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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The thump-thump-thump of helicopter blades echo over the landing pad at the Zephyr building. The diplomat from the Promethean faction, a centaur named John Yutilzin, whom Angus recognize as a level-headed Prommie from the previous San Diego mission. The helicopter in question as it comes around the building and flares out as it seems to eyeball the landing pad and those below. Coming down and with the tires gently kissing the pad itself, the props not slowing down. The Co-Pilot door opens, and a cougar in a flightsuit and helmet jumps out, walking the couple of paces to the side door, and opens the latch, shoving it open. |
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| + | equal elcome to RSX Air! Where Military Issues are OUR Issues! Iclue your Co-Pilot, Captain Franklin Hernandize!el He calls out gesturing for those of more traditional human size to board. dedicate e need to load and dust off so the second helicopter can land and load the larger folks!el He yells over the thumping of the helicoptercock props spinning.<br> <br>Shirai paces over across the helipad, waiting at a safe distance before the co-pilot gives their greeting. "Roger." She replies, hustling over to the aircraft and hauling herself in, offering a hand out to pull the following group members in if need be. "THe sooner we leave, the sooner we're done here. Let's get this show on the road."<br> <br>Forkbomb starts to pace in concert with Shirai. He seemed to at least put on a flak jacket at the very least to this mission. Probably not enough to protect against what they were like to deal with, but hey. Shrapnel is also unpleasant and probably wouldn't be stopped by a hoodie. Even if it's a nice hoodie. The rather nerdy looking human covered his ears when the choppa-choppa of the helicopter came close. Time to go to San Diego. Home of the... San Diego treat? Wait, shit. That's Fransisco. He got on the helicopter going to a place known for reasons. Reasons he would quietly ask the wolf lady right next to him.<br> <br>Angus makes his way slowly across the helipad, hiding his nervousness behind a rather sharp smile as he wrestles with the duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. "What? Want the party to start all ready, we don't even have candles." He shouts as he hears Shirai, giving them a nod in greeting. He was ready, prepared for this, wearing his SWAT riot armor underneath his reinforced duster, a metal circuluar device strapped on the outside of his right wrist easily visible as he takes Shirai's hand to help himself up into the Helicopter, the hated, hated helicopter.<br> <br>Menil pads in on all fours, dressed in the hard interlocking plate armor she was wearing to the briefing. She still doesn't have any weapons, although she does have a large pack slung over her back, holding something massive. A couple of other packs is on her back, carrying some other things, mostly builder nanites and a few spare parts. She sits on her haunches while waiting to lift off, shifting a bit as she focuses on ignoring her heat again for the moment.<br> <br>Hard to say when she got there, but she's there. The canine woman standing near Angus and stifling a yawn as she watches the helicopter settle down. "Think you'll be okay flying this time?" Edel asks of the coyote with a little grin. "Don't want you to worry too much up there," she adds, climbing in behind him.<br> <br>Razz has been here a while-tho.. Confused the entire time.."I.. dont know what I'm doing here something about.. going somewhere else?" the wolf Sighs and rubs his head. He had a new addition, a Claymore strapped to his back,stioing that matched his size prefectly.. "SO.. Errr... am... I'm not gonna get told am I?.. And were..." he eyes the helecopter. "I'd personally prefer using my own wings...bah.." he grumbs and moves towards it, looking confused and worried.<br> <br>"Never been to San Diego. Should be fun." Another coyote wearing lighter armor and the sort of hat you'd expect from a stage magician. "Pft, if you want to fly yourself, I'd worry about exhaustion. You won't get a mile outside the bubble." Redd chuckles, not too unfamiliar to most present. Done with comments for now, he climbs aboard. "I've got a blindfold somewhere here, if it'd make you feel better, Angus. Not like someone's gonna try to shoot us down. Hopefully."