. The chain link fences are rusted out, foliage reaches up past the cracks in the decaying asphalt, and then, of course, is the star of the show. The old administrative building is partially collapsed and is now serving almost like an outer shell to a rather odd sight. A massive pile of junk. It must be several stories high and is made up of metal, wood, concrete, and just about everything else you could imagine an oversized golem ripping out of the surrounding town and tossing onto the pile. In front of it is a large parking lot with several assorted groupings of junk and piles of scrap. Caitlin and Rulsk can pick up on something a bit more dower, however. The scent of death. Corpses are lodged between the gaps of the heavy pile's mass. Inanimate objects aren't the only things that have been 'salvaged' and Rulsk in particular can tell that some of the sources are relatively fresh. Wolfwood leads Alpha team towards a gap in the fence which would put them closer to the admin building than had they used the front entrance. She turns and looks to those assembled.
"Alright. Things are going to get real hot real fast. The second we cross the threshold onto the property and get into range of the damaged server, the golems are probably going to wake up. Any calm discussion is going to have to happen now. So. Let's discuss. Anyone have any ideas besides smashing the golems until they stop moving?" The human, her face now covered by the sealed helmet of her armor is difficult to read. Her tone at least suggests an edge of apprehension and anticipation. Hardly surprising considering what they are about to do.
(Waconet) Waconet pulls a bona fide Rocket Launcher from his vehicle when Wolfwood asks about how the team wants to deal with the Golems before they go active. "Well, I have a few ideas, one of them is simply sacrificing one of our vehicles and ramming one into them. Two, I have brought, in no small quantities, heavy ordinance in order to do the obvious. Yeah I just want to to blow them up."
(Caitlin) Caitlin spends the entire drive there shooting the shit with Janex and Greyson if they are both up for it and dodging the occassional pothole while going just a tad, totally a tad, bit too fast while following. That cheerful demenaor changes once they come in range of their objective and the scent of blood fills her nose. Her hackles twitching sending her ribbons dancing as they pull up to park. Wolfwood going opening the floor to plans from others gives her some time to visually scout the area and look for some usage of that rifle Greyson gave her but her options were limited. Eyeing the administration building as she speaks up "Did you send a group out before us? Scouts? Know of anyone who would be wandering through here?"
(Wolfwood) Wolfwood purses her lips, then shakes her head. "Nah. Nobody but us. Why, you..." She seems to get the idea and glances back towards the giant scrap pile. "Unfortunately, there's a trade route that passes through the area. If the weather's bad or something makes the normal route dangerous, it wouldn't shock me if someone tried coming closer to the station here and...well. If the golems happen to be wandering..." She trails off and exhales, the sound of her breath the only solid indication of her being at all disturbed. The joys of power armor.
(Greyson) The aforementioned nudist working with Caitlin sighs, deciding to hide in the back of the van this time around, the world beyond the bubble not so likely to take his fashion sense so politely. Organizing piles of spare ammunition, battery packs, salvage, and hiking bars, Greyson looks up from his work, pressing a list into the woman's chest before digging a set of keys from the pocket of her jacket, "Put em in here when we agreed you'd be driving- don't want locals trying to rail me or kill me for looking like an |actual| goddamn werewolf." He sighs, glancing to the side at the announcement, "You sure it's a great idea lugging me around for combat duty, swear Charlie might be safer..." A worried look crosses his features before he shakes his shoulders, brushing it off, "Whatever the case is, I've got enough bullshit back here to build an armory if people start breaking down out there... and scrap to repair the van if you end up totalling it- before or |after| we get there." At the cry of the nearby hitch-hiker, the bare wolf-beast leans out of the side of the van, cupping a hand over his mouth and waving him over, "Got plenty of room for one more if you don't mind sharing it with some twinkie crumbs and junk metal. Gonna be a good few hours!" He cants his head to Caitlin, "Could use somebody to watch her driving while I make sure nothing in the back goes kablooey!"
(Caitlin) Caitlin hackles twitch in amusment as Greyson once again complains about being brought with, causing the ribbons and silver of her muzzle jewelry to dance as she leans over to look at the new passenger. "Hope you don't get carsick, I'm a far better driver then the whiner here!" The passenger door popping open to let Janex in since Greyson's occupying the back.
