Sunny Day at the Solar Farm - RPLOG
Participants
Date
11/2/2017
Log
Camped at the entrance to the highway is a human male dressed in overalls, the telltale Promethian illuminated helmet on his head. He leans against the cab of what looks like a salvaged pickup truck and trailer, quite a few panels of it looking like they were eaten through by nanites. "I'm Smithson, and I'm here to drive you to a solar farm far outside the Fairhaven bubble, where you can dismantle some of the solar panels and bring them back with this." He motions to the trailer. "I couldn't get a heli for you but this truck is fueled up and shouldn't break down. I want to get back by dinner so we should start as soon as possible. any questions?"
Firecracker,the pint-size pale pink pegasus hovering at about normal head height, quickly raises a forehoof into the air. "Oh! Me! Me!" she says, continuing without waiting to be called on, "What if we don't make it back before dinner? Didja bring any snacks? Didja bring enough to share?!" She looks around the area quickly, scanning for snacky goodness in the event of the mission lasting too long and running passed dinner time!
Standing over upon the far left of the mass of people, Kip simply glanced back to the apparent hirer and shook his head. The only question he had was for himself. Why on earth had he agreed for this? Being bored is bad, sure. Being dead is obviously worse. So, shifting from foot to foot, he simply sighed and resigned himself. Already this far...
Arris nods, leaning a little to peek into the trailer. "Sounds straightforward enough. Are there any kind of obstacles we can expect to see at the solar panel area place?" Sie adjusts a Triage Kit attatched to hir back waist via the belt, having ditched any nanite-reliant equipment save for hir healing pistol.
Garbed in his basic combat attire and toting his usual array of armaments, submachine gun, blades and mastercrafted bow at the ready, Otto was more than ready, willing and able. He was excited! A trip outside with several other brave souls for the betterment of their lives in Fairhaven, potentially facing armed resistance along the way? Nothing like the threat of death looming over one's head to stir the blood and get one's heart racing! He listens to the human attentively and feels for his toolset, tucked away in the small pouch at his side. No doubt hose panels would need dismantling, and Otto wanted to be ready for that.
The coyote had been beyong the bubble before, and wasn't particularly looking forward to having that obsesive compulsion to want to immediately turn tail and return to the bubble, but he had dealt with it once before and he would do it again. He did have a question though, and once the others had finished asking theirs, he raises one hand and politely asks "Now, I am very much loking forward to this, and am all for the betterment of our society, but come now... what's the payout gonna be, eh?" he rubs his index and thumb together "A coyote's gotta make a living after all..."
Raika has been idle for a bit too long lately, so when a mission to gather some solar panels from outside the bubble comes up, she's quick to sign on for a chance to do something useful again. She's near the back of the group, largely just being quiet and letting the others ask questions while she does gear checks to make sure she's got everything she'll need.
Smithson aswers Otto, ignoring Firecracker: "I suppose you can get anything else we find at the instalation, maybe even scrap from broken solar panels." He then gets in his truck. It roars to life, almost in defiance of it's delapidated appearance. "Well get on then!"
Firecracker gets on then! And as she gets on, she continues to roam around a bit in the back of the truck, sniffing for snacks. When she doesn't find any and it becomes apparent none are to be found, she plops down on her rump and starts digging around in her mane with a forehoof. "Well that's okay, I got some snacks in here somewhere!" she says aloud as she searches for tasty treats.
Kip shuffled his feet forward, almost pausing as he looked back to the assembled group. Most looked... armed. Dangerous. Vicious, dare he say. Well.... /most/. Rearing briefly before hopping on upward into the truck, a mute sigh fell from his lips, an almost silent pleading hope. "Please let this go smoothly... They'd kill me if I wound up dead..."
Smithson then realizes he missed Arris's question, and turns to reply: "I don't know what we'll find out there. I only know where the solar farm is."
Arris nods. "Well, we're going to find out then." The gator hops into the back of the truck, bringing hir equipment with hir. Sitting down near the back, sie pulls out a package of saltine crackers, a plastic container of herb and cheese spread, and a butterknife. "Heads up, Fire." Sie breaks a corner off a cracker before tossing it to the pegasus.
Alas, no time to socialise, it would seem. Duty called and Otto answered. Hand resting lazily on his submachine gun, he steps after the others and hops in through to the back seats swhere Firecracker was seemingly spazzing out. Snickering quietly to himself, Otto settles into his seat and starts to double-check and tripple-check his inventory. Everything SEEMED to be in order, and he was prepared to tackle any enemy at either short, medium or long range, though he did seem to be missing medical supplies...but oh well. The coyote was as much a doctor as he was a ballerina. "Say, chaps... I don't suppose anyone here has formal medical training, eh? Would be a right mess if someone got shot and we don't have the means to patch up the wounded, right? Not saying you should get shot or whatever, I'm just saying, a medic would be right useful, they would!" he addresses everyone within earshot, his tail wagging excitedly behind him as he speaks.
Raika falls into that group of 'armed and dangerous'. Vicious... maybe, maybe not. She's got her halberd and her pistols, at the very least, and some light armor, among other various devices. Hopping up onto the truck with a little help from her halberd as a pole-vaulting thing (because why not), she scoots into whatever seat is left for the duration of the ride. Otto's question gets a raised hand that turns into a handwobble in response.
Once everyone gets into and onto the truck, Smithson makes his way across the highway, following a rugged map on his steering wheel. A few hours out from Fairhaven with no problems and the truck crests a hill, the solar farm just a minute away. Suddenly Smithson stops. "Um, you better take a look at this." Just a few feet ahead of the truck is a large scorch mark... and another, and a few more... There are searing holes all over the landscape, between everyone and the solar farm.
Ah that familiar feeling of utter gut-wrenching despair as the nanites freak out in the absence of their connection to the main server. Otto felt compelled to just jump out and go home, but he knew better than to act upon that desire. THERE WAS LOOTING TO BE DONE! It was a fine day for a mission, not a sigh of any rain and once he'd dealt with the crippling anxiety of being away from the comfort of the bubble, he was back to his old self. "Never gonna get used to that feeling, tell ya what..." he shares with the others, and flashes a smile at Raika, nodding once he sees her hand raised. Fantastic,
