Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble Part 1 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
4/8/2013
Log
Well, that's it. With a couple of hours of preparation-time, the agents that have responded to Zephyr's call to arms should be arriving any moment. A full briefing on the reports have been given, and warnings have been issued to each and every one of them.
As it turns out, the reports Zephyr recieved were correct, and the first thing the party would be greeted by is a downright massacre, with dead and wounded mutants everywhere...
Caylin huffs loudly as she steps out of an alleyway, approaching the given meeting place. Her trip here had been largely uneventful, but she'd suffered a nasty surprise when a brief encounter with a Skunk Beast had demonstrated that her nanite buffer was on the fritz. Fortunately, her ability to fight was still largely uncompromised, and her glaive had done an admirable job of keeping the beast off of her until she was able to give it the slip. Now all she had to do was locate the Zephyr representative who had put out the call...
Maxwell had been quite surprised as the call went out, and certainly, the raccoon had little reason to be assisting the company. He wasn't on their payroll by any more than technicality, and certainly, he wasn't the kind of asset they would have pulled leverage to obtain. But when the warnings went out, he couldn't help but develop his own interest in things. After all, it wasn't quite a case of simply benig out of bubble. Something far more fascinating was occuring here. What hadn't surprised him was how few people had shown up to answer such a call. After all, it was quite the departure from normal conditions. Nonetherless, on the journey out, he had checked over his things... And as he passed out of the bubble, he couldn't help but give a small grunt at the sudden weight of his pack, augmentations cutting out without the materials to power them. He'd been prepared for this. Prepared for a journey out from the dome that made such technology function in the ways he was used to. Finally, though, as he approached the meeting spot, death was what met him. A shadow long since forgotten inside the city. Long moments passed as he just watched, eyes roaming over the display... Soon closing with a wince. Paws clutched at his firearm, his trusted bolt launcher... Gripping it tightly. For all he knew, whatever did this was still here.
'Well, this is different...' thought Diashi as he cast a sweeping gaze over the strewn bodies of the dying and the dead. He knew something was up by the way his own nanites seemed to react 'sluggishly' in their upkeep of his body's myriad of adaptations. Walking closer to one of the more 'dead' bodies, he knelt down and began to examine it; apparently paying no mind to the typical respect one might show for the dead. "What killed you?" he questioned aloud to the dead creature as his mind wandered to the briefing he'd gotten about the area. Messed up nanites were never a thing to be trifled with...
A large, armored vehicle stands nearby, quite probably powered by nano-batteries, akin to the helicopters both Zephyr and RSX employ. Atop the thing is a large machine-gun, mostly used to keep ferals at a distance for the arriving agents.
Soon enough, the burly wolf manning the gun spots the trio, politely pointing the gun the other way for the time being. "Right. Hrmmm. That's all they could get, huh?" his companion on the ground mumbles, looking from one person to the next. "Right, if that's everyone?"
"Now, you see the full extent of the problem, methinks," the female cheetah excplaims, looking up at the large wolf. "Now, me and Paul here've gone through the trouble of clearing a landing-site for you, but it seems every viable path is blocked for the car," she explains, looking towards Diashi intently. "Oi! Do I even have your attention?"
Maxwell turns his gaze toward the vehicle, and the two who stood beside it. With a nod, he steps over toward them, the grip on his weapon loosening, relaxing as he catches the uniform. "What's our task?", comes his first question, even as his paces draw to a stop. "Are we scouting the area, or...?"
"Calm yourself," Diashi said as he plucked the photo from the dead feral's paw and looked it over, "Most of our nanite abilities may be gone, but I can still hear you." He tucked the photo away before standing and making his way to the vehicle. "So, what's the job exactly and when do I get paid?"
"Your job is to figure out what the fuck is going on, and if possible, figure out how to stop it," the cheetah explains, oddly calm while she says such, looking out again. "Right, if you two'd care to drag the third inside? She seems to have a slight sunstroke there," the feline mumbles. "We'll make sure she stays safe while you two explore the area," Paul adds as he leans down from his gun for a moment. "Right, Luce, got the map ready for them?" he adds, looking towards the Cheetah as she moves into the APC.
"You two'd better follow her. Luce doesn't like to be kept waiting, take that from me," Paul murrs softly, whincing lightly as the voice of 'Luce' practically bellows from inside. "I heard that!"
Maxwell keeps still, nodding at the orders with a surprising, almost instinctual professionalism. As the cheetah's piece concludes, he turns to step over to the last of the 'trio', lifting her up and bringing the poor thing back with him. "Roger that.", comes his response as he returns, taking the girl inside to find a place to lay her down...
Diashi shrugs, noting that his question about payment was pointedly ignored. "I assume we're going to be limiting the search to a reasonable area or in a specific direction?" He turns slightly, casting a glance out over the killing field and beyond thanks to his unnaturally sharp vision. "Cause this," he motions to the expanse, "is a bit much."
"Right. That's why we're showing you the map," 'Luce' rumbles softly as the duo moves inside, splaying a large parchment out on the metal table in the car. "Right. Right now, we're here," the cat points at the map, which seems to be an old map of Fairhaven. "This is where the nanites are going on the fritz, and this is an estimate of they outright stop working at all," the cat points out at two concentric circles, with the APC in the middle of the buffer-zone.
"You three... Two," she corectes herself. "You two are going to figure out what's going on in that dead zone. The car can't go any further, because of these," she points at a set of marks. "Each of those is a roaring fire of rubble and mutants... Someone or something doesn't want heavy equipment in there. That's where you come in. Go in, figure out what's wrong, and report back. If you can fix it, fix it."
Placing the sunstroke stricken girl onto a stretcher, Maxwell steps over toward 'Luce' at the table, just in time to be briefed on locales. Slipping off his pack, he pulls his laptop from the confines, quickly flipping it open. As the locations are explained to the pair of them, he types something in, some series of points and lines of words, before turning it about to take a picture of the map. "Alright... Give me just a moment and I should have this sorted. Then I'll be set to depart.", he explains.
"And what's the time frame of this operation?" Diashi asks as he carefully commits the map to memory. "While I don't really have much else gonig on at the moment, I'm not going to blindly search around forever in an area where I'm no longer as immortal as I usually am."
