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−	<div></div><br> <br>As those who managed to hurry in arrive, one of those at the table looks up after glancing at her watch wondering if they were going to get any help from the various agents running around.  Spotting those arriving, she heaves a sigh of relief and nudges the cougar next to her and points to those arriving.  Walking over, her companion in tow, had she deemed to wear a breastplate, a scale mail skirt and hold a large two handed sword, instead of hte flight suit she did, she'd have been picture perfect for the image of a Valkyrie.  Stopping in front of the group approaching, she nods.  "Captain John McGregor, RSX Air Fleet.  This is my co-pilot Captain Franklin Hernandize.  I take it you are all the ones who got the green-light for taking part?"<br> <br>Locke:nodded vigorously, pulling her firearm into view. Highly modern in appearance with a pump-action firing mechanism, it looked more than capable of blowing away the femme's opposition. The girl herself, rather Human in form, was nonetheless tainted by nanites, her arms and legs matted with fur from the elbows and knees down, respectivvely. "Yes, mam! Locke, reporting and ready for duty!" She shouted excitedly.<br> <br>The six foot five nanite adept dips his head in acknowledgment, and rests his hand on the hilt of the large ebony blade strapped to his hip. Rev had for the moment ditched his larger bulky equine form. For that of a nephilim. That along with his combat uniform gives him a sort if heavenly mercenary look. "Well lets get this show on the road."<br> <br>Edel shuffles along, not in much of an armour, instead having decided to dress herself in a dark crimson silk dress, complete with white frilled trim. Quite regal. She was certainly not wanting for weapons, though, with the large sword strapped to her back over her black cloak, and the 'smaller' sword strapped to her back hip. And whatever else she was hiding under that dress. "I do so enjoy going out of bubble," she remarks as she shuffles forward, a grin plastered on the wolf's muzzle.<br> <br>To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. a big-ass dragon. Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.<br> <br>To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. an angel? Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.<br> <br>Hearing of something that might actually be fun, and a chance to finally go out of the bubble once more Angus nearly jumpbs at the chance! He hoped he wasn't late as he tugs on the rest of his gear, butting back up his pea-coat as he skids into the room, trying hard not to slide into the nearest wall as he checks the strap of his Tesla rifle, revolver in place, tomahawk in its sheath as he gives a smile! "Hellllllooooooo there everyone, we all here for the picnic or am I in the wrong place again?" He asks, eyeing up the pilot as he whistles at their sword. Holding his tongue for now.<br> <br>Watching the area around the arrival point with cautious eyes, the reclusive plant double checks her gear. Never one to be trusting, she eyes the RSX agent slowly, but says nothing. pointedly ignoring her comments regarding being 'allowed' to join the mission. Her masked visage taking in the group in full detail, Saviante nods slightly to Angus, then waits for the details of this mission.<br> <br>Locke seemed slightly irritated by Laurie's snickering while she saluted, frowning at the edge of her lips but otherwise keeping herself rather pumped-up. Turning to the Wolfish girl in frilly clothes, she grinned. "You enjoy trips O-O-B? I've never been outside the thing, myself! Is it fun? Is there lots of stuff out there? Is it valuable?" She said in an excited tone. "Oh, by the way, I love your dress! I like a more rugged look, but that's very cute. Does it have hidden compartments for grenades and stuff?" Even after continuing her endless assault of questions, she still yammered on and on, seemingly about any little thing that caught her attention.<br> <br>Nodding, McGregor looks over the lot.  "If you're here for the scavanger mission in San Deigo, you're in the right place.  Need to have an idea of what the lot of you can do so we can stuff you in the right birds.  The Zephyr helo is for the science-types since we're quite likely to be dealing with new forms down there.  San Diego was massive bubble hit on P-Day.  The Chinook's will be holding most of the mechanics and engineers who can figure out how much hardware we find is usable and what parts aren't.  The fighting folks are going to be stuffed around where we can squeeze 'em."  She says, ignoring the whistle.  "We're chalks off in 20 minutes, so ya'll got time to make sure you're ready.  Weather report shows clear skies the whole way down."