San Diego Act II.B - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG
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Date
13/2/2016
Log
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.
With a short, dry laugh, Shirai replies to the coyote as she's pulling him into the chopper. "If this was a party you wouldn't have to bring a shield. What do you think's in those candles? Because I can tell you the pipe bombs I make aren't intended to be family friendly."
"Edel." she greets the vaguely familiar Shiba when they board. Razz's lack of certainty prompts the canine to turn back to the crew on board, and more importantly the pilot. "Hey, is this guy supposed to be here?" She asks, a hand gesturing out of the chopper to the apparently disoriented wolf. Redd's approach is met with a sigh and the shake of her head.
"Redd. Don't screw this up." She deadpans. "Not to say you're incompetent but that you left a poor first impression for someone to see on a diplomatic mission." she comments, stressing 'diplomatic' heavily."
The pilot's briefing simply prompts a roll of her eyes, the canine muttering something to the tune of "We don't need to hear that, just take off." Angus's reported fear of flight prompts a raised eyebrow from her and a look begging an answer - though she doesn't say anything on the subject either.
It's too fucking easy to wise-ass back. "Hey, so, what's the conversion to miles flown to free RSX Frequent Crazy Flier Card miles? Can I trade in my Crazy Flier Miles for a crazy straw or some 'crazy' trail mix? 'Cause the soylent bacon down there is getting kinda old, and I wanna be in top form when I get to meet Carmen!" Yelled out Shawn, the human hacking up a lung shortly afterwards. Ow, throat isn't used to yelling, sediment still gets kicked up by helicopter wings, and Karma still sucks.
Angus flashes Shirai another smile before taking his seat, but as soon as Mcgregor starts speaking his smile turns into a scowl. "Oh I'm thinkg about that chainmail of yours, anod how nice it would look as a noose." He answers, giving them the bird before the helicopter starts to take off and his claws dig HARD into his seat, fur bristling heavily as he makes sure his duffle bag stays on his lap. Stay calm, stay calm! He swallows, taking in a deep breath as he closes his eyes and tries not to think that the thing is taking off.
Menil stands up on all four legs, glancing up over at the hardness on the copter. She tilts her head, curling her tail up around herself slightly, staring at the rig. "Er... am I just going to be.... hanging out from underneath that?" she asks curiously. She looks somewhat unsure about that, idly reconsidering staying in this form for the trip. Although she does need to stop shifting so much, especially when it would possibly tire her out for the upcoming mission. Reluctantly she complies anyway, however, getting latched on.
Edel nods at Shirai, offering a smile as she squeezes Angus on the shoulder. "Nice to see you again. And relax, Angus. Deep breaths. Worst case scenario and we have to fall, I can at least -glide- well enough with wings. I can't fly out here, but I can slow our fall! So just relax. It'll be okay."
Razz ears flatten and he Grumbles. "I...dont know?" he just shrugs and flops intoa Seat-apparently this was a flight somewhere else..for.. diplomatic reasons.. right! he frowns and checks his knife and Claws idily as he looks the others over, what a fun group.. He eyes Angus and Blinks "scare-" he stops himself , deciding against antagonising a coyote witha bag of inari-knows-what. "So.. can Someone atleast give me the rundown of waht we plan to do... or.. are doing?" he asks, shifting slightly and already regretting going along with this.
"I can be serious, if I really need to be." Redd smirks at Shirai. "Besides, I've done ok with diplomacy before, Edel can tell you about that time taking the Kitsune and Tanuki representatives to tea." He takes his hat off, setting it in his lap. "And I do know when keeping my muzzle shut is the best option, contrary to appearances."
Sensuen boards and takes a seat as close to someone with a pair of wings as she can before the chopper flies off to San Diego, she never got to go, and now she's going, better than being trapped in Fairhaven. Hmmm, how far up are they? She might even get to see a lack of Las Vegas, if the pilot or co pilot is feeling rather touristy today, she might even get it pointed out to her. Otherwise, no, no jokes about housing from her are coming out. Sen says, "Opening up a trade route between San Diego and Fairhaven bubbles, helping them make stuff and maybe fend off a Kaiju attack, at least if we help with that last thing, they'll know we're on their side." finding the closed hatch muffles the sounds of the chopper's blades pretty well. Sen opens her duffel bag and checks her gear. She brought a spade and a thick, brown, well pitted river rock to sharpen it with. Her laser pistol sits beside her on her hip, in its holster with a retaining strap, she's not about to draw it in flight of course to check the ammo, it's a wise move to be sure, so she disengages the gold tipped hammer so it won't fire before she draws it to check the cylinder and it turns out to be full of batteries as expected. Satisfied Sen replaces the cylinder in the gun, keeps the hammer up and puts the retaining strap in place so it stays where it should.
Once she was properly set, the Flight Crew for the Chinook reboarded their helicopter, closed the ramp. Of course, one paused long enough to nod at Menil. dee up. Best view of the whole trip really.el The flightsuited man says, before hopping onto the ramp and closing it. The Chinook started climbing up, easing the strap carefully until it was taut, causing the harness underneath Menil to pull tightly up on her entire underside, then soon her feet no longer could touch the ground, as she was lifted up and into the air.
In the Blackhawk however, Hernadize looked back. deals onestly? He probably shouldncockpit . But hecock aboard, the hatchcock closed, and Big Sky just confirmed theycoca e off the pad. So itcock a little late to be putting him back down. Especially since we gotta make sure we have enough fuel for there and back. In case the Marines doncockpit feel like sharing.el He says, as the view of Fairhaven turns and the two helicopters point south.
deed ephyr Tower, this is Valhalla, Big Sky reports ready for mission. We are now pointed south for outreach program. How copy?el McGregor says over the radio, before nodding. decode oger that. Letcock see what we find out.el She says, giving the helicopter a little bit more speed now that they apparently got the all clear. One would think that the Chinook, with itcock hanging guests would be slowed, but if anything, it was keeping pace with the Blackhawk foot for foot.
enemy nyways, after our last meeting with the Marines, me and John aincockpit taking chances. We land, wecoca e grabbing our PDWs. While I doubt the Marinesclubhouse l be asshole again, they havencockpit exactly had the easiest time if chatter means anything.el Hernadize says, basically acting as a fill in. deals ey miss, you still got those tricks of yours? The ones that managed to spook and fool the Marines first time around?east
