San Diego Act I.A - Scavanging Troubles - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
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.