<br> <br>Angus whistles as he looks over Mcgregor again, nodding to Saviante in greeting as he points at Mcgregor. "You packing or just happy to see us?" He teases, giving a wink before he takes a step up and chuckles. "Angus, I'm a biotech engineer with combat experience against the ferals. Also, I've been told I have some....skill with explosives, at least that's what I think people tell me half the time." He flash a smile, patting his chest to make sure he remember to bring his handcanon just in case.<br> <br>Savi looks over the options for a moment, knowing she would fit on any of the craft. After taking a few moments to run through options, she grabs her pack and shuffles to the engineering chopper. "I'm best put here." she says in her whisper soft voice. Setting her combat gear down amidst the engineers and squeezes into a seat. The mocery of a face carved into her helmet's mask providing a black stare into the eyes of those already loaded, dissuading any conversation regarding her choice of transport.	+	<div></div><br> <br>As those who managed to hurry in arrive, one of those at the table looks up after glancing at her watch wondering if they were going to get any help from the various agents running around.  Spotting those arriving, she heaves a sigh of relief and nudges the cougar next to her and points to those arriving.  Walking over, her companion in tow, had she deemed to wear a breastplate, a scale mail skirt and hold a large two handed sword, instead of hte flight suit she did, she'd have been picture perfect for the image of a Valkyrie.  Stopping in front of the group approaching, she nods.  "Captain John McGregor, RSX Air Fleet.  This is my co-pilot Captain Franklin Hernandize.  I take it you are all the ones who got the green-light for taking part?"<br> <br>Locke:nodded vigorously, pulling her firearm into view. Highly modern in appearance with a pump-action firing mechanism, it looked more than capable of blowing away the femme's opposition. The girl herself, rather Human in form, was nonetheless tainted by nanites, her arms and legs matted with fur from the elbows and knees down, respectivvely. "Yes, mam! Locke, reporting and ready for duty!" She shouted excitedly.<br> <br>The six foot five nanite adept dips his head in acknowledgment, and rests his hand on the hilt of the large ebony blade strapped to his hip. Rev had for the moment ditched his larger bulky equine form. For that of a nephilim. That along with his combat uniform gives him a sort if heavenly mercenary look. "Well lets get this show on the road."<br> <br>Edel shuffles along, not in much of an armour, instead having decided to dress herself in a dark crimson silk dress, complete with white frilled trim. Quite regal. She was certainly not wanting for weapons, though, with the large sword strapped to her back over her black cloak, and the 'smaller' sword strapped to her back hip. And whatever else she was hiding under that dress. "I do so enjoy going out of bubble," she remarks as she shuffles forward, a grin plastered on the wolf's muzzle.<br> <br>To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. a big-ass dragon. Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.<br> <br>To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. an angel? Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.<br> <br>Hearing of something that might actually be fun, and a chance to finally go out of the bubble once more Angus nearly jumpbs at the chance! He hoped he wasn't late as he tugs on the rest of his gear, butting back up his pea-coat as he skids into the room, trying hard not to slide into the nearest wall as he checks the strap of his Tesla rifle, revolver in place, tomahawk in its sheath as he gives a smile! "Hellllllooooooo there everyone, we all here for the picnic or am I in the wrong place again?" He asks, eyeing up the pilot as he whistles at their sword. Holding his tongue for now.<br> <br>Watching the area around the arrival point with cautious eyes, the reclusive plant double checks her gear. Never one to be trusting, she eyes the RSX agent slowly, but says nothing. pointedly ignoring her comments regarding being 'allowed' to join the mission. Her masked visage taking in the group in full detail, Saviante nods slightly to Angus, then waits for the details of this mission.<br> <br>Locke seemed slightly irritated by Laurie's snickering while she saluted, frowning at the edge of her lips but otherwise keeping herself rather pumped-up. Turning to the Wolfish girl in frilly clothes, she grinned. "You enjoy trips O-O-B? I've never been outside the thing, myself! Is it fun? Is there lots of stuff out there? Is it valuable?" She said in an excited tone. "Oh, by the way, I love your dress! I like a more rugged look, but that's very cute. Does it have hidden compartments for grenades and stuff?" Even after continuing her endless assault of questions, she still yammered on and on, seemingly about any little thing that caught her attention.