(Wolfwood) The convoy loads up and drives off in short order. Considering the dangers ahead, few of those present aren't seasoned mercenaries. But with pay this good, who could say no despite the risk? The trip takes some time and the road shows visible signs of recent rushed repairs and temporary fixes. There have doubtlessly been efforts to ensure that the heavy construction equipment would even be able to use the roads that, unlike those within Fairhaven proper, don't get nearly the kind of love they deserve. Humorously enough, outside of the bubble, without the drip feed of nanites chewing at them, the roads have held up alright over the years. Perhaps that's the benefit of both being in California and not constantly having multi thousand pound vehicles driving to and fro over them.
The three squads soon break off from one another and head to their respective points of interest. The lead up is over. It's time for action.
Alpha team pulls up alongside their side of the substation. It has clearly seen better days. The chain link fences are rusted out, foliage reaches up past the cracks in the decaying asphalt, and then, of course, is the star of the show. The old administrative building is partially collapsed and is now serving almost like an outer shell to a rather odd sight. A massive pile of junk. It must be several stories high and is made up of metal, wood, concrete, and just about everything else you could imagine an oversized golem ripping out of the surrounding town and tossing onto the pile. In front of it is a large parking lot with several assorted groupings of junk and piles of scrap. Caitlin and Rulsk can pick up on something a bit more dower, however. The scent of death. Corpses are lodged between the gaps of the heavy pile's mass. Inanimate objects aren't the only things that have been 'salvaged' and Rulsk in particular can tell that some of the sources are relatively fresh. Wolfwood leads Alpha team towards a gap in the fence which would put them closer to the admin building than had they used the front entrance. She turns and looks to those assembled.
"Alright. Things are going to get real hot real fast. The second we cross the threshold onto the property and get into range of the damaged server, the golems are probably going to wake up. Any calm discussion is going to have to happen now. So. Let's discuss. Anyone have any ideas besides smashing the golems until they stop moving?" The human, her face now covered by the sealed helmet of her armor is difficult to read. Her tone at least suggests an edge of apprehension and anticipation. Hardly surprising considering what they are about to do.
(Waconet) Waconet pulls a bona fide Rocket Launcher from his vehicle when Wolfwood asks about how the team wants to deal with the Golems before they go active. "Well, I have a few ideas, one of them is simply sacrificing one of our vehicles and ramming one into them. Two, I have brought, in no small quantities, heavy ordinance in order to do the obvious. Yeah I just want to to blow them up."
(Caitlin) Caitlin spends the entire drive there shooting the shit with Janex and Greyson if they are both up for it and dodging the occassional pothole while going just a tad, totally a tad, bit too fast while following. That cheerful demenaor changes once they come in range of their objective and the scent of blood fills her nose. Her hackles twitching sending her ribbons dancing as they pull up to park. Wolfwood going opening the floor to plans from others gives her some time to visually scout the area and look for some usage of that rifle Greyson gave her but her options were limited. Eyeing the administration building as she speaks up "Did you send a group out before us? Scouts? Know of anyone who would be wandering through here?"
(Wolfwood) Wolfwood purses her lips, then shakes her head. "Nah. Nobody but us. Why, you..." She seems to get the idea and glances back towards the giant scrap pile. "Unfortunately, there's a trade route that passes through the area. If the weather's bad or something makes the normal route dangerous, it wouldn't shock me if someone tried coming closer to the station here and...well. If the golems happen to be wandering..." She trails off and exhales, the sound of her breath the only solid indication of her being at all disturbed. The joys of power armor.
(Tyo) Tyo notices the changes in the environment as soon as they pass outside the boundries of the nanite bubble, parts of his split consciousness break off to try managing the strain of his own body on itself. Once they reach their destination the wolf opens the door of his snake pet's Bronco gathering with the assembed group as the prepare for the chaos that is almost assured to be unleashed from Wolfwood's words, he looks over his fellow operatives as he stays somewhat close to Waconet while his purple wolven eyes land onto that instrument in those hands that he has seen used to brutal measures more than once. The wolf prepares his own equipment as he readily place a paw onto the warhorn that lies beneath his duster, his eyes scan the building looking over it's state before drifting around the the landscape before him, that wolfish grin on his lips hold firmly with the anticipation of battle from the commander's words before offering some himself in hopes of encourgment, "We know our job, let's get thing done folks!"
