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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br> Captain Cranston sighed. "Sure, we'll try talking to a group of creatures that's focus has been on tearing up whole city blocks without thinking to ask the civilians living there if they minded." She stated, looking at the group of them. |
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| + | Even McGregor had to wince at that. "So, they've been doing the whole Godzilla thing pretty hardcore. She says, sighing. "How bad is the damages thus far?" McGregor asked. | ||
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| + | "Bad. La Jolla, Pacific Beach, Mission Bay and Ocean Beach are all gone. Point Loma is a warzone, and Coronado is where the Navy is based, and currently pulling most of our bodies to help fight. I'm breaking orders saying this much. But you all seem honestly interested in helping. We were expecting you all to be trying to gouge us for supplies and equipment." Cranston states. "Plus, our warehouses are nearly drained of muntions. We need manufactory capability if we're to continue operating, but we can't find anyone who is capable of building what we need that lasts."<br> <br>"I might be able to make what you need," Edel says, rubbing her chin. "Though I'm not sure if I can make enough by myself to outfit an entire group. Might be a little stretched thin for that, but I'll do what I can, if you wish it," she offers, tail flicking.<br> <br>"Can't blame me for asking. And how do you define 'all gone'? In any case, I'm leaning towards supernatural origin now. Which means more could come at any time, and/or they're after something specific, I'd bet." Redd coughs. "I mean, I'm guessing they just showed up, with no warning." The coyote shrugs, shifting his weight about.<br> <br>Forkbomb realizes, perhaps a tad too late, that he forgot to bring very important things to this mission. "... Shit, I forgot to bring an absurd amount of Daft Punk and enough horrifyingly caffinated beverages to wire a brain to conduct a manned mission to mars." IMPORTANT THINGS. Nonetheless, his brain's still got a general idea on how to operate a crafting station. Maybe. "Alright, so. What do we got to make a manufactory out of, and what exactly do we need to produce? Bullets, grenades, guns, all of the above?"<br> <br>Sensuen listens to the local military discussing the dire situation, seems like most of their centers of organization, maybe manufacturing and/or command posts, were gone. She's going to need a map to figure out the proper strategic context of these attacks. But it's clear to her that this is a rather dire situation, one that she's not equipped to fight in at all. She does know a bit about crafting stuff, mostly with nanites, but not on the scale that they need.<br> <br>Razz Frowns, ears flicking as he listens. "any warning to them appearing ot jsut 'bam, attack?'" he asks, at last, shifting slightly and crossing his arms. "how many you seen?"<br> <br>Phosphorus slides quietly into the tent, having ridden in the other helicopter, where there was more room. Unfortunately, the added weight of a dragon caused it to rock something fierce, and left Phosphorus with a mild case of motion sickness. After waiting it out, she actually went to the tent to interact with the others, however she's a little bit late to the party. And a little behind on the planning stage. Just behind in general. This is an undesirable situation. She moves closer, quietly, aiming to fill in the blanks with context.<br> <br>Shirai crosses her arms, an ear flicking and armor clacking quietly against itself as the situation's laid out. "Munitions factory? I know a bit about setting up installations and production lines, but a lot of that was for microbio. Once we have a break I'll see what I can do on that front." She replies evenly. "Might just be some R&D time if we can't dig up the parts." She looks back to Edel for a moment, appraising the woman. "We don't need you to craft this stuff alone. Not what they asked. I'm thinking we'll want to set up large casts for traditional ammunition. Gunpowder might be a bit harder since we only have glassware, but that should be able to be separated out too. Still has a lot of manual labor but it'd make things easier on the group here once it's set up. I'd forget about High explosives for the time being. Much harder to make, unless you've got some huge supplies of the relevant chemicals. Which you might do, I suppose. Don't think lasers'd be the best way to take down the Kaiju short of blinding them, so I'd rule that out." | ||
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| + | Turning back to the captin, she clicks her tongue. "I'm assuming you're not at a loss for firerms here? Would make things more complicated if you needed a factory line for those. Bet you're missing industry as much as I do about now, eh?" She chuckles. | ||
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| + | Phosphorus's entrance doesn't go unnoticed; "Welcome back to the land of the living; good to have you with us again." she 'greets'.<br> <br>Angus shrugs his shoulders once as he picks back up his pack. "The way I see it this situation is simple. You and your grunts still owe me a pack of ciagrettes, and if I have to drop a few Kaiju to make it simplier then hey. Just means more fun for everyone right?" He smirks, the question was is he being serious or not as he crosses his arms over his chest.<br> <br> "I could offer you beach front property for dirt cheap prices, so long as you don't mind having a giant monster come up and tear through once a week." Cranston says. "When someone in the military says 'gone', usually they mean there ain't much left, if anything. Every bit of urbanization up to the I5 is gone. Just rubble or the like." She states, walking over to a mapboard set up, and pointing to the relvant section. | ||
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| + | McGregor looks over the map and whistles. "That's a LOT of space... any idea why they did it?" The RSX Pilot asked. | ||
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| + | "Fucked if I know. One day we were busy reorganizing after the Weapon finally let us regain our sanity, the next La Jolla was gone. So far, we've managd to positively ID 2 different creatures. Gave us the push to reorganize, if late. Thankfully, all we need is ammo production. We've a huge store of weapons and parts to work with, and while we know they won't last forever, especially with teh Weapon slowly eating away at most things, but we're burning through ammunition like it's candy at a weed convention." Cranston explains, sighing. "And once we knew they were around, and the Navy boys in the area were again thinking, we've been combing for any warnings we could get, but by the time we begain to work out the pre-approach signs, PAcific Beach was gone, and Mission Bay was next."<br> <br>"Well. I'll leave that kind of decision up to you. I'll help with whatever you want me to," Edel says, tucking her hands in her pockets after stifling a small yawn. "Making things, shooting things, I cam here to help either way." | ||
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Captain Cranston sighed. "Sure, we'll try talking to a group of creatures that's focus has been on tearing up whole city blocks without thinking to ask the civilians living there if they minded." She stated, looking at the group of them.
