Revision as of 03:50, 13 November 2016

Participants

• Angus
• Buzamu
• Edel
• Forkbomb
• Phosphorus
• Razz
• Redd
• Shirai

Date

12/11/2016

Log

Meanwhile, over at the Nassau, the lead albatross looked at Redd's outstretched hand, and eventually took it. "We can go to the briefing room. It can handle the pilots we've aboard." He says, gesturing to the hatch. "CAG'll wanna hear about this..." He mutters, leading the two Agents and two RSX pilots into the ship. McGregor chuckles, and looks over at Redd. "This is gonna be interesting to see. Planning bulk changes?" She whispered over at the coyote and Forkbomb, grinning. She was used to some of the tricks about changing folks could take. "Almost makes me feel giddy inside." She comments, laughing.

Yanker and Jenkins of course, seem quiet as they reach the I5, Jenkins slowly spinning the turret mount of the machine gun, looking like he was trying to spot an attack before it could hit them. Phosphorus would notice pretty soon the smoking crater that the RPG left after the attempt on the last convoy that drove through here. Yanker is grateful for the lack of attack it seems, swerving along the road, avoiding craters and potholes all over as best he could, so as to not jostle the 10 500 pound explosives they had carted behind them overly much. Thankfully, it seems, they manage to make it past the area that was clearly the normal ambush point on vehicles driving down the I5.

"All right. If he has that much of an issue with us being there then I'm sure he'll change his mind if things take a turn for the worse." Shirai replies, letting out a quiet sigh before turning back to Razz and giving a somewhat sharp order; "All right, let's get a move on. Wouldn't want to keep our clients waiting, would we?"

Razz nods slowly "right...I'll do the Crazy stupid things... Though...Illusions.. might Work on them.. hum-we'll see I suppose?" He rolls his shoulders and nods to Shirai. "I'll mostly be doing anything you guys suggest anyway..." he nods again and follows her. "Yeah."

Forkbomb gives McGregor a brief look. And grins. "Sure. Him alone." He sticks his hands in his pockets, gives Redd a different, knowing look, before following the Albatross into the briefing room. "Gotta ask- Is crypto still a thing that happens here? I think I'd get along good with those folks." After all, he too spent too much of his time as a kid obsessed at picking at locks and grew up to be someone who spent too much time picking at interesting pieces of encrypted data.

"Quiet. Huh. Not sure if I should be suspicious or thankful," Phosphorus dryly notes, leaning back in the seat in the humvee. Her rifle rests across her lap, round unchambered, the panda's head slightly tilted to keep the corner of her eye on the bombs. "Smooth riding from here on out, hopefully."

"I brought my own ammo, fortunately," Edel says, patting her quiver. "And in the worst event, I can probably scrounge materials to make more. Might not be as good for putting a lot of shots down range, but a well placed arrow still does a fair job at bringing things down. But yes, hopefully I won't need to use them much. A smooth ride is much better."

The coyote follows inside, shifting his weight to one leg once he finds a place to stand. "I'm ready whenever ya'll are. I have to admit, I thought sailors had stronger stomachs, didn't expect anybody to get sick just watching." Redd grimaces a moment. "On second thought, probably good to have people sitting down when I'm working on it."

OF course, as soon as Shirai, Edel, Angus and Razz step out of their vehicles, the Marine not wearing any body armor growls. "You lot better be the diplomats, cause you sure as hell don't look like any Marine I've seen. Either way, you sure as fuck ain't leaving Ops. I ain't letting no limp-dick civilians, no matter how well armed, go into a military operation!" He barks out, his fur bristling. The Marines that drove the convoy for the group just look a bit sheepish as they get out of hte vehicles themselves. Of course, Phos's vehicle soon rolls up, which gets the colonel (for those who noticed the black bird device on his collar) gets even more livid. "FOR FUCKS SAKE! DO NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND OPERATIONAL SECURITY!?"

The Albatross scoffs. "Might be because what you two did is normal for you. Watching and hearing someone's body utterly change, is definitely not pleasant." He says, shaking his head. Soon though there's about 20 bird-people in teh room, one of which had a cup of coffee in hand, and looking especially upset. "Victor, you better tell me why the hell you had ALL of us gather in here. Ain't no way we're flying right now." The coffee-holding albatross stated.

Angus steps out of the vehicle, making sure the strap on his duffle bag hadn't broken yet as he tunes out the shouting marine, definitly double checking he still had his smokes before finally looking up at the situation before turning to adress the shouting colonel with a very simple statment. "You know, sometimes it's just to damn easy." Before walking off to see what else there was here to see.

"Christ, calm down. Yes. We're your diplomatic contacts from Fairhaven. Pleased to meet you too." Shirai deadpans. "We're here to help you out with your little Kaiju problem and discuss the munitions shortage. Right now you need help either way. And frankly as crappy as things look out here right now, I suggest you take your little 'joke' there. You have no idea what's been happening over in Fairhaven, for one, and two I suggest you start acting like an adult so we can get this show on the road rather than sit around flapping lips all day. Like it or not we're all here to do a job."

Razz crosses his arms and nods from behind Shirai. "she's right, the sooner we get the done the sooner we help adn the sooner we're gone-right?" he shrugs. "Or, if you really want we can not help and leave you here." he shrugs again. "Look we are the BEST equppied people for this." he glances over at Angus and he bag briefly.