(Janex) Janex enjoys the drive immensely, considering the pair seem unfazed at traveling with a hellhound. He even warms up to join in the banter, even as some bumps in the road and Caitlin's driving make him hold on to his seat with nerves. As he gathers 'round to hear Wolfwood out, he eyes his surroundings calmly, only pointing to an abandoned-looking apartment complex overlooking the area once the conversation hits a lull. "Think I'd be better off taking the golems from up there," he offers. "Might have eyes on the golems and pull focus from the admin building if they're more worried about me."
(Everdeene) Everdeene hisses out in a soothing tone, "I have a custom made Rocket Launcher, if we find a weak-point of anything we have to face, expose it as much as possible, and have me fire away a good shot at it, or, if it's too mobile, I can use my chainsword to try and tear through some limbs if possible, or armor if needed."
She then looks to the others, "And if there's a need for healing or food, I can try to provide what I can on the move, hope you like milk~" She adds with a sing-song tone, followed by a wink.
"Also, I see a few good spots over there and there that would work for a few potentially bad hits, make sure to remember them." she says as she points out said spots, before looking with annoyed confusion, "Anyone else feeling... heavier now...? I feel like I'm under the ocean again... except even heavier..." Everdeene shifts around as she asks.
(Rulsk) Rulsk is in constant pain. When people told him about the world outside the Bubble, they never mentioned just how much it would *hurt* to simply exist out here. He's forced to slowly burn his stores of builder nanites to stave off a bone-deep ache that fills him right to the core. Despite doing so, every jolt of the truck over a rough patch on the highway feels like he's being simultaneously crushed and stretched to breaking, somehow all at once. He's grateful when they arrive, as it means he can finally stand and stretch out his sore muscles again.As the convoy pulls up to the old administrative building, the cloying scent of death fills his nose, making him raise his hackles, silently snarling through grit teeth. At Wolfwood's question, he rumbles, "Someone died here recently, or at least some of those bodies are much, much fresher than the others. Whatever is here is definitely still active."
He glances at the arrayed junk, eyes flicking between the various piles of junk, his ears perked as he focuses his full attention on trying to detect threats. A semi-truck covered in industrial server racks... sounds off. So too does a tightly packed stack of junker cars. And... a pit of gravel. None of those things should be moving, but he can hear the faint sounds of shifting and grinding coming from them. The barricades blocking off something covered in a tarp, the bronze bear statue with a military dressed mannequin draped across its back, and the suspiciously golem shaped assortment of metal do flare up his instincts, but he can't hear any sounds coming from them. He conveys his findings to the group, pointing with his muzzle one after another at the three junkpiles that are making ominous sounds, "There... there... and there. I hear movement."
(Waconet) Waconet works on pulling several boxes out from his vehicle, tucking in his wings as his serpentine form otherwise fits easily inside as he judiciously unloads quite the collection of equipment. And once fully unloaded, he opens the boxes to reveal... Exactly what you might expect from an Explosives Expert. Boxes of grenades, satchel charges, rockets and even a mortar with its own box of shells and charges ready to go. He places the mortar up first, taking a look through his binoculars and using them to sight in potential targets. He follows up with setting out the charges and shells for the mortar. He has the Rocket launcher hung on a sling around his figure with spare ammo being carried in a backpack. And with that, he's ready to go.
(Greyson) Shielding his eyes from the sun, the feral-looking wolf-beast stares over the building, watching the others as they shuffle about, making their preparations before eyeing the team with heavy artillery, the nudist cocking his head to the side. "Hey- take a look over there real quick..." He gestures around the scrap barricades, the building practically mid-collapse as it already was. "Server's in there somewhere and we've got no idea how battered it is... probably won't survive if the place comes crashing around on it. If we're gonna be firing rockets and artillery in there, we need to make sure me and the rest of the boys in Charlie've got something to work with once the dust clears..." He sighs, scratching his chin and staring up towards Caitlin and Janex, "You two- if we're pissing them off, see if you can't draw them |outside|, we've got a beehive in there and a lot of room to work with, see where they're coming from with a few pot-shots and make some call-outs, if we're smart we can knock out some paths |away| from the building and force them to either bunker down or come to |us| all the way out this way. If even one stray plate slips off that tower, this whole operation might be in for some bad news..." Gesturing to the front of the would-be scrapyard, he mutters, "We've got the tools to build a funnel and I'm sure I could make some spare if we end up running out of toys... look for the van with an M and a tail on it if you need to resupply or get anything patched up out here."
