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One of hte MArines in the Hummvee with Angus fiddles with something on their gear for a moment, before offering it back to the 'yote in the back. "Last pack of Malboro's I've found. Your's to make up for us jacking yours back then." She says, her head and body focused on the road ahead of them. The engine doesn't sound overly happy about the state it's in, but that's likely because of hte nanite degregation. "Fucking weapon screwing up anything more complex than a damned rifle..." The driver said, slamming his fist into the speedometer a couple of times, before huffing. "Who the fuck makes a damned weapon that turns people into other things and eats away at electronics and shit?" He growled. | One of hte MArines in the Hummvee with Angus fiddles with something on their gear for a moment, before offering it back to the 'yote in the back. "Last pack of Malboro's I've found. Your's to make up for us jacking yours back then." She says, her head and body focused on the road ahead of them. The engine doesn't sound overly happy about the state it's in, but that's likely because of hte nanite degregation. "Fucking weapon screwing up anything more complex than a damned rifle..." The driver said, slamming his fist into the speedometer a couple of times, before huffing. "Who the fuck makes a damned weapon that turns people into other things and eats away at electronics and shit?" He growled. | ||
| − | As the RSX Blackahwk lifted off the 'pad', Hernandize looked back at the pair. "So, I'm gonna guess ONE of you has the whole shapechanging gig? Cause sounded like those pilots were blacking out from G-Forces. And since navy birds are launched via catapults off hte deck, they hit some pretty high G's for a short runway."<br> <br>"Well, you know we're riding there, right?" Edel says to Angus, raising her brow. "We should probably go back to catch the ride!" Of course, it's not long before the ride catches -them- and she mounts up in the humvee. "And I have no idea, but it's awful, isn't it? Life would be so much better if I could still have a working game console and a television, let me tell you. The days get boring sometimes back in the city!"<br> <br>Forkbomb folds his lips back into his mouth for a moment. He then points at Edel. "Remind me to show you something when we get back to Fairhaven, Edel." He then points at the good Captain. "Not sure if it's under corporate NDA or not. But I can show you if the jets have something wrong with them!"<br> <br>"I do, I've been doing it so long it's basically second nature now. Seven years. Not that it matters too much." Redd shrugs, "I'm assuming they'll want human, mostly, unless they've modified all the oxygen masks and helmets." The coyote watches the trucks drive off, his mind apparently distracted by Coyote only knows what. | + | As the RSX Blackahwk lifted off the 'pad', Hernandize looked back at the pair. "So, I'm gonna guess ONE of you has the whole shapechanging gig? Cause sounded like those pilots were blacking out from G-Forces. And since navy birds are launched via catapults off hte deck, they hit some pretty high G's for a short runway."<br> <br>"Well, you know we're riding there, right?" Edel says to Angus, raising her brow. "We should probably go back to catch the ride!" Of course, it's not long before the ride catches -them- and she mounts up in the humvee. "And I have no idea, but it's awful, isn't it? Life would be so much better if I could still have a working game console and a television, let me tell you. The days get boring sometimes back in the city!"<br> <br>Forkbomb folds his lips back into his mouth for a moment. He then points at Edel. "Remind me to show you something when we get back to Fairhaven, Edel." He then points at the good Captain. "Not sure if it's under corporate NDA or not. But I can show you if the jets have something wrong with them!"<br> <br>"I do, I've been doing it so long it's basically second nature now. Seven years. Not that it matters too much." Redd shrugs, "I'm assuming they'll want human, mostly, unless they've modified all the oxygen masks and helmets." The coyote watches the trucks drive off, his mind apparently distracted by Coyote only knows what.<br> <br>Razz Frowns as Shirai apaprently Ignore him after a question. The wolf shrugs and sits, mostly silent during teh ride. "so... " he asks the group he was with. "anyway want me doing anything with them? I'm an adept, have illusion anti vanishing and medical." he nods "i mean i doubt I can take down a kaiju.. but you wnat me to try distracting it and I will." he nods again. <br> <br>Angus flashes Edel and Shirai a smile before the Humvee comes and picks em up. "Well, there goes my nice walk." He teases before tossing his bag in and taking a seat. When the marine gets his attention he's leaning against the window, bored while in the vehicle until the smokes are pushed in front of him, making his ears perk as he looks to them, then her. "....Appreciated, but you keep em." He answers, putting his hand on her and gently pushing it back. "You and the others managed to pull one over on me, and as a coyote I respect that." He answers her. She'll find her hand is a bit more full then when she offered the pack to him, another almost full pack of cigarettes in her hand along with the nearly empty one as the coyote rolls down the window a bit and lights the one he had pulled out while talking to her.