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."Welcome to RSX Air! Where Military Issues are OUR Issues! Iclue your Co-Pilot, Captain Franklin Hernandize!" He calls out gesturing for those of more traditional human size to board. "We need to load and dust off so the second helicopter can land and load the larger folks!" He yells over the thumping of the helicopter's 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 pilot's seat. Of course, mounted behind both the pilot and co-pilot's seat are a weapons (An MP5 behind the Pilot and an M4 behind the Co-Pilot), seems the Agents that were in the cockpit the only ones going ready for a fight just in case.
"Put on the headsets on folks!" The woman says, looking back a moment and grinning. "Hey 'yote! You still thinkin' 'bout out my chainmail" The pilot asks, grinning. The name patch visible on her breast read below 'McGregor'. 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 it's turn to land.
"This 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 you'll have to track this shit yourself." 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. "Ma'am, we need you to stand up on all four legs please!" 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 into a 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. "Going up. Best view of the whole trip really." 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. "Honestly? He probably shouldn't be. But he's aboard, the hatch's closed, and Big Sky just confirmed they're off the pad. So it's 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 don't feel like sharing." He says, as the view of Fairhaven turns and the two helicopters point south.
"Zephyr Tower, this is Valhalla, Big Sky reports ready for mission. We are now pointed south for outreach program. How copy?" McGregor says over the radio, before nodding. "Roger that. Let's see what we find out." 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 it's hanging guests would be slowed, but if anything, it was keeping pace with the Blackhawk foot for foot.
"Anyways, after our last meeting with the Marines, me and John ain't taking chances. We land, we're grabbing our PDWs. While I doubt the Marines'll be asshole again, they haven't exactly had the easiest time if chatter means anything." Hernadize says, basically acting as a fill in. "Hey miss, you still got those tricks of yours? The ones that managed to spook and fool the Marines first time around?"
Shirai takes her laser rifle off of her back, opening a panel and inspecting the device for a few moments beofre she sets her eyes on the skyline of the city. "We're still in-bubble. Worst case says we - well, the gunners, anyway - shoot down whatever tries to knock us out of the sky and if that fails... Well, a fall's painful but you're not necessarily dead if it happens either." She adds, aparrently in some level of agreement with Edel. "Out of bubble we're not going down unless someone with anti-aircraft weapons starts firing on us and from the sounds of things, that's not going to be a problem. Assuming the pilot here's paying attention you should be able to get out intact."
Forkbomb's return fire at the pilot prompts a smirk from the canine, pulling some packaged food from her pack and holding it back over to the surprisingly human agent. "Hope you don't expect full meals until we're back." the canine states, head turning back to Redd for a few moments, eyes settling on the coyote's. "I only know Edel in passing. Words are cheap; let's see you follow through."
Razz's eminent ignorance of the mission's purpose is met with a sigh, a roll of the eyes, and a facepalm. "All right. We're going to San Diego to negotiate with the Marines there. That's the short of it. They're looking for the setup of manufactories, 'we're'," she scoffs a little, aparrently not so conviced with it being much of a reason, "Looking for resources. Funny the big three say that when somehow I can still turn up salvagable material in the city, and they have enough novel tech to sell that if old IP laws still exist they'd be trillionaires. But that's the idea. There's also a bit of a Kaiju problem in the city; that's about the gist of it." The canine looks back to Angus and Forkbomb. "Anything I missed?" She asks, "Since it looks like we're missing a few people from the briefing. Disappointing." The canine sighs, closing the panel on her rifle and quickly checking her sidearms in similar manner.
Forkbomb folds his arms at Shirai. "Ma'am, I don't even get full meals back at Zephyr. I live by a snack machine that I'm genuinely afraid will shoot me if I try to do something funny with, and I'm not convinced that the people running the cafeteria don't cum in the food. Only thing I'm really feeling safe with is the lobby coffee, really." He looks legitimately surprised when there's edibles being thrown his way. Holy hell, he was mostly kidding. "Thank you for that, ma'am. When I become lord high regent of all data storage, I'll save a partition of space /particularly/ for your porn." He pauses, remarking her words. "Oh, and the running theory so far is that they need manufacturing plants for heavy artillery to deal with said Kaiju. So, you know. If we run into one, figuratively, I mean, aim for the eyes. I'm /really/ hoping the pilot here can handle not doing it literally."
as people continue to start talking about Kaiju Angus thumps the bag with his fist. "Got it covered." He says rather quickly, his ears folded down as he keeps his eyes closed. "As for how this shit bird flies, talk to the pilot." He points a finger forward, sitting back and just thinking of anything ANYTHING but the sensation that he is feeling right now as they continue on in the helicopter, his claws digging into the fabric of his duffle bag as he remains silent.
