Screeching Terrors - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
25/3/2020
Log
There are a lot of things one doesn't see very often these days. Such as... old people, or virgin female huskies, or in this instance a pair of heavy duty chemical tankers outfitted with some immense looking pumps and hoses. Whoever paid for this service must have pockets deeper than a Margay Taur's pussy, and a heart so golden they'd... have keeled over from heart failure. Hey, not all jokes are meant to be funny. Magnus was standing just outside Fairhaven Chemical, idly talking with the rest of the cleanup crew, the fennec having adopted a new form by the looks of things. Catty-dragon-looking bastard, much taller than before, but in his line of work it had to happen sometime. Ever seen a midget bodyguard? Didn't think so.
The specialists gathered in the area were of all shapes and sizes however, though it was hard to tell their forms however since everyone was wearing a variant on the nanite power armor but not really armor. Covering them from head to toe, those were enviro-suits, and by the look of how serious they were dressed, it would be a helluva job. Organizing this all was... someone else. Big fella, safe to guess he was a polar bear of some sort under that suit, holding a clipboard and standing on a raised platform, answering questions and organizing folks. Looks like he's the one to talk to here.
"I'm starting to get the idea that I should just stalk you if I want to find the interesting things," teases Nena as she rounds one of the tankers, looking Magnus over. "You're looking different today. It's a neat look, very cool." With a thumbs up, she takes in the rest of the scene, the helmet to her own sealed suit tucked under her arm. "I'll bother you later," she says with a wave, before making her way towards the polar bear. "What's up, chief? What needs doing?"
Fenris tromps up to the group, covered from head to toe in his own nanite armor, though his identity is hardly hidden, since he seems to have painted up his armor to resemble a cartoon tanuki, with little, round ears affixed to the top and the visor painted like a tanuki bandit mask, with a grinning, toothy smile underneath, presumably easy to see through from the inside.
The suited up tanuki walks up to the group, assumes an Iron Man hero landing pose, then stands up dramatically. "Did someone call for a hero?" he asks in a ridiculous voice.
Luna aproaches the group, a lean rabbit woman. The power armor she wears looks to be of a completely different design then most of the hazzard suits people are wearing, but anyone capable of wearing one would know it's functionally the same. She looks at the huge tanks and asks "What kind of person can afford to maintain two trucks like these?" And with Fenris's entrance she just shakes her head in dissapointment.
Magnus spends 5000000 Freecred for RP reasons.
Vetu flies in silently and as the group gathers, he arrives with his armor and rifle and utters just enough of "ehm" to get the attention of the group. "I heard you were looking for a sharpshooter in here. Seeing as we have good cover, I guess I'll have pelnty of time to get a good aim on whatever we encounter." He turns to Magnus and says "So, what's the deal here, what is the intel?"
The feline nods towards Nena, then *swat* gives her a smack on the ass with that long, serpentine tail when she departs before he could so much as utter a greeting. Otters... damn it... his weakness. The foreman, big burly dude with quite the sour attitude, turns between Nena and Fenris, then rolls his eyes and puts the clipboard away. He listens Vetu and luna out, at least looking relieved that they were wearing protection. Magnus hooks a thumb and directs the water dragon over towards the Foreman. "Talk to the nerd." he says, and once Vetu joins the group, the bear clears his throat. "We were privately contracted by the cat dragon over there. The technology you see here is very expensive, as you might imagine, so I don't need to warn you to be careful with it."
"Our goals today are to enter Fairhaven Chemical and relieve some of the built up pollution. The place is a ticking time bomb, and with the city being gradually rebuilt, I'd rather we pulled out some of the spilled out chemical waste. Nothing radioactive, thank the stars... but we got the kinda corrosive and poisonous sludge what can burn down to the bone if you're not careful. Glad you folks are wearing what's needed. SO!" The bear clasps his hands together. "First order of business, we need to bring these four hoses into the building and plant them into the largest pools of spillage so the trucks can siphon out the waste. THEN we'll deal with the hard stuff, as in literally hard toxic matter. For now, grab a hose and be careful when you go in there. Those suits will keep you safe, but you don't wanna go doing a belly flop in a puddle of flesh-destroying gunk. Last thing to be mindful of, the local feral populace. We did what we can to get em' to fuck off, but there might be some stragglers. Watch your backs, it's dark in there."
Nena casts a look over her shoulder in Magnus' direction at that, and gives a little wink before she listens to the bear's words. "Got it. Plant the hoses, watch out for the locals. And avoid taking a chemical bath, yuck. I wouldn't want to do that anyway." She flips her helmet over in her hands and pulls it over her head, sealing it. "Let's get too it then."
The otter wasn't too worried about any lingering ferals. Nothing a strong arm couldn't solve. For now, though, she grabs one of the hoses and starts for the building proper.
Fenris nods, "On it!" he proclaims, the painted grin of his helmet doing a good stand in of what his actual face is doing. The burly tanuki claims a hose, activates a headlamp above his visor, and tromps off into the darkness, humming a little song to himself. It echoes oddly in his helmet.
Luna does some stretches as she starts working forward, asking a few more questions. "What kind of back pressure should we expect from the hoses, what is our expected work time, and what is the relative hostility in the area?" as her questions are answered, she then adds to the rest of the group: "I've got a background in chemistry so if any of you need to know what is melting you alive, I'll tell you how to stop it from eating anything more than your arm. Now, lets get this show on the road." She starts hauling in a hose easilly, handing one over to Nena and then picking one up for herself.
Vetu listens to the briefing and ponders at the heftly pipes. He manages to lift one but it dragos him down some. He puts down his binoculars to help him see in the dark. He winghugs the pipe and readies his rifle onward, staying in the back. He says to the group "I'm best at running and xeno's so if you see big threat, I'll distract them quick before you get ready to fill them with lead, got it?"