<br> <br>Nodding, McGregor looks over the lot.  "If you're here for the scavanger mission in San Deigo, you're in the right place.  Need to have an idea of what the lot of you can do so we can stuff you in the right birds.  The Zephyr helo is for the science-types since we're quite likely to be dealing with new forms down there.  San Diego was massive bubble hit on P-Day.  The Chinook's will be holding most of the mechanics and engineers who can figure out how much hardware we find is usable and what parts aren't.  The fighting folks are going to be stuffed around where we can squeeze 'em."  She says, ignoring the whistle.  "We're chalks off in 20 minutes, so ya'll got time to make sure you're ready.  Weather report shows clear skies the whole way down."<br> <br>Angus whistles as he looks over Mcgregor again, nodding to Saviante in greeting as he points at Mcgregor. "You packing or just happy to see us?" He teases, giving a wink before he takes a step up and chuckles. "Angus, I'm a biotech engineer with combat experience against the ferals. Also, I've been told I have some....skill with explosives, at least that's what I think people tell me half the time." He flash a smile, patting his chest to make sure he remember to bring his handcanon just in case.<br> <br>Savi looks over the options for a moment, knowing she would fit on any of the craft. After taking a few moments to run through options, she grabs her pack and shuffles to the engineering chopper. "I'm best put here." she says in her whisper soft voice. Setting her combat gear down amidst the engineers and squeezes into a seat. The mocery of a face carved into her helmet's mask providing a black stare into the eyes of those already loaded, dissuading any conversation regarding her choice of transport.<br> <br>Edel gives a polite nod to Angus. "Hey there! Glad to see that I'll have a familiar face going along with me today. And Savi, too! That'll help. I'm not usually fond of working with strangers," she says with a little grin, propping her arm up on the hilt of her sword. "So, I'm ready to go whenever. Brought everything I need with me," she says, patting her duffle as she moves towards the vehicle.<br> <br>Laurie doesn't hesitate to move in front of the others: leaping forwards and snagging the seat in the very back, stretching out his legs to ensure no one else would dare try and plop down beside him. Tch. Licking a paw pad, the noraneko begins to groom, dragging his palm across his ears and throat, smoothing out the unruly ruffles here and there.<br> <br>Locke raises her hand curiously, as if she were in a classroom. "Hey! Excuse me? What about me? I apologize for sounding ignorant, but I don't have any real skills in the sciences, nor building... And I'm a bit inexperienced in combat." She seemed to droop. "My only real skills are running, climbing and generally moving... Oh, and keeping myself alive in the bush, I guess?" She said, growling lightly in thought. "So... Got any jobs for us meat-heads?" She asked, leaning in towards the Valkyrie pilot(?). "I'll do anything I can, really. So... Is there a position I can take?"<br> <br>Rev thoughtfully searches his chin for a moment, and is just about to stepforward, and give his own introduction. When he suddenly stops having decided to make one change before joining the others who are ready. The Nephilims body is suddenly surrounded by violet shadows shadows. That overwhelm, and hide his form.  A dark mirage briefly huddles. Where the nephilim had once stood. Almost like a budding flower. Before blooming outwards. Leaving a short Dusk Dragon in the nephilims place. Who quickly steps forward quickly adjusting several straps on his outfit so that while it doesn't fit him perfectly the clothing wouldn't hinder his movement."Names Rev, and I guess I would be.....combat personnel for this mission. I am ready to head out when you all are."<br> <br>"Angus, Blackhawk.  Locke, you'll be in teh Zephyr bird as combat.  Rev, Chinook.  Find the emptier one and settle in. Miss Wolfess, I ain't sure where to stick you yet." McGregor says, pointing to the various craft.  "Settle in."  She states, turning around and walking back to the table, which appears to be finalizing whatever it was discussing.  The cougar just chuckles, and looks at Edel.  "Got enough weapons to make me think combat, so to save you some breath, you'll join me and John in teh Blackhawk.  Let's get ourselves set up."<br> <br>Locke nodded silently, then rose, righting her navy blue tank top before running full-sprint to the assigned helicopter, leaping in to lands on her rear. "Let's go!" She shouted impatiently, sitting her firearm on her lap, atop black cargo pants lined with zippered-up pockets. Her tail curled up and around a leg.