<br> <br>Shirai rolls her eyes at Edel's comment, eyes narrowing for a moment as she takes a somewhat caustic tone as she slips into the vehicle. "No, the mass disappearance of loved ones and livelihoods wasn't bad, wouldn't be nice to have them back; the fact you can't walk more than a few blocks without being jumped by some brainless ferals and assaulted or raped if you can't defend yourself isn't and never was an issue, but having no more video games to play is the real tragedy. I'm glad we have our priorities in order. Do people even pay attention to what's going on here at all? I swear, it's like nobody takes this seriously." |
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| + | Stretching and leaning back into her chair, she shakes her head, muttering under her breath. "No thoughts about the city having been stripped for food over the last eight years, no thoughts about the issues this is going to have in the long run, no thoughts about the corporate exploitation from Zephyr and company. Creature comforts - fucking creature comforts - is what people complain about." | ||
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| + | Looking back to Razz, Shirai takes a deep breath. "As I said, Razz. Medical will do good at the front lines if there's any casualties. At the bare minimum that's something you can do. Maybe when Angus here spills the beans on what he's planning, there'll be some more nuance." She says, tilting her head in the coyote's direction, before she adds - "That's your cue to explain what the plan is, by the way."<br> <br>Right. Explosives. If they take care of that, that's one thing done. Hopefully they have some bunker-busters or something similar, because even several meters of earth and concrete can't stop one of those. The panda appears to be in a humvee all on her lonesome (minus the driver, of course), which provides valuable time to clean and check her weapons. Which she does. Very much so. There's a lot of weapons to check, y'know. It passes the time until they actually get there.<br> <br>Forkbomb gives Shirai a quick chuff. "Oh, don't do that. Don't you understand how this works? You focus on the shallow, lame annoyances because the horror of the situation in it's entirety is so /large/ that you can't really encapsulate it in an easy way. And if everyone could, /everyone wouldn't stop crying<br> <br>The Marines snigger at the by play of those in the back between Shirai, Angus, Edel and the other guy. "Just don't hurf in here huh? I don't wanna get stuck cleaning it." The female says, smirking. The convoy rolls down onto the I5, and the Marine manning the gun goes from laid back and practically pissing in the wind, to alert., jacking the first round into the M2 mounted on top of the HMMWV. The female picks up hte radio. "Alright people, eyes on a swivel. We're in injun country now." She says, putting the handset back. "What'da think the pool's gonna say about this trip huh?" The driver asked, glancing over. Teh vehicle Angus and gang had gotten into was the head of the convoy. | ||
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| + | Phosphorus however, was lucky. She only had TWO marines with her, and she was only going to the actual flightline for hte base. So it was pretty quick for them to get to the location and roll out on their trollies the 10 500lb bombs. "So... I've never done EOD... How the flying fuck are we supposed to rig these bastards?" the one called Jackson asked, looking between Yankers and Phos. "Hell if I know. I'm a mortar man, not EOD either." Yankers replies. "Dude, this is just a bigger mortar!" "Bullshit!" Seems Phos has her work cut out for her. | ||
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| + | "NDA ain't got shit to do with it. Classification does. And chances are, you're not gonna get a chance to look at the guts of an F/A-18F to tell if something's wrong with it. You can at the very least give them a glance to tell if there's nanite damage." McGregor says, flying towards where she recalled seeing the naval group being located roughly. It isn't hard ot miss the fleet, surrounding a pair of Tarawa-class amphibious assault ship which looked like while they did have fighter craft, they were in no way prepping for launch. "Damn, looks like the Marines were joking." Hernandize says, shaking his head. "US Navy Group, this is RSX Helo Alpha-One-Gulf-Charlie. We're here to assist. Requesting permission to land" McGregor said into her mic, waiting. "US Navy Group, this is RSX Helo Alpha-One-Gulf-Charlies. Requesting permission to land, we are coming in from Azimuth Two-Zero in order to render assistance." She says again, looking over at her Co. As they near the fleet, the guns of the various anti-aircraft weapons ARE pointed at the Blackhawk, but they aren't getting shot at YET. "Wait, flags... Right... I'll get you guided in John." Hernandize says, starting to give directions as he follows the instructions HE was getting from the... yup, that's a squid on deck.