Imperii finis est scriptor - RPLOG
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Date
9/5/2017
Log
With light cloud-cover and a gentle breese it is a nice day in New Dawn. Though the weather doesn't reflect the activities of the mutants of the town. They preparing their assembled information on Constantine's Compound for the Agents that have responded to their call to action. r% r% One of the hutts has been cleared of its normal use to be a more secure meeting place for this occasion and their contact, a female Alpha Husky, waits inside for the Agents she will be briefing for this mission.
Otto was not sure what to expect from this assignment. He was looking for trouble, this much was clear, the canine out and about to test out a few new gadgets, see how they perform and how he performs with them! While he was garbed in his usual attire, those who knew the canine would note a few alterations to his loadout. No longer was he unprotected and covered with a few measly layers of cloth that did next to nothing to keep him protected. Nay, for now he wore a rather serious looking set of reinforced platemail that tied in with his usual attire quite well. His weapons were all ofcourse present and accounted for, kept in top shape, primed, loaded and ready for use at the tip of a hat.
Looking around the peculiar settlement known as New Dawn, Otto notes its primitive charm. The Prometheans seemed to like things simple, and did it quite well. Their huts had a certain appeal to them, a charm that was hard to describe, a calling back to a simpler time before skyscrapers and parking lots. It reminded him of the Aassahke and their peaceful tribal ways. It'd been a while since Otto had gone to see Chenoa, so he took a note to change that once this mission was complete. For now, he heads into the hut where they were to gather, and looks around. Once he spots the Alpha husky, he stands at attention and greets her with a nod. "Soldier 1206 reporting for duty." he says with a bright smile and an enthusiastic yip! "Am I the first to arrive?"
Pelle spotting somebody enter one of the huts fully armored follows after them "is this the place of this mission?" she looks up to the coyote "and I do believe you're the first one" she wakes past the coyote and into the room her body covered with weapons seemingly thrown on as she can make them fit and turns to the two "I'm pelle and I'm ready for duty" she give the two a bow she flutters into the air after she is done with the bow hovering around head height
A stirring in a breeze seemed too light and soft for that which Mokou prepared. The sun shone between scattered clouds and rays of light lit the ground, not even the faint touch of springs last breath seeming to touch beneath the fennecs coat. Her shirt and shorts clad about her, the ground seeming too could beneath her as she stalked toward the hut, the one in the message, a quiet shudder in her breath. There was no easy solution to this, and there was no happy ending to be found from it after all it seemed. Her comms never seemed to leave her hand, the little information she had been given read and reread a dozen times. Using them as...
The young lady looked back up, her hand shoving the comms back in her pocket, eyes clinging back to the hut before her. Slight, but functional... She had to admit it still brought a smile to her muzzle. It was... something akin to home. And that... is why she looked back to the Husky within the tent. Why she stood, and gave her a small nod, ears flashing to the side at that yelp of a yip! A warrior, clad in arms and armaments beyond her grade... She shook her head. That wasn't... wasn't the point. Besides, if that lass could be here... If she could fight, she should be able... "Ah... Not a soldier. Here to help though. Here to... To stop this... Barbarism." Eyes flashing over to those beside, it was only a brief pause before she shot back a swift nod. "Y-yeah..."
Krixia was not used to this. Sure, she was promethean herself, but she was more of a solo worker. 'merc for hire, with standards' sort. Now that some things had come and gone, it was time for her to actually swallow some of that stubbornness and work together with folks in a less 'improvised' style. As she approached the hut, a hand lifted up and slid fingers through her hair, the red locks not tied up behind her head or around it shifted and tussled around a bit. When her hand dropped, she slipped it into a pocket, much like the other. While she wasn't a military trained fighter, she most definitely had training. Rather than a fully geared up outfit, she was wearing some light leather armor on her that had some runic symbols in celtic, giving off just the faintest hint of an aura around her to anyone that might be close enough. Ironically, they didn't detract from her clothes all that much.
Instincts had her checking out the hut and looking for potential traps or holes for ambush signals. Even hearing someone speak about arriving for duty, it didn't keep her from watching for more traps once inside the hut. "Oi", was her unprofessional role call obligation. Eyes went over who she'd be going on the mission with and kept herself away from the entrance some, reaching into her leather jacket to pull out a pair of bladed gloves. Slipping the gloves on, she pulls them on tight, wiggling her fingers. Likewise runes to her armor show on them and she finally takes a look at the husky to adress her properly. "Krixia", wasn't hard to know the human redhead celt fighter within the faction. A glance given to the others, she upnods them on the whole, then flashes a peace sign. "Oi."
Firecracker arrives on the scene, landing on the coyote's head as she stands upright on her hindlegs, folding her forelegs over her chest. Her current appearance differs drastically from the one most are accustomed to. Gone are the joyful amber eyes and playful smile from the pegasus's face, replaced with fiery red irises and a cocky grin to match, though her eyes may be a bit difficult to see through the red-tinted triangular glasses she wears over them. Rather than her usual nudity, on her back is a red cape with orange flame patterning on the bottom and a silhouette of a firecracker in the center.
"Alright, I'm sure you have some big long speech you wanna give about this. How about we skip all that and just get right to the ass kicking?" the fiery little pegasus suggests. "Just say whose ass needs kicking and point me in a direction, we'll free those guys in no time." She looks to the Irish lady introducing herself, nodding her head upwards in return, "I'm Firecracker!" she says with a grin.