(Wolfwood) Wolfwood hmns, nods, and recovers her hammer. "I agree with him. If we can kick the hornet's nest and draw them further from the building, all the better." She looks to Waco. "Everyone, get into position. Once we're ready, we can ring the bell."
(Waconet) Waconet looks over his shell supplies, "Draw them out? I got a couple of smoke shells that make a boom noise and leave a cloud, but won't hurt the building itself. I could even have the shells explode up in the air so they won't obstruct our view of the area."
(Wolfwood) Wolfwood shrugs. "Your call. I'd say the areal explosives. Those blow up downwards, right? Fired over the yard, it'd entirely miss the building."
(Waconet) Waconet nods to the power armored human, "Shrapnel shots, ariel burst, I got those too. Make the call when you want the Artillery to start."
(Wolfwood) Everyone moves to get into position and prepare for the golems to be lured out to fight the team on their own terms. Wolfwood hunkers down by a toppled van and shoots Waconet a nod. It's go time.
(Caitlin) Caitlin eyes the building Janex pointed out above the area in thought as her ears twitch and her muscles ache. Having been so long since she was outside the bubble she almost forgot how it felt to be out here. The terrible itch, the pain of her every cell letting her know its not a good idea to be out of a bubble as she digs into her pocket to pull out a bottle and toss back two of the pills while the plan is put together. Turning around she points to Greyson and the van, moving over herself to pull the AMR out that he had offered her to get into position. Climbing the tallest of the vehicles they had to get into a, potentially awkward, position to utilize it as she zeros in the scope and waits.
(Tyo) Tyo gives his fluffy head as if trying to get himself into the correct mindset as he tries to get himself into the best position he can with the impending chance of combats from what the commander Wolfwood has mentioned, the wolf shifts himself behind Waco as he sees the snake preparing mass violence. The wolf pulls that instrument out from his duster, aa horn of ebony marbled with a couple small streaks of purple, holding it close he shifts himself back further and further until he is standing behind that powerful serpent form ready to alert the other if he spots any movement that may be the aforementioned golems moving in to the group's position. While preparing he keeps what left over attention he has on the rest of his squad trying to make sure to jump to give them some help if need be, his fur tingles slightly as if electrified by the tension lingering in atmosphere.
(Everdeene) Everdeene spends a moment loading her rocket launcher, gets to aiming it from a good distance, and then aiming it, steading her rocket launcher with three of her four arms and having her fourth ready to fire, giving a nod to show her ready to go.
(Rulsk) Rulsk nods and moves to the front of the formation, poised and ready to catch the attention of any hostiles and ensure they engage him and nobody else, if at all possible. He bristles with anticipation, aches fading away as adrenaline kicks in.
(Greyson) Scampering up the roadside back towards the Merc N' Tails van, Greyson slips up the side of the hood, making his way onto the roof with a pair of binoculars as he takes position by the roadside, a bouquet of smoke and tear grenades at his side, eyes flicking between his comms unit and the scene laid out in front of him. While it wasn't an aerial viewpoint, it would be the safest place for him, not only free cover, but something mobile, a far better chance for survival should anyone need to run and gun, keys left in the driver's seat, already adjusted and laid back.
(Janex) The black hound tips his muzzle back and squints up at a water tower with clear sight lines to the spots Rulsk noted, changing his gameplan and nodding to the rest of the group. Checking his pack and his energy weapons one last time, he hustles off to climb up the tower's height and oversee the field of battle. He even manages to take in a breathtaking view of the horizon as he climbs, looking out at a world he hadn't seen in... who knows how long, by now.
(Waconet) Waconet , upon seeing the nod from Wolfwood, hefts up one of the shells and hangs it over the pre-sighted mortar. He shouts "Fire for effect!" before dropping the shell and covering his ear canals. And even with those covered he still can hear the boom as the shell is projected upwards, the concussive force feeling like a kick all over his form causes him to wince a bit as he's not supported by the nanites out here. The shell, reaching its peak about 4 seconds later, arcs downwards, having reached a height in the thousands of feet racing downwards towards the grounds just outside the administration building. And with just a fraction of a second away from impacting the ground, it detonates, sending a barage of shrapnel into a tight cone into the ground, sending up dust from the impact. The explosion sending another shockwave towards the group. The quetzalcoatl, removing his hands from his ears, picks up another round, ready to fire again.