<br> <br>Edel tilts her head to the side, seemingly unbothered by Shirai's comment. "Weeeell. I can't bring them back, now can I? And besides, -my- life is juuuust fine now. I've got food. I've got a family that I can keep safe. Given all that has happened? -My- life is pretty fine by comparison. And that's what I'm looking out for. Me and mine. I'm not under Zephyr's thumb anymore. I carved my bloody path to happiness. I'll offer others a hand when they need it, but I'm not going to blaze a trail for them. In the mean time, we look out for what we can to make our own lives better. Comforts. Normalcy." She shrugs then and leans back, looking towards Angus. "Yes, what's the plan?"<br> <br>"Well, might be doing more than a few changes among the crew, looks like... I'll hold onto the nanite grenades, just in case, though." Redd watches the squid on deck. "At least they don't have to worry about drowning, looks like."<br> <br>Razz nods at Shirai. "not utterly useless then!" he chuckles and nods "Yeah, Shit out in teh city, Zephyr sucks. blah-blah. honestly? Fuck that, I live day-to-day" he nods then blinks "Welp how long before something gets us?" he asks, taking a deep breath. | ||
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Edel turns and follows out after Angus. The tanuki wasn't about to let him go off on his own and probably blow himself up! "What're you planning? She asks of the coyote, testing the string on her bow. "Think you've got enough explosives at your disposal to do whatever it is you intend to do?"
Redd follows the Captain outside, after a delay. "Ma'am, if I may ask, could Forkbomb and I meet with what pilots are still sane? If they're not in a form to get in a plane, I can probably fix that for them. Probably." The coyote scratches the back of his neck, as he scans the area. "If you don't believe me... I can demonstrate on a volunteer."
Razz nods To Shirai, Honestly, nto alot I have.. Illusion and Anti-Nanomagics along with vanishing, but reallly, I'm just a Feral, you wnat me to be CAnnon fodder, I'll do it, go run things between two places, fine." he the wolf Shrugs. "I was mothly here to see if I could help the.. err, trade talks-maybe experience something new.. but you want me to make a Giant Illusiary Robot to distrace the kaijus, I'll try my damend hardest.." he rubs his head "so there.. and I'm Razz, by the way." he nods. "I also have Medical nanomagics, if that helps." he adds, as an afterthought.
Angus stops for a moment to turn his attention to Edel, giving a shrug before he smiles. "Cause some shit? What else, besides. I may know a way to take care of the Kaiju situation a lot easier then just shooting now that I think about it." With that he lifts up the bag, letting it rest against his shoulder as he starte heading out into the city, on a good old Kaiju hunt.
Forkbomb just stares out the window. "Electric. Techno. Illusion nanomagics. I'd... Really rather not getting into combat. As previously mentioned, I'm squishy and can usually only really hit center mass." He stares out. "... But I bet you I can get those plane pilots going if their biology is what's causing the issue."
Shirai shrugs, rolling her shoulders as she moves off with Angus. "Fuck it, if we're moving out now we're moving out now. Make sure you keep yourself busy either way. You'll probably have something to do with yourself here or over at the front lines. Make your pick fast." The canine grumbles, taking her rifle and jogging off to make time with the pair already departed.
"And don't screw this up, stage magician." The woman calls over her shoulder to Redd in something of a deadpan, before she addresses Angus directly; "If you have a better idea, make sure it's going to be feasible to set up or let the rest of us know so we can cover for you. I don't care how genius it is, I'm not interested in any one person trying to play the hero. Never ends well and it runs a lot smoother if the rest of us know what you're doing. The transport's back there, so I'm hoping either you missed the memo or you have something else in mind."
The panda ducks over into one of the munitions depots, picking around for the desired explosives. Airplane missiles were usually shuttled around on carts and heavily tied down, so it wouldn't be too much trouble to pull the warhead off one and secure it to the cart. Phosphorus comes out, having done just that, tugging the cart around with some effort and rigging it to one of the humvees. All in decent time. "Right, then. We ought to get going."
"Right, then, I suppose we'd better get at it." Phosphorus eyes the little group deciding to go on a walk, then eyes the humvees, and decides to go with the thing that actually has wheels and moves. It'd probably be better not to waste any energy, when you can, y'know, save it for when you want to be running away from a giant lizard thing. The panda ducks into one of the transport vehicles, into one of the passenger seats, peering at the others on the mission to see what they're going to do.