Even McGregor had to wince at that. "So, they've been doing the whole Godzilla thing pretty hardcore. She says, sighing. "How bad is the damages thus far?" McGregor asked.
"Bad. La Jolla, Pacific Beach, Mission Bay and Ocean Beach are all gone. Point Loma is a warzone, and Coronado is where the Navy is based, and currently pulling most of our bodies to help fight. I'm breaking orders saying this much. But you all seem honestly interested in helping. We were expecting you all to be trying to gouge us for supplies and equipment." Cranston states. "Plus, our warehouses are nearly drained of muntions. We need manufactory capability if we're to continue operating, but we can't find anyone who is capable of building what we need that lasts."
"I might be able to make what you need," Edel says, rubbing her chin. "Though I'm not sure if I can make enough by myself to outfit an entire group. Might be a little stretched thin for that, but I'll do what I can, if you wish it," she offers, tail flicking.
"Can't blame me for asking. And how do you define 'all gone'? In any case, I'm leaning towards supernatural origin now. Which means more could come at any time, and/or they're after something specific, I'd bet." Redd coughs. "I mean, I'm guessing they just showed up, with no warning." The coyote shrugs, shifting his weight about.
Forkbomb realizes, perhaps a tad too late, that he forgot to bring very important things to this mission. "... Shit, I forgot to bring an absurd amount of Daft Punk and enough horrifyingly caffinated beverages to wire a brain to conduct a manned mission to mars." IMPORTANT THINGS. Nonetheless, his brain's still got a general idea on how to operate a crafting station. Maybe. "Alright, so. What do we got to make a manufactory out of, and what exactly do we need to produce? Bullets, grenades, guns, all of the above?"
Sensuen listens to the local military discussing the dire situation, seems like most of their centers of organization, maybe manufacturing and/or command posts, were gone. She's going to need a map to figure out the proper strategic context of these attacks. But it's clear to her that this is a rather dire situation, one that she's not equipped to fight in at all. She does know a bit about crafting stuff, mostly with nanites, but not on the scale that they need.
Razz Frowns, ears flicking as he listens. "any warning to them appearing ot jsut 'bam, attack?'" he asks, at last, shifting slightly and crossing his arms. "how many you seen?"
Phosphorus slides quietly into the tent, having ridden in the other helicopter, where there was more room. Unfortunately, the added weight of a dragon caused it to rock something fierce, and left Phosphorus with a mild case of motion sickness. After waiting it out, she actually went to the tent to interact with the others, however she's a little bit late to the party. And a little behind on the planning stage. Just behind in general. This is an undesirable situation. She moves closer, quietly, aiming to fill in the blanks with context.
Shirai crosses her arms, an ear flicking and armor clacking quietly against itself as the situation's laid out. "Munitions factory? I know a bit about setting up installations and production lines, but a lot of that was for microbio. Once we have a break I'll see what I can do on that front." She replies evenly. "Might just be some R&D time if we can't dig up the parts." She looks back to Edel for a moment, appraising the woman. "We don't need you to craft this stuff alone. Not what they asked. I'm thinking we'll want to set up large casts for traditional ammunition. Gunpowder might be a bit harder since we only have glassware, but that should be able to be separated out too. Still has a lot of manual labor but it'd make things easier on the group here once it's set up. I'd forget about High explosives for the time being. Much harder to make, unless you've got some huge supplies of the relevant chemicals. Which you might do, I suppose. Don't think lasers'd be the best way to take down the Kaiju short of blinding them, so I'd rule that out."
Turning back to the captin, she clicks her tongue. "I'm assuming you're not at a loss for firerms here? Would make things more complicated if you needed a factory line for those. Bet you're missing industry as much as I do about now, eh?" She chuckles.
Phosphorus's entrance doesn't go unnoticed; "Welcome back to the land of the living; good to have you with us again." she 'greets'.
Angus shrugs his shoulders once as he picks back up his pack. "The way I see it this situation is simple. You and your grunts still owe me a pack of ciagrettes, and if I have to drop a few Kaiju to make it simplier then hey. Just means more fun for everyone right?" He smirks, the question was is he being serious or not as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"I could offer you beach front property for dirt cheap prices, so long as you don't mind having a giant monster come up and tear through once a week." Cranston says. "When someone in the military says 'gone', usually they mean there ain't much left, if anything. Every bit of urbanization up to the I5 is gone. Just rubble or the like." She states, walking over to a mapboard set up, and pointing to the relvant section.
McGregor looks over the map and whistles. "That's a LOT of space... any idea why they did it?" The RSX Pilot asked.
"Fucked if I know. One day we were busy reorganizing after the Weapon finally let us regain our sanity, the next La Jolla was gone. So far, we've managd to positively ID 2 different creatures. Gave us the push to reorganize, if late. Thankfully, all we need is ammo production. We've a huge store of weapons and parts to work with, and while we know they won't last forever, especially with teh Weapon slowly eating away at most things, but we're burning through ammunition like it's candy at a weed convention." Cranston explains, sighing. "And once we knew they were around, and the Navy boys in the area were again thinking, we've been combing for any warnings we could get, but by the time we begain to work out the pre-approach signs, PAcific Beach was gone, and Mission Bay was next."
"Well. I'll leave that kind of decision up to you. I'll help with whatever you want me to," Edel says, tucking her hands in her pockets after stifling a small yawn. "Making things, shooting things, I cam here to help either way."
