Packmind Backup and In fighting - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/4/2013
Log
The sun dawns on a new day as our group of agents sleep in the back of the truck. After eating, and innoculating the infected as best they can. At about midnight, Biggs and Wedge had returned, much to Sasha's relief. The new day brings little more for reasurrance however, as they are reminded of the two already gone, and two slowly going. "I radio'd back for some more support, they should be here shortly." Sasha says looking very tired. She had been up all night making sure that the artficial bubble stayed up, incase they were attacked. Sure enough, coming up to the TCP (Just the truck really) comes another truck, carrying one other inside it.
Falling, all Angus can see is black nothingness and all he feels is falling, like he is in nowhere. There is nothing to hear, nothing to really feel. His body feels... strange, very very strange.
Falling, all Angus and Smokie can see is black nothingness, and all they feel is falling, like they are in nowhere. There is nothing to hear, nothing to feel, and their bodies feel... strange... very very strange.
The adept slept like a baby considering there was litte else she could do. Upon awakening Kilsa shifts and covers the body of Sasha without warning, tightening into a skin tight suit and speaking to her. "Are you able to funtion correctly?" She ask the tired looking female. "I have something that might give you a boost if you neeed it." The suit says quietly. "We can't have you fail or we all die."
Waking up from inside the truck's rear is the semi-formally dressed and shotgun wielding lion Dio. It was a rather nice nap considering the circumstances. While earlier he had only fired one shot in the forest, two shots are missing from the tube, having to perform the deed of putting down their comrade Angus. The lion wasn't quite sure what to think of the deed, but he'd reflect on it later. Before the former coyote goo'd into the ground, he managed to collect a vial, assuming it could be used like a compass to their destination. However, it wasn't reacting for the time being. For now, Dio found two more shotgun shells in the truck, loaded them, and exited out the vehicle to meet the new arrivals.
Angus had never liked the sensation of falling, and this time wasn't an exception. All he knew was that he was alone, drifting in this eerie opressive darkness, as his thought drifted back to what had happened. He remembered Oregon, he remembered the ambush and the pain as his very form began to change before his eyes...and the last thing he remembered, was leaning into Smokie before everything went dark....and now he was hear. His weapons were gone, what powers he did have would not respond...and he was completly human...
Alkain wakes up with a yawn and a shake of his head, his sleep wasn't very restful with the things he's just seen. He sighs when he realizes it wasn't a dream and shakes his head some more, "So... What now?" he looks at the goo that Dio had collected and sighs, "Wish that hadn't been Angus..." he just shakes his head at that
Casey's body mostly just lays limp, with the many wounds they suffered from the encounter. A few momwnts after everyone had woken up, their body emits a small spark at first, which quickly spreads across their body while at the same time gaining strength. The flames heat quickly escalates to 'funeral pyre' level, all the while burning away the wounds on Casey.
"Well, that was hell of a dream..." says slowly a coyote, that is being slowly transformated into a feral wolf, by the packmind's nanites. Sithra sits up and scratches his wolf's chest. He shakes his head, and tries to remember his dream that he just woke up from. All he remembers is, he was a coyote, but... He was just wandering around the city, transforming everyone into feral wolves. The dream has ended, when he was staying before his home. The Harem Hive Club. He shakes his head once again and takes a bottle of water out of his backpack. He drinks half of the water before placing bottle back. Grabbing a box with bullets for his RPD, he begins to fill up free mags that he had in his backpack.
The Hard Corps. contingent of the US Military holdouts received a call for help. This call for help had terrible implications and a dire need for haste. Jets with harnesses were rigged with harnesses and other secure points and in an hour fifteen soldiers deployed with all haste to bring salvation to the lost. This aerial armada does not rest, flying overnight all but nonstop, Utilizing group methods to carry those that need rest and continue on, buffered by the fact that the leader amongst them can assume the size of a bomber to tow others. By the time morning comes the sound of jet engines has been replaced however. Now what the survivors will see coming over that last hill, rounding that last bend is a personel carrier the size of a mobile tactical base. It is a monster truck to monster trucks and it is bristling with personel, weapons and suplies. Save for the two scouts and the quartet of snipers and spotters that were dropped off out of sight as insurance. All the same, soon enough radio static will be hailing in over the eath shaking rumble of a massive engine.
"Basecamp, This is HC-Rescue, please respond. We are coming in hot and need to know you are still ticking and not just kicking. Over."
Was this death? There was nothingness around, nothing to feel... She got suddenly very heady. She didn't want to open her eyes, she was afraid that as soon as she acknowledged the void, she'd be doomed and destroyed. But she'd failed. She'd failed Angus and she'd failed Coyote. Her body... Her body felt disconnected. She couldn't place it. Did she have a body? All the muscles were different and her shape was different, but she didn't know to what extent. Her eyes were closed and she felt vertigo. It bothered her. Everything bothered her. She was foggy, she felt worse than being drunk. It was being drunk without the pleasure, only the absolute lack of control. A fever-dream that is very disturbing...
She was a coyote, she remembered. Coyote... What was Coyote? Something or someone she'd failed. Some kind of power? A god? What was a god, even? Coyote... was Angus. Angus was a Coyote, too? But they hadn't always been such. Drifting mind, she thought back further. Angus hadn't always been in her life, but he was in her death. They'd been Coyotes, but she knew somehow that they had been other things before. What had he been? It didn't matter. What had she been? A coyote on two legs, a coyote on four... A hyena, hunched and cackling. A Tousky, full of strange minded clarity. A beast, a wolf, a male, and then a collie, a female, and then before that, a husky, but she knew she was human many ages ago. That's all she knew. Human. What was she as a human? She didn't remember anymore... She'd tried so hard to forget being anything but a Coyote...
That was when she felt something on her shoulder, warmth, a feeling, a presence. Was she making it up? Who... What... Angus? She tries to whisper his name, for the first time reaching into the abyss.
