Operation Fairhaven FOB - Charlie Team - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
17/5/2025
Log
(Narwen) It's early in the morning, and the California sun is still mild, offset by a light breeze. A small crowd is gathering close to the Eastern edge of Fairhaven. Many of them look tough, toting weapons, armour, or heavy tools. A handful of vehicles are pulled up: a couple of minivans, one or two battered cars, a pickup, and some heavier construction equipment: a tractor, a backhoe, and a bulldozer. A rhino and a horse heave a jackhammer into the back of the pickup with a clang; a rat in coveralls standing beside the vehicle ducks down to check on the axel and then yells something at them, shaking her head. There's a sense of tension in the air: most everyone here's aware they might not come back, aside from a few who look too relaxed. Hardly anyone is having sex. One woman -- she looks human, but she's covered to her neck in heavy armour, so it's hard to be sure -- moves through the crowd, checking on each group systematically; most of the relaxed mutants get sent home after a quiet word from her, or, in one case, a knockout punch. Eventually she gets to the work crew by the truck, exchanges a few words with them, then beckons impatiently to your group to join them.
(Narwen) "Listen up! We're going to an old power substation, a hundred miles East of here. There's a damaged nanite server in there. You're Charlie team, and your job's to clear the rubble so we can get inside and fix it up, WITHOUT collapsing the whole place. Bad news: it makes golems to attack intruders. Good news: some other poor SOBs are gonna take care of them. When they're done, you go in. Go slow, go safe, do NOT trash my server, got it? You got six engineers to do the real work," she says, gesturing to the crew next to the truck, "and five mercs to do the babysitting and keep them and their gear in one piece. There's no real nanite bubble out there, so nothing's gonna work and nothing's gonna keep you alive if you screw up. So don't screw up. Now get your asses in gear. Bobbie? You're in charge," she says to the rat. "You got the blue van."
(Narwen) Bobbie nods -- seems like both she and the rest of the crew were expecting that. "Kate, you got the backhoe. Jo, 'dozer. Wink, tractor. Rest of you in the van with me. You need anything, grab it now." Kate seems to be the heavily built rhino who was hauling gear earlier; Jo is some kind of lizard, maybe a gecko; and Wink is a lemur in a reflective jacket who scrambles up onto the tractor with ease, grabbing the wheel with his hands at the same time as he turns the ignition with his dextrous feet. The rest shuffle into the van with you: Mike, a beaver who's brought along a hockey stick and gnaws on it nervously; Legs, a tall, stacked Clydesdale who takes up most of a row by hirself; and Bobbie herself, who takes the driver's seat. As well as you, there's one other merc: a jumpy-looking coyote named Red, who keeps checking the bolt action on his rifle.
(Sugarkitten) Sugarkitten shuffles along through the groups of people into her assigned team, carrying everything she thought she'd need for this outside the bubble mission. The supplies were light and easilly fit in the van, she stacked the welding rod packs quite neatly into the space in the van, just her own preferred ones but she could make use of other materials in a pinch. She wears a black leather zip front jacket and black leather form hugging pants, and has a single holster on her left hip with Enhanced Laser Pistol on standby. She felt nervous about her first time leaving the bubble and takes a seat in the van pulling on her shades, but sliding them up to rest on her forehead for now, her feline ears twitching as she glances around at the others in her team. "Hi, I'm Sugar." she states in a flat tone, her tails and body language showed her nervousness and trepidation.
(Junes) Junes sits near a van on a cooler making sure their holsters and gear are tight and secured but otherwise seem relaxed or even eager to be out here, the scaled hissune is clearly a chimera featuring scales and patterns from other types of lizards and scalies wearing a black hoodie with purple accents on the arms and some black tights contrasting the white and highlight of color from their nine fluffy tails that sway gingerly. once finished checking things over they got up and waved to the new arrivals and other mercs joining them and returning the introduction "junes, good to have you!" moving a stray hair back to tied ponytail for now as the chimera smiles!
(Xerxia) Xerxia heaves a dragons breath Dart loaded Shotgun onto the van they are getting in while they make sure they have clipped all their medical kits to their armor making sure they wont come undone or falloff
(Greyson) A wolf-beast, completely naked but for a satchel and a comms unit strapped to his wrist, sits against the back wall of the van, taking inventory of a satchel full of equipment, a compact chainsaw with alloyed teeth set beside a fully-stocked toolbox, old-world manual equipment set beside new-age looking power tools, a bouquet of grenades, one marked with a T, the other an S dangling from a chain on his bag. A closer look at his now mostly-emptied belongings would reveal a carton of hand-rolled cigarettes labelled 'C.Y.T.', which lie atop a small, hard-drive-sized device that reads 'S.U.C.K.', which faintly whirrs along. Waving a hand to the arriving crew, the man bows his head, never turning his eyes from his work. "Greyson Robertson, technical and logistics support from the Merc N' Tails, planning to help out Alpha team today, but time's running short before we get this show on the road. Pleasure to be a part of this, whatever the case. If you end up needing any equipment before I run out and get the details sorted on my end, you let me know, yeah?"
(Sugarkitten) Sugarkitten returns the smile Junes gives her, and it has a reassuring effect on her. Sugar's purple hair was tied in a practical bun up top and she was glad to see that Junes was also tying their hair back, which gave the impression she was with somebody sensible. For a while she sits quietly, simply admiring the patterns of scales and variety and counting the tails in her head. Her own two tails were flagged to the side where she sat. Sugar also looks to Xerxia and gives a wave gesture while she braces herself for the vehicle to start moving. Then she remembers Greyson from the recruitment tent, her ears perking up. "I may require some long-range weapon as s just in case, something light enough to sling over my shoulder, since my pistol isn't going to be doing a lot unless I'm up close. Perhaps a sniper rifle?" she requests up front, based on their prior discussions.
