Roadtrip1 cruisin the coast - RPLOG
Participants
Date
25/11/2013
Log
With so little exhaust and a lack of engine noises, these mechanical road behemoths could be considered stealth mode or...for those in the know, adepts with a special infection that allows them to take the shape and role of transport vehicles.
All around the trucks, Prometheans and various agents are loading up gear and personel, apparently planning on a large sale action, weapons, mundane first aid suplies and even rations being packed as if there might not be nanite support where they are going. Clearly many know what is going on, but those that don't are always welcome to ask one of the NCOs or officers roving about setting things in order.
Siyu takes a deep breath, the rodent if is of course feeling rather good about himself, he's equipped for the desert, desert camo, large bag, good webbing. Enough food, gear and water to surive a rather long trip out wherever. He's interested in salvage, and interested in where this adventure might go. He'll make sure to stowe his gear and his bag into a vehical that he's assigned and he moves towards some of the other enlized soliders, "Uh, anything I can help with." he'll ask the corpal Hicks.
Edel shuffles onto the scene, fidgeting with the buttons on her scabbard. "Hello, hello! I heard interesting things were going on! And I want in on it. You don't mind, I hope?"
As the group geared up to travel, their parking place intersected with the travels of another. Maxwell's journey soon brought him into the temporary camp, a rifle of some kind held in his paws, swept along the ground in a testing motion, as if he were still getting used to the weight, to the specifics of the weapon, used to something different. As his gaze regards the camp, his path takes him toward one of the few that seemed to be directing others, almost out of a sliver of memory. "Excuse me... What's going on?", he asks, his gaze kept on the particular officer he greeted, locked to their features in courtesy... Or in discipline, depending on how it looked.
Sitting upon a large crate, a silver furred lioness dressed in a women's business outfit carefully holds a shotgun within her hands, twelve gauge shells just beside her lap. One at a time, she slips each red shell into the magazine tube, chambering the first round with a satisfying pump. Locked, loaded, and ready to go, Dio hops off the box and makes her way for the area where the other familiar agents are gathering. "Greetings," she says, bowing lightly to the others. "Agent Dio from Zephyr and K&S Solutions. I'm ready for the mission at hand. When shall we depart," she asks towards the officer.
Cookies is near the lioness at all times, all but clinging to her side. The dusky catgirl is currently clad in a black turtleneck made of some ultra-soft metamaterial and brown sweater pants made of the same material. Her ears twitch in the direction of Dio and the officer, deciding it would probably be best not to say anything. Nobody would recognize her without the suit, or so she was all too certain!
Slithering into the camp dressed like she lives there, Savi sizes up the gathering of soldiers and various other brethren. Deciding to deal with the mission at hand before dealing with any past-related issues, the plant moves in close to the vehicles and waits quietly. Her goggled gaze taking in mostly the soldiers already with the convoy, but also some of the locals that the word scavange brought out to play. Looking at Cookies the longest, Savi wonders if today the day Cookies gets them all killed.
Siyu takes a deep breath, the rodent if is of course feeling rather good about himself, he's equipped for the desert, desert camo, large bag, good webbing. Enough food, gear and water to surive a rather long trip out wherever. He's interested in salvage, and interested in where this adventure might go. He'll make sure to stowe his gear and his bag into a vehical that he's assigned and he moves towards some of the other enlized soliders, "Uh, anything I can help with." he'll ask the corpal Hicks.
Lt. Ripley waves Edel in, the winged chocolate bunny patting the smaller woman before pointing to truck 1. Maxwell is greeted warmly, but with a serious study and a slaute "Lt. Ripley at your service citizen. As for this, we are USHC and some cooperating prometheans and freelancers undertaking a salvage Op for the sake of breaking our dependance on corporate handouts."
There is a pause and some scrutiny of the lioness before Ripley laughs, a hand pressing to her many, if by local standards, modest breasts.
"Dio? Ah! We finally meet, all your reports have been written in such a bold and manly fashion that I expected a charming gent with a monocle! Welcome aboard, please assume rear guard and we will depart once all gear has been packed, this MASH will remain as a relay point for local patrols."
As a point of note, the first and largest truck in the formation rumbles loudly, as if someone just revved the engine. Decorated with medic gear and markings, the SAW that Hicks wields stowed over his back as he inventories and updates the new suplies being added and relays new counts to Lt. Ripley. When approached by the rodent he warmly jots the name down and gives him a tag for his gear before before directing him to truck 2.
Looks like things were pretty much ready to go.
Edel smiles happily at Ripley before moving off towards the first truck. "Good to see you!" It is less good to see Cookies, but she does not say anything regarding that. She just makes an extra check on her gear before climbing into the truck. Savi does get a wave before her tiny form vanishes into the truck.
A paw slips away from the rifle in Max's paws as Ripley returns his greeting, and even as the weapon pulls toward the ground without the bracing grip, his paw raises up in salute, just as memory told him he had been taught long ago. For a moment, he smiles to himself, a sliver of nostalgia returning to him as his mind dredged up the arguments his parents would have on the finer details, on exactly what the correct salute was... But soon, it disappears again, as he offers a response to the Lieutenant. "I'm Maxwell, good to meet you.", he says, taking barely a moment to glance about the convoy. "Hard Corps, huh? Voss's unit? Judging by what's being packed, you're heading out of town... As a civilian, I'm sure you're about to tell me to step back, but for the sake of curiosity, do you think you could do with another body and another gun arm? After all... You've got a good point when you say we need to become less dependant on Zephyr and RSX for supplies.""
Dio finds it hard to move properly with a cat girl attached to her side and lets out a little grimace under her breath. "My lady," she says, "I understand if you want protection or what have you, but you need not be so close in proximity. I'd appreciate a little bit of space if you don't mind." The lioness gently presses Cookies off her side before looking at Ripley. "Oh yes," she chuckles, rubbing a hand behind her head. "I'm still quite the gentleman, but I'm afraid I've befallen a sudden change over the gender fence. Such is life in the apocalypse, no? Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you. I shall take my position. Come along now, my lady." Dio gives Cookies a pat upon the shoulder and makes her way to take up position at the rear guard.