Menil shifts a little in the harness, grumbling quietly a bit to herself at being carried like cargo. She glances down below her at the buildings beneath. "Heh, kinda like flying regularly. ...except without feeling air beneath the wings." She taps the mic a bit with a forepaw and hmming, before saying through the mic, "Yo, anyone else in that other helicopter actually put those headsets on? I'm hearing half a conversation over there, which is weird."
"My tricks? I do." Edel asks, ear perking. "I've got them, yes. And... Well. We'll see, Redd. They do have a point," she says, bfore trying to work the headset over her ears before leaning against Angus, eyes closing.
Razz Hums and Finally pulls his headset on, nodding to Shirai. "I.. see.. thank you." he sighs "I'll do my best not to do anything stupid then...And.. we're leaving a bubble..." he winces. "great.. Still dislike that feeling.." he frowns, smothing shifting in hiswirsts slightly as he Frowns "well.. for those of you I dont know and.. dont know me..I'm Razz.." he nods again "and.. Kaijus.. as in huge monster things?.." he rubs his head. "nothings easy, is it?"
The other coyote also slides a headset on. "There are worse things than giant monsters out there... Like angry mobs with torches and shotguns. And they want you dead. Yeah, I'll take the kaiju any day." Redd coughs, "Can't outrun bullets, but I can definitely outrun monsters. Or, if the bubble supports it, I can do plenty of other things to them."
Sensuen keeps on digging through her duffel bag and finds her prized canteen, all stainless steel and smoke blackened not only for killing errent reflections, but also for cooking efficiently with just about anything from a fire to a solar cooker. It's full of milk, but maybe she'll find something else in San Diego, she doesn't really know. Sen still looks to her laser pistol, seems the hammer spring for the safety mechanism is working fine, who knew the toy factory had old gun parts in there. Sen looks up from her gear and says, "Yeah, it's a pitty that Phos couldn't come, can nanites still make stuff over there?" then she thinks she should probably pick a few nanomagics up that support the making of stuff. Sen then gets a flash inspiration to make a tree shooting ballista and just thinks, "Oh hell no." and sticks to her original plan of trebuchet, which she's been reading about in the library as well to get some understanding of. Sen asks. "What if they're short on artilery? What's good for killing Kaijus? Or at least taking them out of the fight for a long time." Sen sees a headset hanging from the ceiling near her and wonders who's on the other end. So she tries putting it on and says, "Hello? Anyone on the other end of this thing?" keeping an ear uncovered in case it links to the others. Sen looks to the others putting their headsets on and then asks, "I think you're familiar, are you that dragon? How's the outside ride? Last I checked I mean." Sen then looks to Razz and pulls the speaker of the mouth piece away from her face to say, "Hi Razz I'm Sensuen, or Sen for short." then listens to what the others have to say.
"Hold onto your asses. We're exiting the Fairhaven Bubble now." McGregor reports over the radio, shortly before the whole thing rattles a bit as those with fancier forms or abilities suddenly felt drained, almost like they just used up all their energy to do anything beyond what was normally humanly possible. "As for what we're looking for, it's more the bulk of already processed materials, and the vehicles and other assorted equipment they have in use down there." She says, glancing back a moment.
"San Diego has a bubble of it's own, and scouts that've combed the area and done experiments can confirm, if you got nanite-powered abilities and such, they'll work there." Hernanandize explains as McGregor focuses on flying again. "And don't worry. Me and John were Army Combat pilots. Flew in Somalia in because '91. We know what we're doing." He says, grinning as he turned back to navigating, as they had a note pasted to the dash over a screen that read 'GPS Eaten by Nanite, use map and compass DUMBASS." Hernandize sighs. "Hey, it'll be about a 4, 5 hour flight so get comfy, nap a bit, talk. Just no fucking each other back there. Unless you wanna clean it up, and pay for any damages to the helicopter when we crash from your thrashing around."