<br> <br>Edel chuckles softly and moves off towards the blackhawk with a nod. "Works for me. I'm whatever is needed. Engineer, scientist, and swordsman extraordinaire! I'm a one woman army, truly! But this works for me," she says, settling in with Angus.<br> <br>Angus blinks a bit, nodding as he looks to Edel and sticks out his tongue. "Nice to see you again Edel." He comments before he goes walking off towards the Blackhawk, humming to himself as he just casually walks over to the Blackhawk as he nibbles on a dog biscuit.<br> <br>Rev nods his head, and adjusts his blade so that it is no strapped sideways across his back just above his good. Just before scurrying over to the Chinook helicopters in search of the emptiest helicopter, and upon finding it he climbs in to the helicopter, and settles in to the nearest seat.<br> <br>Savi patiently crosses both sets of arms and waits, wondering exactly what they are getting into. Shifting softly in her seat she watches the others go to their respective choppers in silence.<br> <br>Franklin slides into the co-pilot's seat of the Blackhawk, already powering on the systems and seems to pause a moment as the helicopter comes to life in a purely mechanical sense of the phrase.  Shaking himself out of his revery, he continues working, the helicopter props starting to spin up to speed.  The rest of the pilots have gathered the materials on the table, and dashed to their respective helicopters, McGregor climbing into the pilot's seat of hte Blackhawk.
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		+	"This is your co-pilot speaking, please make sure you are wearing a headset, it is set to the general channel for hte duration of this flight.  There will be no in-flight movie, nor are there trays or served meals on this flight.  Do not worry about how you're seat is set, there is no means to adjust them.  Thank you for flying RSX Air, where military issues, are OUR issues."  Franklin says, grinning as he looks to the troop compartment.  McGregor however just chuckles at teh cougar, and continues the pre-flight launch.
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		+	"Zephyr Control, Zephyr Control, this is Vulture 1, San Diego Expedition Team is ready for launch."  She says, watching teh centaur with two light rods in his hands step in front, but some distance away.  For those looking around, they'd see similiar things happening, though teh one's holding the wands might not all be the same form.  At this point the garden area is washed in the rotor wash of the helicopters.  "Roger that Zephyr Control, clearance is confirmed.  Here's hoping we bring back good stuff."  And with that, the helicopter's were guided off the ground and into the air, turning to fly south towards their destination.<br> <br>Locke grinned, then spun about in her chair to grab up a headset. Placing it over her head, she suddenly noticed it didn't quite fit right, due to her canine ears... Looking about, however, she quickly discovered a great number of different models, including a set with oddly angled muffs. Palcing these over her ears, she nodded in approval. "Zephyr really does get the best stuff!" She said with a laugh. Locke could hardly wait to see how things would pan out. Looking out a window, she watched the road lift away from them. "Coooooool~!"<br> <br>Taking the handset in one set of hands, Saviante turns it over for a few moments before just simply taking it apart. After examining the inner workings for a few moments, she drops the handful of equipment onto the deck of the chopper before reaching up to the side of her helmet and making a few adjustments. Speaking into her helmets com system she notes "Systems synched."  Turning her head slightly to garner a better view of the passing land, the psychotic flower continues to wait patiently.<br> <br>Edel has her own inflight snack, producing a candybar from her bag, which she nibbles on as she tries to fix the headset on her altered lupine head. "So, how're you doing, Angus?" She seems rather unbothered by... Well, just about everything! "Well, I hope?"<br> <br>Angus crunches the dog biscuit rather quickly as he starts chewing on the inside of his cheek as he picks up the helmet and taps the mike. "f-fine....just not a fan of the flying express, never enjoyed a ride that didn't involve snacks." He mutters as he clenches his hands in his lap.<br> <br>Rev slips on a pair of head phones as instructured. Before looking out of the helicopter at the land beneath them. Less for the sights than it is for in the off chance that he, and the others may have to hoof it back. The rather short dragon digs a small bag of dried meat out of one of the pouches on his hips, and begins to snack on it. While listening for any instructions that may be given.