<br> <br>Sensuen covers her ears with her tentacles as the chopper comes in so she can use her hands to board it with a little bit of difficulty. Sen didn't forget armor and a bag, she wears a green duffel bag with her supplies in it and wears a suit of kevlar armor mainly focused on the chest with some ceramic inserts that she's not too used to yet. On her hip, she has her laser pistol, all finished with that revolver design she thought up yesterday in a leather holster. Thusly equipped, she boards the chopper for san diego, hopefully to negotiate something with the people there.<br> <br>As the human-sized occupants board the UH-60 Blackhawk, the cougar grins, and closes the hatch, before jumping into his seat again. Angus and Edel would readily recognize the braided blond hair sticking out from under the flight helmet of the woman sitting in the pilotcock seat. Of course, mounted behind both the pilot and co-pilotcock seat are a weapons (An MP5 behind the Pilot and an M4 behind the Co-Pilot), seems the Agents werencockpit the only ones going ready for a fight just in case. | ||
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| + | enjoying eadsets on folks!el The woman says, looking back a moment and grinning. deals ey blessings ote! You still thinkincentral bid out my chainmail?el The pilot asks, grinning. The name patch visible on her breast read below cGregorchannel As she turned back to focus on lifting the helicopter off the pad so that the much larger CH-47 came around the Zephyr building, waiting itcock turn to land. | ||
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| + | env his is your Co-Pilot speaking. 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. For those of you rejoining us for this second official flight to San Diego, you are now all eligible for the RSX Frequent Crazy Flier Miles Card. We do not actually HAVE cards to give out, so youclubhouse l have to track this shit yourself.el The Cougar says, grinning as he does his work. With the smallest of lurches, the Blackhawk takes to the sky, and leaves the pad clear for the Chinook to land. | ||
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| + | The Centaur quietly boards in belly of it, quickly settling down roughly in the center of the interior. Of course, the flight crew for the Chinook, having been informed of bringing a feral dragon along, had a harness that they pulled out. dedicate e need you to stand up on all four legs please!el Yelled one of the workers, and if Menil complied, they rigged something one would almost expect to be seen used to lift a beached aquatic animal under her, clipping the set up so that her wings would hopefully not get snagged. The Chinook lifted a bit, and the heavy duty hook was clamped into place underneath. | ||
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The thump-thump-thump of helicopter blades echo over the landing pad at the Zephyr building. The diplomat from the Promethean faction, a centaur named John Yutilzin, whom Angus recognize as a level-headed Prommie from the previous San Diego mission. The helicopter in question as it comes around the building and flares out as it seems to eyeball the landing pad and those below. Coming down and with the tires gently kissing the pad itself, the props not slowing down. The Co-Pilot door opens, and a cougar in a flightsuit and helmet jumps out, walking the couple of paces to the side door, and opens the latch, shoving it open.
equal elcome to RSX Air! Where Military Issues are OUR Issues! Iclue your Co-Pilot, Captain Franklin Hernandize!el He calls out gesturing for those of more traditional human size to board. dedicate e need to load and dust off so the second helicopter can land and load the larger folks!el He yells over the thumping of the helicoptercock props spinning.
Shirai paces over across the helipad, waiting at a safe distance before the co-pilot gives their greeting. "Roger." She replies, hustling over to the aircraft and hauling herself in, offering a hand out to pull the following group members in if need be. "THe sooner we leave, the sooner we're done here. Let's get this show on the road."
Forkbomb starts to pace in concert with Shirai. He seemed to at least put on a flak jacket at the very least to this mission. Probably not enough to protect against what they were like to deal with, but hey. Shrapnel is also unpleasant and probably wouldn't be stopped by a hoodie. Even if it's a nice hoodie. The rather nerdy looking human covered his ears when the choppa-choppa of the helicopter came close. Time to go to San Diego. Home of the... San Diego treat? Wait, shit. That's Fransisco. He got on the helicopter going to a place known for reasons. Reasons he would quietly ask the wolf lady right next to him.