Shirai covers her muzzle with a hand at Forkbomb's tangent, muffled laughter audible nevertheless. "First time I've heard THAT one. Sounds more like something an agent would do than a professional, but hell - some professional environment THAT place is these days. You'd do better putting whatever server space you'd be giving me towards books or server space for running technical work on. In case you didn't notice, Fairhaven's a shithole right now and the big three are putting the majority of the burden of rebuilding on us. Need whatever processing and storage power we can get to be focussed on rebuilding and teaching people how to before there's time for leisure activities." She replies.
Angus's comment is met with a nod. "Some heavy firepower he picked up. Gotta say I'm impressed." She notes, looking back over to the window and donning the headset now the rest of her prep's done. "Hate these things. Never seem to fit right over... Well, look at this skull." She grumbles, taking it off again for a moment to fiddle with it before putting it back on, an ear flicking a few times reflexively. The comment from Edel doesn't serve to instill any more confidence in the canine either, a soft grumbe escaping her throat in abject displeasure.
"You go for the vitals. If you can't hit any, or they don't have any, you go for the eyes and try to blind them. If you can't do either, fire's a good deterrant for most things. Treat it the same as killing any other mutant, only with a bigger target." She replies; "And Angus probably does have it covered. If you've seen the rifle he's packing at all. Failing that a clear shot at their eyes with this should deal with them nicely while he's lining up a shot."
As the convoy leaves the bubble, the canine shudders a bit. "Been a while since I've been out in the open without a bubble around." She comments idly, nodding to the cockpit as they give their explanation. "If any of these people are planning on it I'd sooner put a round in their crotches for wasting slots on the mission. Sound fair to you? It's not some vacation after all." She deadpans.
Forkbomb shrugs, slipping on the headphones and tapping the microphone a few times to see if it worked. Yup. Headache achieved. "Nah. Porn, in this particular case is a metaphor for the butter in the guns and butter model based off of the economics of public versus private goods as relating to recoup the loss of money from needing to upkeep the means of data storage." He blinks. Right, too long, even /he/ didn't read. "I'm saying you're getting a chunk of space without having to pay for it if I ever get it up. You can put whatever in it. Porn is just an analogue for data used for personal recreation, like a good book or some such." He shook his head. His stomach churned a bit. "Uff. Might save this for later. When we're not bubble hopping." He considered Angus with some good esteem. "Gotta say, I'm feeling a lot more comfortable with the coyote with a huge gun on our side. Just saying."
Angus for the most part just stays quiet on the ride, his eyes screwed shut as he wraps an arm around Edel, a little to much pressure keeping her close as he squeezes. "I got more then the gun." He mutters, ears flicking before folding back down as he barely notices them leaving the bubble.
Menil suddenly tenses her body all over as her body leaves the bubble, the sensation VERY unpleasant. Especially for someone who's never been out of the bubble ever, and uses the nanites as much as she does. "Urg.... oh god.... feel like I'm about to hurl..." she groans. "And yes, hi, I am dragon," she answers back over the radio. "Menil, if you didn't get the name. Nice view, but I think I'm gonna focus on not losing my lunch if you don't mind..."
"A nap sounds great," Edel says, not much minding the squeeze. Like a dog-teddybear. "Wake me up when we get there. And try to relax, Angus. We'll be fine. Alternatively, wake me up if there's an issue."
Razz nods slowly, "well..I see" he nods again "go for the eyes?....wasnt.. that a game Quote?" he tilts his head toughtfully and hums. "WEll.. Still, big bada boom." he nods again, shudering but smiling as he leaves the bubble. "hrrmm.. welp.. I might sleep.." he nods to them all, Closing his eyes and Leaning back. "Over and out. or.. something." he shrugs.
"Ehh, yeah, I'll just try to sleep too. Unless there's more briefings." Redd yawns, and leans back. "Not like anything's gonna happen in the air."