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Revision as of 02:25, 24 April 2014

Participants

• Angus
• Buzamu
• Edel
• Laurie
• Locke
• Rev
• Saviante

Date

23/4/2014

Log

As those who managed to hurry in arrive, one of those at the table looks up after glancing at her watch wondering if they were going to get any help from the various agents running around. Spotting those arriving, she heaves a sigh of relief and nudges the cougar next to her and points to those arriving. Walking over, her companion in tow, had she deemed to wear a breastplate, a scale mail skirt and hold a large two handed sword, instead of hte flight suit she did, she'd have been picture perfect for the image of a Valkyrie. Stopping in front of the group approaching, she nods. "Captain John McGregor, RSX Air Fleet. This is my co-pilot Captain Franklin Hernandize. I take it you are all the ones who got the green-light for taking part?"

Locke:nodded vigorously, pulling her firearm into view. Highly modern in appearance with a pump-action firing mechanism, it looked more than capable of blowing away the femme's opposition. The girl herself, rather Human in form, was nonetheless tainted by nanites, her arms and legs matted with fur from the elbows and knees down, respectivvely. "Yes, mam! Locke, reporting and ready for duty!" She shouted excitedly.

The six foot five nanite adept dips his head in acknowledgment, and rests his hand on the hilt of the large ebony blade strapped to his hip. Rev had for the moment ditched his larger bulky equine form. For that of a nephilim. That along with his combat uniform gives him a sort if heavenly mercenary look. "Well lets get this show on the road."

Edel shuffles along, not in much of an armour, instead having decided to dress herself in a dark crimson silk dress, complete with white frilled trim. Quite regal. She was certainly not wanting for weapons, though, with the large sword strapped to her back over her black cloak, and the 'smaller' sword strapped to her back hip. And whatever else she was hiding under that dress. "I do so enjoy going out of bubble," she remarks as she shuffles forward, a grin plastered on the wolf's muzzle.

To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. a big-ass dragon. Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.

To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. an angel? Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered.

Hearing of something that might actually be fun, and a chance to finally go out of the bubble once more Angus nearly jumpbs at the chance! He hoped he wasn't late as he tugs on the rest of his gear, butting back up his pea-coat as he skids into the room, trying hard not to slide into the nearest wall as he checks the strap of his Tesla rifle, revolver in place, tomahawk in its sheath as he gives a smile! "Hellllllooooooo there everyone, we all here for the picnic or am I in the wrong place again?" He asks, eyeing up the pilot as he whistles at their sword. Holding his tongue for now.

Watching the area around the arrival point with cautious eyes, the reclusive plant double checks her gear. Never one to be trusting, she eyes the RSX agent slowly, but says nothing. pointedly ignoring her comments regarding being 'allowed' to join the mission. Her masked visage taking in the group in full detail, Saviante nods slightly to Angus, then waits for the details of this mission.

Locke seemed slightly irritated by Laurie's snickering while she saluted, frowning at the edge of her lips but otherwise keeping herself rather pumped-up. Turning to the Wolfish girl in frilly clothes, she grinned. "You enjoy trips O-O-B? I've never been outside the thing, myself! Is it fun? Is there lots of stuff out there? Is it valuable?" She said in an excited tone. "Oh, by the way, I love your dress! I like a more rugged look, but that's very cute. Does it have hidden compartments for grenades and stuff?" Even after continuing her endless assault of questions, she still yammered on and on, seemingly about any little thing that caught her attention.