Captian Cranston sighs, shaking her head. "You'll have to explain what the hell nanomagic is after this whole mess." She grumbles, walking over to the only HMMWV that didn't have a machine mounted on it, and pulled out a handset. The rest of the Marines chuckle at the silliness that was teh group. One however, sighs. "MOUNT UP MARINES!" He barks out (literally, barks. Hellhound), getting those present that weren't the captain to move and get things running. "Yankers, Jackson! You boys get to the flightline. See if you can't help missy there turn a bomb or ten into something usable!" The Hellhound in charge states, pointing to Phospherous. McGregor smirks. "Hey Boyos, you wanna help the pilots actually be able to fly, right? Well, sounds like we get to go say hai to the Navy." She says, clapping Redd and Forkbomb on the shoulders and leading them towards teh Blackhawk. As the rest get into their humvees, and make sure to pick up the others, one vehicle with the Promethean diplomat to help the Marine pilots who were apparently still feral, the quickly assembled convoy rolled out.
One of hte MArines in the Hummvee with Angus fiddles with something on their gear for a moment, before offering it back to the 'yote in the back. "Last pack of Malboro's I've found. Your's to make up for us jacking yours back then." She says, her head and body focused on the road ahead of them. The engine doesn't sound overly happy about the state it's in, but that's likely because of hte nanite degregation. "Fucking weapon screwing up anything more complex than a damned rifle..." The driver said, slamming his fist into the speedometer a couple of times, before huffing. "Who the fuck makes a damned weapon that turns people into other things and eats away at electronics and shit?" He growled.
As the RSX Blackahwk lifted off the 'pad', Hernandize looked back at the pair. "So, I'm gonna guess ONE of you has the whole shapechanging gig? Cause sounded like those pilots were blacking out from G-Forces. And since navy birds are launched via catapults off hte deck, they hit some pretty high G's for a short runway."
"Well, you know we're riding there, right?" Edel says to Angus, raising her brow. "We should probably go back to catch the ride!" Of course, it's not long before the ride catches -them- and she mounts up in the humvee. "And I have no idea, but it's awful, isn't it? Life would be so much better if I could still have a working game console and a television, let me tell you. The days get boring sometimes back in the city!"
Forkbomb folds his lips back into his mouth for a moment. He then points at Edel. "Remind me to show you something when we get back to Fairhaven, Edel." He then points at the good Captain. "Not sure if it's under corporate NDA or not. But I can show you if the jets have something wrong with them!"
"I do, I've been doing it so long it's basically second nature now. Seven years. Not that it matters too much." Redd shrugs, "I'm assuming they'll want human, mostly, unless they've modified all the oxygen masks and helmets." The coyote watches the trucks drive off, his mind apparently distracted by Coyote only knows what.
Razz Frowns as Shirai apaprently Ignore him after a question. The wolf shrugs and sits, mostly silent during teh ride. "so... " he asks the group he was with. "anyway want me doing anything with them? I'm an adept, have illusion anti vanishing and medical." he nods "i mean i doubt I can take down a kaiju.. but you wnat me to try distracting it and I will." he nods again.
Angus flashes Edel and Shirai a smile before the Humvee comes and picks em up. "Well, there goes my nice walk." He teases before tossing his bag in and taking a seat. When the marine gets his attention he's leaning against the window, bored while in the vehicle until the smokes are pushed in front of him, making his ears perk as he looks to them, then her. "....Appreciated, but you keep em." He answers, putting his hand on her and gently pushing it back. "You and the others managed to pull one over on me, and as a coyote I respect that." He answers her. She'll find her hand is a bit more full then when she offered the pack to him, another almost full pack of cigarettes in her hand along with the nearly empty one as the coyote rolls down the window a bit and lights the one he had pulled out while talking to her.
Shirai rolls her eyes at Edel's comment, eyes narrowing for a moment as she takes a somewhat caustic tone as she slips into the vehicle. "No, the mass disappearance of loved ones and livelihoods wasn't bad, wouldn't be nice to have them back; the fact you can't walk more than a few blocks without being jumped by some brainless ferals and assaulted or raped if you can't defend yourself isn't and never was an issue, but having no more video games to play is the real tragedy. I'm glad we have our priorities in order. Do people even pay attention to what's going on here at all? I swear, it's like nobody takes this seriously."
Stretching and leaning back into her chair, she shakes her head, muttering under her breath. "No thoughts about the city having been stripped for food over the last eight years, no thoughts about the issues this is going to have in the long run, no thoughts about the corporate exploitation from Zephyr and company. Creature comforts - fucking creature comforts - is what people complain about."