Shirai shakes her head. "Same comment, Forkbomb, wasn't it? Don't remember what you gave as your actual name. i'd say it's better used to provide services for rebuilding after P-Day but if it's your service then it's your call." She replies evenly, armor audibly clacking a bit as she stretches in her seat. "I'll keep a watch. Doubt it's necessary but I'd like at least one person in the back to be awake. Can wake you if something happens that way. We need you alert anyway." She replies.
Sensuen gets rather nauseous too as her muscles feel weaker all of a sudden, sore as well, but she knows it'll pass and just hangs in there for the most part trying not to puke. Sen talks into the headset and says, "You'll be fine, it's my first time out of the bubble too. I feel weak and nauseous too, but I've been through maybe worse before p-day. Some sleep doesn't seem like a bad idea though." and tries to go to sleep, tries, but ADHD won't let her. Her mind is dragging her body along kicking and screaming, so she holds together and doesn't sleep quite yet. Sen just stays on the line, however fucked up she feels, with Menil to try to keep her entertained, and for someone to talk to.
It's too freaking easy sometimes. "Menil, that's why you're on that chopper, and we're on this one. Because when, say, Sensuen ralphs, it fits in a bag. If you Ralph, it barely fits the helicopter." Forkbomb snarked into the mic. He's feeling alright now. He's guessing he's doing alright because, well. Human. "Did say this in the briefing, but my name is Shawn Michelle Krakowski. Forkbomb's my old online handle, and I think the smart decision would be to, you know. Rotate shifts. Shirai, you get first, I'll get second, and maybe someone else a little later on. We don't gotta figure every little detail out right away."
The flight itself is pretty uneventful. About 4 and a half hours later, the pilots start seeming nervous in their own ways. Angus and Edel, if they're awake, would recall this was roughly about the same time as when they got a SAM fired at them. But no SAM is launched, no buzzers, no rattling. The helicopters fly smooth and steady. As they reach that point of passing the missile last time, some 2 minutes later, that feeling of weakness and illness leaves everyone as the nanites in them kick back into gear with the aide of the bubble they just entered. Which is signaled by the helicopter shuddering a bit.
"I fucking HATE bubble entry and exit. Always rattles the frame." McGregor growled, flicking a few of the switches to help alleviate the helicopter's strained frame. "Alright kiddies, rise and shine. We're nearly there." McGregor says, flying to the training strip they used last time, though this time was different. There was a couple of tents set up with 2 HMMWVW's sitting nearby, and several Marines in kit. They seem quite surprised by the load underneath the RSX Chinook, but quickly corral that surprise and work to make sure the landing zone is clear. Menil is the first of the Triumverate Team to land, the harness eased onto the ground before being removed from under her, thus allowing the other helicopters to land without risking crushing her underneath. One of the Marines present, dressed in the service dress Marine uniform as opposed to the utility uniform the rest were in with body armor and weapons, was waiting in front of the largest tent. Her garrison cap was sitting roughly center of her head, resting between the large canid ears that rested atop her head as well.
Hernandize opened his door and jumped out as the props spun down, and opened the hatch on the right side of the UH-60M Blackhawk, while McGregor did the same on the left to allow everyone in it to get out easily. Of course, the pair of RSX pilots also reached into the troop bay and grabbed ahold of their chosen weapons and slung them. The Marines around the two landed helicopters sniggered, but didn't stop anyone.
Shirai stretches a little tiredly, taking a long pull from the bottle of energy drink she'd brought along, giving each crew member a shake to pull them back into reality. "You heard the pilots. Let's move." She barks, before stepping out of the aircraft. The marines are eyed suspiciously; it's plain that she doesn't seem to trust them any more than the rest of the operatives present, at least - though it could be hard to tell. "Good morning. I'll take it you're in charge here?" She greets, offering a hand out to the fancily-dressed individual in the crowd.
Sensuen gets out of the helicopter, the weakness having passed and returned as she grabs her duffel bag and gets off the helicopter, not knowing what awaits them after this. Sen sees they landed in a military instalation, kind of expected that really, but she can't tell what they all think of this team. But then, it's not her place to judge them of course. Sen hopes that this mission goes more smoothly than the last time.