The Husky woman perks up when Agents start to enter the hut. With Otto's introduction he tilts her head downward, "One, two, zero, six... Ok then." she says, unuse to dealing with people by Agent numbers. When the tiny pegasus speaks up the Husky is a bit surprized and just nods quietly. When the peacock spider enters she smiles wide and answers, "Yes! This is where we're having the breifing." She nods aprovingly as the Fennec woman comes to the hut and indicates she is also there for the operation and takes a halfsep back from the Human fighter when she arrives, her training to not infect those who were still human kicking in, she aknowledges Krixia with a nod.
The Husky takes a breath and says, "Hello Agents. I am Alissa. I'll be briefing you on the situation. From the report on our scouting mission that found his Compound we have learned that a potentially sane German Shepard answering to the name Constantine has been abducting ferals and controling them by means on indoctronation explained to him by documents stolen from RSX Solutions. Since then our scouts have detected Constantine's forces fortifying his building and... capturing progressively more dangerous ferals. From what we can tell those captured by Constantine are not loyal beyond his ability to control them. This being the case your mission is to capture Constantine and any of his supporters who might be able to replicate this effect. Should it be possible keeping the ferals captured from leaving the building before Promethean backup can arrive is to be considered a secondary objective. Any questions?"
As the group piled in, Otto took the time to look them over. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the small peacock spider, as he was slightly arachnophobic, he settled for just nodding and greeting hir with a polite "Hey there."
Then he spots Mokou, and could immediately feel his heart starting to melt. He had a soft spot for fennecs, and he couldn't help but grin goofishly and greet her with a happy "Howdy!"
Before he could chat her up, another interesting fellow stepped into the tent. My my, seems the group had started to gather up! The human girl that had entered was rather charismatic, and mystifying in her own way. One couldn't immediately tell a lot about her by looking at her loadout, but she seemed friendly enough. "Greetings." the coyote gives a polite bow in response.
Yet again before he could utter one more word, he feels something land square atop his head. That familiar bubbly tone was immediately recognized the moment he heard it. "Hi Firecracker." he sighs and crosses his eyes to look up at her while she was still perched atop his head. The pony was a volatile one, but she was fun to have around, that much was certain!
"I had a feeling I'd be seeing you." he smiles, then gently picks her up by the cape and lowers her down into his arms to give her a squeeze before letting her go. She was roughly the size of a teddy bear compared to Otto, after all. His attention returns to the husky.
He cracks his knuckles and flashes a grin "Storm the fort, take down the opposition, retrieve the scumbag and drag his sorry ass back for judgement. Sounds simple enough. What can you tell us about the building? Have the scouts found any easier ways to get in, multiple points of entry so that we could catch the bastard by surprise and block off all his escape routes?"
Pelle turns to face the ones that enter the building and responding to the coyote "hello as well" before spotting the fennec and recognize her "hello mokou" her attention goes to the human as she enters "hello krixia" and as she spots firecracker she flutters closer to fire "hello firecracker nice cape you have" giving them all a bow as she greets them and turns to alissa "yes I have one" she flutters closer to alissa "is the mind control stuff going to work on us?"
Mokou shot those mocha eyes of hers back to the last few attendants, the tall warrior style... empress like visage of the lady and... a pony? She almost shook her head, but instead simply gave them a slight smile. Who was she to say they didn't look the part for this? Besides... Promethians seem to excel in that respect. Besides... Might surprise them. Shoot, the warrior 'yote certainly did with that... silly little grin of his, hugging the red pony like a prized toy. Mokou gave a quiet little giggle despite herself, shaking her head before smirking to him. "Ah, Hey there." Before spending anymore time chawing though, she instead simply took a step to the side, a quiet smile upon her muzzle as she looked back to the Husky. No joy or humor reflected in those eyes, only a quiet sadness and but a touch darker within. Rumors do as rumors do, but... She could only hope what she heard was false.
The fennec watched the... Alissa as she spoke, ears occasionally twitching between sharp phonations and the implications within such a briefing. It was simple enough. Extraction, and make certain the means was stopped. Her hands she shoved into her pockets, giving a single nod to Alissa as she went on. Keep the ferals there, stop them from... hurting themselves and others. Another few words stuck out, but in the end, she simply sighed. Peering back to Pelle, she shook her head. "I doubt we will have to worry about that. If he only controls by force, we ought to be... alright. Hopefully" Her gaze fell back upon the husky, a slight nod given. "Only one question. This... Constantine... If they are sane... What is to be done with them. If they run. If they beg. What should we not do..."
Krixia was tilting her head from side to side, rolling her shoulders, which had her jacket and her (currently) megadeath t-shirt lifting up, giving a small peak at her flat, muscled belly. When her clothing dropped back down again, she lifted an arm, just about to stretch it over her head when she heard Firecracker speak up. In a very lilty laugh, she busted out and pointed a finger the pony's way. "Aye! Now ye got me likin' that method right there!" Though she does calm some. Folks were bowing, too. That, definitely made her a little awkward. "Eh..." Rolling her eyes, the redhead just let up a one shouldered shrug in response to the gestures, brushing it off for the sake of civility. Looking at the husky, she was incredibly used to a lot of her fellow agents keeping their distance. "I'm a human chick with fightin' gloves on, likely gettin' up in faces, goin' into a shithole full of ferals, and ya think I'm worried 'bout gettin' up close?" She just offers a wide grin and a wink to Alissa, trying to ease the worry, even if it might have already passed.
Speaking of worry, noticing the only person who seemed to really not be at ease with the situation, and also letting people who did better with not instinctual thinking ask all the questions, she made her way to stand near Mokou's side without touching her. Her hands slipped into her pocket and she let her lips shut tight, humming a quiet little soothing celtic tune towards the fennec. She didn't look at her, though, just doing her best to maybe give some comfort for morale, even if she was misreading Mokou's reactions.