Looking back to Razz, Shirai takes a deep breath. "As I said, Razz. Medical will do good at the front lines if there's any casualties. At the bare minimum that's something you can do. Maybe when Angus here spills the beans on what he's planning, there'll be some more nuance." She says, tilting her head in the coyote's direction, before she adds - "That's your cue to explain what the plan is, by the way."
Right. Explosives. If they take care of that, that's one thing done. Hopefully they have some bunker-busters or something similar, because even several meters of earth and concrete can't stop one of those. The panda appears to be in a humvee all on her lonesome (minus the driver, of course), which provides valuable time to clean and check her weapons. Which she does. Very much so. There's a lot of weapons to check, y'know. It passes the time until they actually get there.
Forkbomb gives Shirai a quick chuff. "Oh, don't do that. Don't you understand how this works? You focus on the shallow, lame annoyances because the horror of the situation in it's entirety is so /large/ that you can't really encapsulate it in an easy way. And if everyone could, /everyone wouldn't stop crying
The Marines snigger at the by play of those in the back between Shirai, Angus, Edel and the other guy. "Just don't hurf in here huh? I don't wanna get stuck cleaning it." The female says, smirking. The convoy rolls down onto the I5, and the Marine manning the gun goes from laid back and practically pissing in the wind, to alert., jacking the first round into the M2 mounted on top of the HMMWV. The female picks up hte radio. "Alright people, eyes on a swivel. We're in injun country now." She says, putting the handset back. "What'da think the pool's gonna say about this trip huh?" The driver asked, glancing over. Teh vehicle Angus and gang had gotten into was the head of the convoy.
Phosphorus however, was lucky. She only had TWO marines with her, and she was only going to the actual flightline for hte base. So it was pretty quick for them to get to the location and roll out on their trollies the 10 500lb bombs. "So... I've never done EOD... How the flying fuck are we supposed to rig these bastards?" the one called Jackson asked, looking between Yankers and Phos. "Hell if I know. I'm a mortar man, not EOD either." Yankers replies. "Dude, this is just a bigger mortar!" "Bullshit!" Seems Phos has her work cut out for her.
"NDA ain't got shit to do with it. Classification does. And chances are, you're not gonna get a chance to look at the guts of an F/A-18F to tell if something's wrong with it. You can at the very least give them a glance to tell if there's nanite damage." McGregor says, flying towards where she recalled seeing the naval group being located roughly. It isn't hard ot miss the fleet, surrounding a pair of Tarawa-class amphibious assault ship which looked like while they did have fighter craft, they were in no way prepping for launch. "Damn, looks like the Marines were joking." Hernandize says, shaking his head. "US Navy Group, this is RSX Helo Alpha-One-Gulf-Charlie. We're here to assist. Requesting permission to land" McGregor said into her mic, waiting. "US Navy Group, this is RSX Helo Alpha-One-Gulf-Charlies. Requesting permission to land, we are coming in from Azimuth Two-Zero in order to render assistance." She says again, looking over at her Co. As they near the fleet, the guns of the various anti-aircraft weapons ARE pointed at the Blackhawk, but they aren't getting shot at YET. "Wait, flags... Right... I'll get you guided in John." Hernandize says, starting to give directions as he follows the instructions HE was getting from the... yup, that's a squid on deck.
Edel tilts her head to the side, seemingly unbothered by Shirai's comment. "Weeeell. I can't bring them back, now can I? And besides, -my- life is juuuust fine now. I've got food. I've got a family that I can keep safe. Given all that has happened? -My- life is pretty fine by comparison. And that's what I'm looking out for. Me and mine. I'm not under Zephyr's thumb anymore. I carved my bloody path to happiness. I'll offer others a hand when they need it, but I'm not going to blaze a trail for them. In the mean time, we look out for what we can to make our own lives better. Comforts. Normalcy." She shrugs then and leans back, looking towards Angus. "Yes, what's the plan?"
"Well, might be doing more than a few changes among the crew, looks like... I'll hold onto the nanite grenades, just in case, though." Redd watches the squid on deck. "At least they don't have to worry about drowning, looks like."
Razz nods at Shirai. "not utterly useless then!" he chuckles and nods "Yeah, Shit out in teh city, Zephyr sucks. blah-blah. honestly? Fuck that, I live day-to-day" he nods then blinks "Welp how long before something gets us?" he asks, taking a deep breath.