Angus was already grabbing his duffle bag, helping to wake Edel up, and heading out the door the moment the helicopter set down. He hops out of the copter, afixing the marines with a rather harsh glare as he keeps his left hand right on the revolver at his hip. "Long time no see." He greets them, no hint of a smile on his muzzle.
Menil groans and wakes up once they enter the bubble, rubbing her head. Once they set down, she stumbles off to the side and out of the way to not get crushed. She sits back on the haunches and shakes her head a few times, trying to get the out of bubble sensations out of there. "Ugh.... wonder if a minibubble can be set up somehow on those helicopters," she comments to herself. She sets the dufflebags down on the ground once they've landed, making sure everything is still in there and intact quietly.
Edel adjusts her glasses and yawns softly as Angus wakes her. "Thanks," she mumbles, stretching out as she steps from the helicopter. "It's been a while, yeah," she greets, giving a little wave to the welcoming party. "Such a long flight."
Razz blinks as he wakes, nodding to Shirai and Exting, Stretching as he does so. "note, a claymore on your back is not comfortame when slee-oh..." he eyes the marines in Front of him and blinks, Scratching the back of his head slowly. "can we maybe.. not have a shootout toni-wait what time is it?.." he shrugs and yawns again. "Sooo shall we.. do something or just stare awkwardly?..."
Redd slides out just after Razz, elbowing him gently. "Good first start is probably introductions. Hello, my name's Redd, formerly employed by Zephyr, now of RSX." He offers a hand to the well dressed woman in uniform. "And yours is?" The yote holds his hat in his other hand, a friendly smile on his face.
Forkbomb proceeds to scan the area and take a look at the devil dogs around. Huh. The people in the San Diego bubble didn't look /that/ different from the people in the Fairhaven bubble. "Forkbomb. Real name is Shawn." He pipes up, almost absent-mindedly. "We come in peace." He had to.
Several of the Marines grin and wave at Angus. "Hey! The Cig Man is back! Got any more?" One calls out, his grin seeming to be covering the whole of his muzzle, his tail wagging in overtime. The Marine officer, her collar pipes were a bit 'railroad' tack, Captain's rank. She glances at the hand offered, and politely clasping it. "Captain Cranston. We'll finish this chat inside." She says simply, turning and walking into the tent, pulling her cap off. Of course her tail is only slightly wagging. The interior of the tent was clearly an attempt at putting together a meeting space of sorts. Of course, it was a bunch of folding field chairs and a couple of card tables put together.
McGregor and Hernandize looked at each other and shrugged, walking in. Of course, Mister Yutilzin has a tad more trouble easing himself into the tent, as the arrangement was meant for humans of average size, not a centaur, but he manages. As they look over, there is several glasses of water and brown packages. "Sorry for the lack of a nice meal to go with this discussion, but most of the base is currently afield with our current big trouble. Coronado Beach is getting hammered by another of those giant monsters again." Captain Cranston says, her ears flicking every so often as she waited. "General Shepard hopes you didn't have a troublesome flight."
"No trouble on the flight in, Captain." Shirai replies curtly, looking back over her shoulder as she enters the tent. "I'm guessing they weren't this polite last time, were they?" She asks Angus, gesturing to the marine that had made the 'cigarette man' comment, taking a seat and keeping a hand on her m1911.
Forkbomb digs into his pants and whips out the bag of trail mix that Shirai gave him with a howl as if he were pretending to be Bruce Lee beheading a dude. Without missing a beat, he just goes completely deadpan, opens the bag, and pours out a bit. "I got food covered, thanks to the nice lady here. Anyone want some before I just eat the whole thing?"
Angus cocks the hammer on his revolver, the thing staying in its holster for now as the Marine gets a glare that would could, and should, murder. "You could say that." He answers Shirai, hackles raised for a few moments before people start moving, his focus back on the situation as he just continues to carry his duffle bag towards the meeting location.
Menil is satisfied that nothing fell out during the trip. She zips up everything, putting it on her back, before padding off on all fours to the meeting area. She glances at Yutilzin heading in, hmmming. She's not MUCH larger she thinks... carefully she tucks her wings in, and carefully squeezes in, finding a spot in the corner without any chairs to sit back down on her haunches at.
Edel gives Angus a light little punch on the shoulder and grins. "Oh relax, Angus. No need for the posturing. We're all here on diplomacy, remember?" She says, following into the meeting tent. "So, what kind of problem?"