Nodding, McGregor looks over the lot. "If you're here for the scavanger mission in San Deigo, you're in the right place. Need to have an idea of what the lot of you can do so we can stuff you in the right birds. The Zephyr helo is for the science-types since we're quite likely to be dealing with new forms down there. San Diego was massive bubble hit on P-Day. The Chinook's will be holding most of the mechanics and engineers who can figure out how much hardware we find is usable and what parts aren't. The fighting folks are going to be stuffed around where we can squeeze 'em." She says, ignoring the whistle. "We're chalks off in 20 minutes, so ya'll got time to make sure you're ready. Weather report shows clear skies the whole way down."

Angus whistles as he looks over Mcgregor again, nodding to Saviante in greeting as he points at Mcgregor. "You packing or just happy to see us?" He teases, giving a wink before he takes a step up and chuckles. "Angus, I'm a biotech engineer with combat experience against the ferals. Also, I've been told I have some....skill with explosives, at least that's what I think people tell me half the time." He flash a smile, patting his chest to make sure he remember to bring his handcanon just in case.

Savi looks over the options for a moment, knowing she would fit on any of the craft. After taking a few moments to run through options, she grabs her pack and shuffles to the engineering chopper. "I'm best put here." she says in her whisper soft voice. Setting her combat gear down amidst the engineers and squeezes into a seat. The mocery of a face carved into her helmet's mask providing a black stare into the eyes of those already loaded, dissuading any conversation regarding her choice of transport.

Edel gives a polite nod to Angus. "Hey there! Glad to see that I'll have a familiar face going along with me today. And Savi, too! That'll help. I'm not usually fond of working with strangers," she says with a little grin, propping her arm up on the hilt of her sword. "So, I'm ready to go whenever. Brought everything I need with me," she says, patting her duffle as she moves towards the vehicle.

Laurie doesn't hesitate to move in front of the others: leaping forwards and snagging the seat in the very back, stretching out his legs to ensure no one else would dare try and plop down beside him. Tch. Licking a paw pad, the noraneko begins to groom, dragging his palm across his ears and throat, smoothing out the unruly ruffles here and there.

Locke raises her hand curiously, as if she were in a classroom. "Hey! Excuse me? What about me? I apologize for sounding ignorant, but I don't have any real skills in the sciences, nor building... And I'm a bit inexperienced in combat." She seemed to droop. "My only real skills are running, climbing and generally moving... Oh, and keeping myself alive in the bush, I guess?" She said, growling lightly in thought. "So... Got any jobs for us meat-heads?" She asked, leaning in towards the Valkyrie pilot(?). "I'll do anything I can, really. So... Is there a position I can take?"

Rev thoughtfully searches his chin for a moment, and is just about to stepforward, and give his own introduction. When he suddenly stops having decided to make one change before joining the others who are ready. The Nephilims body is suddenly surrounded by violet shadows shadows. That overwhelm, and hide his form. A dark mirage briefly huddles. Where the nephilim had once stood. Almost like a budding flower. Before blooming outwards. Leaving a short Dusk Dragon in the nephilims place. Who quickly steps forward quickly adjusting several straps on his outfit so that while it doesn't fit him perfectly the clothing wouldn't hinder his movement."Names Rev, and I guess I would be.....combat personnel for this mission. I am ready to head out when you all are."

"Angus, Blackhawk. Locke, you'll be in teh Zephyr bird as combat. Rev, Chinook. Find the emptier one and settle in. Miss Wolfess, I ain't sure where to stick you yet." McGregor says, pointing to the various craft. "Settle in." She states, turning around and walking back to the table, which appears to be finalizing whatever it was discussing. The cougar just chuckles, and looks at Edel. "Got enough weapons to make me think combat, so to save you some breath, you'll join me and John in teh Blackhawk. Let's get ourselves set up."