Forkbomb considers the old Albatross, then promptly files it away in the mental drawer of things that might come in handy to know exactly once. He gives a toothy grin at his greetings. Oh he was going to enjoy this. "Well, hello to you too." He claps his hands together. He felt the old weird feeling hit his digits, somewhere between sticking your hands into a whirlpool and like tiny fireworks were detonating on the surface on his skin. "About that. Me and my friend here are private contractors sent here on direction from the Marine Corps." He put on his sales pitch voice. He typically hated the business voice, he found it boring and indirect as all hell, but he was hedging on that them hating it, too. "What if we said we could not only get you back to normal and back in your planes, but make you just about anything you wanted to be? Bigger, faster, stronger, smaller, with or without an all-natural fur coat?" He wasn't terribly great at selling things, but he put on a somewhat passable facsimile.

"Civilians." Phosphorus snorts, stepping out of the vehicle, slinging her rifle back over her shoulder and eyeing the both of them. The panda makes an indifferent noise, seeing. how the others have already made their piece, and instead goes to check up on the explosives that were oh so precariously towed over here, checking the straps and occasionally giving a tug to one of the bindings to make sure it's still secure.

Edel raises her brow at the tirade from the colonel, though she doesn't reply, save to shake her head and give a helpless shrug. She tucks her hands in her pockets, looking amongst all the birds that have flocked into the room, tail flicking behind her before settling into a curl around her paws, so it doesn't get stepped on.

Redd elbows Forkbomb in the ribs, "No, we're not contractors, at least, not to the Marines. I work for RSX, as do these two." He gestures towards the RSX pilots. "He works for Zephyr Inc. Anyways, technically we're diplomats, but as I demonstrated up on deck, we've got a few 'talents' that can get you folks flying again. And not with feathers, if you were wondering. When we met with Captain Cranston on the mainland, we heard that you all couldn't launch. Victor here explained your current forms seem prone to blacking out during the catapulting phase. Long story short; I can change the form of others. If you're willing, it makes it all the easier, even." The coyote crosses his arms. "I mean, what use is an aircraft carrier without any aircraft? A staging area, maybe. Or hospital ship. I remember that happening a few times before this mess. Anyways, if ya'll are willing to give it a try."

Victor nods. "Though, CAG, I will say... It, looked and sounded unpleasant up on the deck. I don't know how they didn't puke from teh experience, except for possibly being used to it." The albatross that'd lead the group on the deck after arriving says, looking a bit queasy from the recollection. The CAG however, scoffs and sips his coffee. Perfectly level. Guy was good. "So, you're saying you can get us into the air, and this isn't an aircraft carrier persay. Amphibious Assault Ship. Entirely different breed o' ship." The CAG explains.

As for those at teh Base of Operations, well... The Colonel didn't QUITE take to Angus's blowing him off like that. "Sergeant! Detain that... PERSON!" He barks, causing one of the Marines who escorted hte group up to sigh and walk over to Angus, grabbing ahold of his arm loosely. "This is a military operation, not a damned tourist stop. You want ot help? You stay the FUCK out of my Marine's way here at Ops. And NO, you CANNOT leave Ops until I decide otherwise!" the Colonel states flately. Turning around and storming off, the Sergeant in question lets go of Angus. "I fucking HATE Colonel Hastings. Guy has a love for NJPs, punishments, and not fucking caring." The sergeant says, shaking his head. "TOC's about a klick down to the beach. We start hoofing it now, we can get halfway there before the Colonel knows we bugged out."

Angus looks down at the hand on his arm, looking up at the colonel for a moment with a questioning gaze before he moves off. "Guy sounds like he's really popular around here, real smiles and such." He answers as he's let go, tapping a few claws on his duffle bag as he waits. "So lets get going then and see how red his face will get."

"And people tell me I'm tightly wound. What a fucking waste of air." She mutters, looking back to the Sergeant. "Glad to see you've got more sense than Mr. Temper tantrum back there; you'd think he's mad we actually came to do our job." Spitting at her feet, she grumbles; "Ingrate."

"All right, you heard the man. Let's get a move on. Unless you want to deal with tall, braindead and angry when he gets back I suggest we take this guy's lead and make our way out. We're not going to be able to do any good if we have some armchair general shouting at us as if we're his ex-wife demanding extra child support to fuel a drug addiction." Shirai makes her eay off with Angus at a light jog, readying her laser rifle. "Let's get this done. I'd say I want to be home in time for dinner, but frankly I just don't like sitting around idle."

Razz sighs "Well If i didnt want to punch him before I did now." he shakes his head. "someone dont want anything done..." he turns to follow After Angus and Shirai checking that his claymore and dagger were still there. "We have things to do and i'm not about to let someone with his head up his ass stop us, or me at the very least."

Forkbomb smiles. "We are shapeshiters that can shapeshift you back into whatever you want, essentially. We were thinking about getting you back to normal so you can fly again. This /will/ hurt and feel exceptionally painful, but you /will/ be ready again. Who wants to be the brave pilot that is first?"

"Probably should take these explosives with us. Or not. They're pretty heavy." Phosphorus says, to nobody in particular. Probably aimed at the two marines that helped her lug them over here, actually. Mulling over the situation... "Are we just going out there to take a look at what we're up against? It'll be hard to set a trap on a wide, open beach, unless we get to digging as soon as we get there. Ideally, we'd want to keep them away from any significant building, but..."

"Yes, the sooner we are home, the better, I think," Edel comments, adjusting her glasses and looking over the others she is with. "Which means the sooner we get going!" Touching a hand to her hat to keep it in place, she sets off with a jog of her own.