Razz nods and follos "Razz." he says, shrugging "as much as I'd love to do all that, I suggest we get to the task at hand.. tho.. Are there any Gift shops left? I feel like I should get a souviner.." he grins rolls his shoulders, ears Perked and listning.
"If I may be blunt, I'll admit I wouldn't expect the marines to have too much trouble dispatching a monster... Or have the artillery pieces all gone missing?" Redd rubs at the sides of his muzzle. "Though, I might be able to pull some nasty tricks on your monsters. No promises though." He mutters to himself. "As long as they are nanite based, at least."
Sensuen looks to the welcoming party as well and tries to converse with them, no shame in trying after all, and says, "Hi, yeah, no traffic though." feeling everything, even weapons, are still attached. She thinks that maybe now isn't a good time to go rooting around in her green bag of mystery, she did just pack the one side arm, but it's true that she forgot a crossbow, but thankfully she can just use her pistol if anything comes up, maybe, she hasn't pushed her abilities practicing with it for sure, so she should for excursions like this. Sen gets off the helipad and sits down, dropping her duffel bag beside her and waiting for further instructions. Though the weight of her armor was well distributed, she wasn't used to wearing it and it kinda cut into her fatigue, lots of stuff to improve on really. Sen takes a break for a while until she feels the burning in her legs subside then pops back up with her duffel bag slung back over her shoulder. Sen says, "Shawn's right, we do come in peace. We heard about your manufacturing problems and we're here to help with that. And if you're having feral problems, a few of us even packed weapons to deal with them." before she hears of feral trouble and walks into the tent to join the others, introducing herself and asking. "I'm Sensuen, or Sen for short what can I do to help?"
Captain Cranston shrugged. "I'm afraid that's all I'm cleared to tell you. Major Dunahan was supposed to be the liaison for this meeting, but he was called into the field to help." She says, gesturing to the chairs. "Please, be seated. We've been in long talks with your three, governing, bodies, though this is the first actual official talk." She says.
Yutilzin nods. "Indeed Captain. I'm John Yutilzin, here as the representative of the Prometheans." He says, giving a bow. "Zephyr Inc.'s Mister Yankeer had personal matters to attend to that precluded his coming." He states, shrugging.
"Right. According to the files I was handed before this meet, he was not supposed to even be on the allotment for coming this way after his, handling of things previously." Cranston says, before looking over the rest present. "Mister Angus, Miss Edel, Mister Hernandize and Miss McGregor, I wish to apologize to our treatment of you and the other initial persons when you came this way last nearly 2 years ago." She says, bowing her head in respect.
Shirai shrugs. "I'm guessing you'll need us to head out and find Dunahan then, when we're done here." She replies, looking over her shoulder at Angus to see how the coyote responds to the Commander's apology, keeping quiet otherwise - no reason to speak out of turn or show disrespect for lack of attentiveness in the meantime.
Forkbomb tips out a little more trail mix into his hand, empties it into his mouth, and munches quietly to himself. There was no real reason for him to speak up quite yet. Adults are talking, no need to incriminate himself into making an effort one way or another quite yet. He looks mildly surprised nobody took him up on his offer, though. Must be that Frequent Crazy Flier rewards are non-transferable.
Angus squints at the officer, narrowing his eyes as he nearly speaks, before he decides to change the subject. "If the problems that big we can help you, would make things that much easier for both sides, and would let us see if we can work together." He mutters, his fur still on end.
Menil listens into the conversation, still not knowing much. Her tail twitches occasionally behind her, flexing her paws, glad to be out of the harness riding underneath that helicopter. ...and being inside a bubble is nice too. "You also mentioned having manufactory problems?" she asks. "We could look at that as well. Gear shortages could be fixed in short order if you have the raw materials."
"Two years?" Edel speaks, letting out a whistle. "Has it really been that long? How time flies. But yes, we're here, so we might as well do what we can to help." She runs a finger along her bow, nodding. "As long as we know what to help with at least."
Razz just nods, ears twitching as he Listens. The wolf seemed oddly silent or maybe he was keeping his mouth shut so as to not say something stupid-who knows?