Locke nodded silently, then rose, righting her navy blue tank top before running full-sprint to the assigned helicopter, leaping in to lands on her rear. "Let's go!" She shouted impatiently, sitting her firearm on her lap, atop black cargo pants lined with zippered-up pockets. Her tail curled up and around a leg.

Edel chuckles softly and moves off towards the blackhawk with a nod. "Works for me. I'm whatever is needed. Engineer, scientist, and swordsman extraordinaire! I'm a one woman army, truly! But this works for me," she says, settling in with Angus.

Angus blinks a bit, nodding as he looks to Edel and sticks out his tongue. "Nice to see you again Edel." He comments before he goes walking off towards the Blackhawk, humming to himself as he just casually walks over to the Blackhawk as he nibbles on a dog biscuit.

Rev nods his head, and adjusts his blade so that it is no strapped sideways across his back just above his good. Just before scurrying over to the Chinook helicopters in search of the emptiest helicopter, and upon finding it he climbs in to the helicopter, and settles in to the nearest seat.

Savi patiently crosses both sets of arms and waits, wondering exactly what they are getting into. Shifting softly in her seat she watches the others go to their respective choppers in silence.

Franklin slides into the co-pilot's seat of the Blackhawk, already powering on the systems and seems to pause a moment as the helicopter comes to life in a purely mechanical sense of the phrase. Shaking himself out of his revery, he continues working, the helicopter props starting to spin up to speed. The rest of the pilots have gathered the materials on the table, and dashed to their respective helicopters, McGregor climbing into the pilot's seat of hte Blackhawk.

"This is your co-pilot speaking, please make sure you are wearing a headset, it is set to the general channel for hte duration of this flight. There will be no in-flight movie, nor are there trays or served meals on this flight. Do not worry about how you're seat is set, there is no means to adjust them. Thank you for flying RSX Air, where military issues, are OUR issues." Franklin says, grinning as he looks to the troop compartment. McGregor however just chuckles at teh cougar, and continues the pre-flight launch.

"Zephyr Control, Zephyr Control, this is Vulture 1, San Diego Expedition Team is ready for launch." She says, watching teh centaur with two light rods in his hands step in front, but some distance away. For those looking around, they'd see similiar things happening, though teh one's holding the wands might not all be the same form. At this point the garden area is washed in the rotor wash of the helicopters. "Roger that Zephyr Control, clearance is confirmed. Here's hoping we bring back good stuff." And with that, the helicopter's were guided off the ground and into the air, turning to fly south towards their destination.

Locke grinned, then spun about in her chair to grab up a headset. Placing it over her head, she suddenly noticed it didn't quite fit right, due to her canine ears... Looking about, however, she quickly discovered a great number of different models, including a set with oddly angled muffs. Palcing these over her ears, she nodded in approval. "Zephyr really does get the best stuff!" She said with a laugh. Locke could hardly wait to see how things would pan out. Looking out a window, she watched the road lift away from them. "Coooooool~!"

Taking the handset in one set of hands, Saviante turns it over for a few moments before just simply taking it apart. After examining the inner workings for a few moments, she drops the handful of equipment onto the deck of the chopper before reaching up to the side of her helmet and making a few adjustments. Speaking into her helmets com system she notes "Systems synched." Turning her head slightly to garner a better view of the passing land, the psychotic flower continues to wait patiently.

Edel has her own inflight snack, producing a candybar from her bag, which she nibbles on as she tries to fix the headset on her altered lupine head. "So, how're you doing, Angus?" She seems rather unbothered by... Well, just about everything! "Well, I hope?"

Angus crunches the dog biscuit rather quickly as he starts chewing on the inside of his cheek as he picks up the helmet and taps the mike. "f-fine....just not a fan of the flying express, never enjoyed a ride that didn't involve snacks." He mutters as he clenches his hands in his lap.

Rev slips on a pair of head phones as instructured. Before looking out of the helicopter at the land beneath them. Less for the sights than it is for in the off chance that he, and the others may have to hoof it back. The rather short dragon digs a small bag of dried meat out of one of the pouches on his hips, and begins to snack on it. While listening for any instructions that may be given.