Angus makes his way slowly across the helipad, hiding his nervousness behind a rather sharp smile as he wrestles with the duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. "What? Want the party to start all ready, we don't even have candles." He shouts as he hears Shirai, giving them a nod in greeting. He was ready, prepared for this, wearing his SWAT riot armor underneath his reinforced duster, a metal circuluar device strapped on the outside of his right wrist easily visible as he takes Shirai's hand to help himself up into the Helicopter, the hated, hated helicopter.
Menil pads in on all fours, dressed in the hard interlocking plate armor she was wearing to the briefing. She still doesn't have any weapons, although she does have a large pack slung over her back, holding something massive. A couple of other packs is on her back, carrying some other things, mostly builder nanites and a few spare parts. She sits on her haunches while waiting to lift off, shifting a bit as she focuses on ignoring her heat again for the moment.
Hard to say when she got there, but she's there. The canine woman standing near Angus and stifling a yawn as she watches the helicopter settle down. "Think you'll be okay flying this time?" Edel asks of the coyote with a little grin. "Don't want you to worry too much up there," she adds, climbing in behind him.
Razz has been here a while-tho.. Confused the entire time.."I.. dont know what I'm doing here something about.. going somewhere else?" the wolf Sighs and rubs his head. He had a new addition, a Claymore strapped to his back,stioing that matched his size prefectly.. "SO.. Errr... am... I'm not gonna get told am I?.. And were..." he eyes the helecopter. "I'd personally prefer using my own wings...bah.." he grumbs and moves towards it, looking confused and worried.
"Never been to San Diego. Should be fun." Another coyote wearing lighter armor and the sort of hat you'd expect from a stage magician. "Pft, if you want to fly yourself, I'd worry about exhaustion. You won't get a mile outside the bubble." Redd chuckles, not too unfamiliar to most present. Done with comments for now, he climbs aboard. "I've got a blindfold somewhere here, if it'd make you feel better, Angus. Not like someone's gonna try to shoot us down. Hopefully."
Sensuen covers her ears with her tentacles as the chopper comes in so she can use her hands to board it with a little bit of difficulty. Sen didn't forget armor and a bag, she wears a green duffel bag with her supplies in it and wears a suit of kevlar armor mainly focused on the chest with some ceramic inserts that she's not too used to yet. On her hip, she has her laser pistol, all finished with that revolver design she thought up yesterday in a leather holster. Thusly equipped, she boards the chopper for san diego, hopefully to negotiate something with the people there.
As the human-sized occupants board the UH-60 Blackhawk, the cougar grins, and closes the hatch, before jumping into his seat again. Angus and Edel would readily recognize the braided blond hair sticking out from under the flight helmet of the woman sitting in the pilotcock seat. Of course, mounted behind both the pilot and co-pilotcock seat are a weapons (An MP5 behind the Pilot and an M4 behind the Co-Pilot), seems the Agents werencockpit the only ones going ready for a fight just in case.
enjoying eadsets on folks!el The woman says, looking back a moment and grinning. deals ey blessings ote! You still thinkincentral bid out my chainmail?el The pilot asks, grinning. The name patch visible on her breast read below cGregorchannel As she turned back to focus on lifting the helicopter off the pad so that the much larger CH-47 came around the Zephyr building, waiting itcock turn to land.
env his is your Co-Pilot speaking. 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. For those of you rejoining us for this second official flight to San Diego, you are now all eligible for the RSX Frequent Crazy Flier Miles Card. We do not actually HAVE cards to give out, so youclubhouse l have to track this shit yourself.el The Cougar says, grinning as he does his work. With the smallest of lurches, the Blackhawk takes to the sky, and leaves the pad clear for the Chinook to land.
The Centaur quietly boards in belly of it, quickly settling down roughly in the center of the interior. Of course, the flight crew for the Chinook, having been informed of bringing a feral dragon along, had a harness that they pulled out. dedicate e need you to stand up on all four legs please!el Yelled one of the workers, and if Menil complied, they rigged something one would almost expect to be seen used to lift a beached aquatic animal under her, clipping the set up so that her wings would hopefully not get snagged. The Chinook lifted a bit, and the heavy duty hook was clamped into place underneath.