"I have to agree with Edel, if you can't give us any details, can't really help too much." Redd nods, listening intently. Not that there was much else to do, for now.
Sensuen looks around and says, "Well, it's clear that this all boils down to security. You need more weapons that can take down these kaijus, I've fought a few in an island off of fairhaven and they kicked my ass. Angus is great at making superpowerful man portable weapons, I know that. I'm not totally sure about what the last incident two years back was about, I'm sure we can leave that in the past. What do I know is that we're asking for resources in good faith, and I don't want to tear down the trust that we may have already built up. We seem to be going for a mutually beneficial relationship here so trust will be key. Let's just try to move forward as better people from here for ourselves, and the people that we're all trying to defend." trying to get things moving in the general direction of forward, for the people of San Diego.
McGregor chuckles, and leans on teh chair in front of her. "RSX sent me and Franklin here to act as diplomats, probably cause we understand shit the military does. It's not that you don't want to tell us, it's that YOU don't know." She says, smirking, causing the Marine Captain to blink and look around. "It is. You're being kept in the dark. I'm guessing the ground pounders in body armor and armed are teh same. The runts if you will." She says, getting a growl outta the Marine.
Yutilzin blinks and looks at McGregor while Hernandize sighs and pinches the bridge between his eyes. "Damn it John, you gotta piss the Marines off even now? We're not Army anymore." He mutters. "While John lacks tact, he's got a point. If it was all hands on deck for a trouble, why aren't you all there?" He states. Cranston huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.
"If you know so much, then tell me, what are we dealing with then?" She states. To which McGregor grins.
"Something big enough that you ain't got the firepower to deal with. Even with every tool in the armory that's still functional." McGregor says, grinning.
"Then start acting like diplomats." Shirai deadpans, shooting McGregor a withering glare. "It doesn't matter if they're in the dark or not at this point." Apparently siding with Hernandiz's comment. "We were expecting a congregation here anyway. It's still possible they didn't take the entire squad to leave a welcoming party and point us in the right direction." she suggests evenly. "Besides, I don't think they'd want to leave our group completely unmonitored in their lands. I wouldn't expect they trust us entirely - otherwise why would it have taken two years to organize talks?" The painted wolf turns back to the front, then shrugs. "Kaiju are certainly a problem, we knew that at the outset."
Forkbomb rubs his forehead. "So, if you all don't know what we're supposed to do here, could you take us to who we are supposed to meet about setting something up? I mean, you're a cool set of people, I think we can make some wonderful things happen together, but we're all at the tail end of a long helicopter flight. Mind at least taking us somewhere safe where we won't get eaten?"
Menil sighs a bit, rubbing the size of her head with a forepaw. "Okay, uh, yes. Take me to the things to fix or the things to breathe fire at?" she replies. She doesn't really have much, if any, experience in diplomacy. She figured she was mostly along as a bodyguard or to fix things, or both. "Finding this general who seems to know what's actually going on seems to be a good start I think, though?"
"Well. We, those of us that came here from the outside, might be able to handle it. Won't know til we try, now wil we?" Edel says, brushing her hair back. "But I suppose we'll have to find and speak to someone else about that, huh?"
Angus flicks his ears, stepping forward to drop his duffle bag on the table before opening it up. Reaching in he pulls out a single round, a heavy duty twenty millimeter round the length of a full grown mans hand, before sitting it on the table. "Consider yourselves armed with enough firepower now." He comments, delibratly ignoring the pilots. "All I need is time to set up the rifle and it can, and will, take out a Kaiju. And I've got enough ammo here to make anyones day a shitfest."
Razz just strugs, Frowning and what was was just.. arguing and blaming.. he nods to the others but still remains Slient, Tapping away at his wrist comm, atleast untill Angus Pulls out a round at which point he whistles, that was impressive.
"Before we try to blow the Kaiju's head off, have you actually had any luck trying to talk to it?" An obvious question, worth asking. "Not to be rude, but I've heard plenty of stories about people shooting first when talking would have worked just fine. Mostly in Iraq's early days." Redd glances to the side. "That said, it depends if the Kaiju are actually mutants, if they're the supernatural sort, I don't think bullets are gonna do much, no matter how big."
