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San Diego Act V - Conflict of Interests - RPLOG

2017-09-08T18:38:42Z

Glein:

=Participants=
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Ebreus]]
* [[Cerl]]
* [[Gcc]]
* [[Allura]]
* [[Anagram]]
=Date=
07/09/2017
=Log=
Tensions were certainly climbing, and not in the ways people had expected. Firstly, with the new building materials, RSX and the Prometheans had begun improving and even building anew, their 'regions', giving a sense of growth to the areas they managed. However, one of the big three factions had gotten, in effect, cut off due to decisions made by those in charge. Zephyr, was not seeing any of the gains to their regions after they attempted to demand a different delivery arrangement with teh San Diego Marines. Now, they've taken to 'aggressive business practices' to force the change in arrangement. What did this mean? Tehre was now a blockade established at the main delivery space the Marine were using. Zephyr of course, didn't build on the outside of the bubble. They had too many Security officers who needed regular access to nanites to do their job.

So the pair of walls established to enforce the blockade had two purposes - The outside facing wall was intended to stop the Marines from trying to bring their supplies into the city proper. The inside facing wall, was to keep RSX and the Prometheans from trying to reach the Marines anyways. Both were manned with a full compliment of 20 guards, 5 of which were 'resting' currently.

The Marines were sitting in their MTVR's and HMMWV's, talking quietly amongst each other while their LT was busy on the radio in the lead HMMWV with her chain of command. On the Fairhaven side of the wall, RSX and Promethean representatives, more the ones supposed to help get the deliveries, milled about while waiting for hte Agents they called for to arrive.

"Well, well. Who would have seen this coming?" Edel muses out loud, voice dripping with sarcasm as she saunters onto the scene. "The dim witted moneybags talked themselves out of a deal and then threw a fit over it! Bravo." She adjusts the strap of her bag, eyeing the blockade. "Typical. I don't suppose you could just find a different meeting spot?"

Ebreus smiled when he got the call for this mission. He knew it'd happen after negotiating to buy half of Zephyrs share of the Marines supplies. Having been hanging out with Allura when they get the call he offers to fly her there and with her acceptance hoists her onto his back before taking off. He flies, mostly gliding as if an eagle or other raptor, toward the meeting place. Feeling the nanites grow thinner he swoops low to land just outside where the fun was happening. He sets Allura down and examines the situation.

Seeing the blockaid, and Edel, he waves and says, "Yeah, greed and stupidity, two hard drugs that are often mixed and never should be." he sighs and telepathically continues to Edel, 'Think the Marines made any of that tranq gas?' After speaking to Edel he turns his attention to the blockaid and aproaches until there is any response, keeping his shield ready in case the first response is viiolent, then if it isn't he says. "Hello, mind if I ask what you lot are up to?"

Cloaked in her usual veil of invisibility, Cerl hurries to the place specified in the Promethean broadcast for help. Spotting Ebreus already on site, she decides to remain cloaked and let him handle any negotiations while sending a quick telepathic message to him to alert him to her presence, and to let him know he now has a hidden ace card. She then finds a spot where it would be extremely difficult to detect even the slightest ripple given off by her invisibility but which she can set up with a nice spot to snipe from should negotiations fail and things get violent, well out of detection range of the Zephyr soldiers she can see with the special patches.

Allura being quiet and although she did have a bit of her mind elsewhere she follows beside Ebreus with a hand at her stomach, air travel as the passenger was never her thing. Letting him talk as she keeps close, having never been to the bubbles edge she was rather nervous despite still being within it.

Anagram approaches the walls from the city's side, not really paying attention to the promethians and possibly RSX that have taken up camp. He just walks right through confidently, knocking on the wall's door. "Anagram, Zephyr employee reporting for station." He almost sounds bored, like the beuracracy is weighing on him. He looks over to Gcc as he waits for the door to open for him.

Gcc follows Anagram, appearing not quite bored with the situation.

There was no violent response to Erebus's approach, though several weapons are trained on him specifically. When Anagram and Gcc approach, they are let in after reporting who they were. The RSX and Promethean folks that weren't agents were sitting by the carts they normally used nervously, not wanting to approach closer than the 30 feet from teh wall they were, for fear of being shot. Only a couple of them were actually combatants, to make sure the goods got to where they were supposed to get.

"Promethean Agent Ebreus, you are asked to turn around and return to the marked 20 foot point of this blockade. If you do not comply, we will be required to open fire. Nothing personal, just orders." The Security Sergeant in charge of the blockade says. Of course, Cerl could see from her point that the Zephyr blockade facing out of hte city, and thusly, towards the Marines, had more heavy weapons than the Fairhaven side, but there were also a lot of Marine weapons pointed back as well. It seemed that the situation on THAT side of the blockade wasn't so clean, but there wasn't anyone shooting anyone else yet.

Allura stood alone at the twenty foot mark, she was here to figure out about the supplies and why they where not being moved. She looks around not really recognizing any emblems or much of the wall. If anyone armed or not came close, she would ask for a moment of their time, and try to find out just what is necessary about all of the firepower.

Edel nods towards Ebreus. "A pity, truly. But they are two things that often allow people to rise to power, unfortunately." She looks over to the security sergeant next and clicks her tongue. "Such violence. Taking orders from brutes, now?" she passes by way of judgement. She seeks the negotiators from the other two, tail flicking behind her.

Cerl carefully slots a bolt gauranteed to really ruin someone's day with the nasty chemical cocktail attached to it's explosive head, and then settles down to watch and listen, still cloaked with invisibility.

Ebreus shakes his head and says, "Alright, don't particularly want to be shot. 'Course you know I have orders as well." He begins to back away upon hearing Cerls voice in his head to which he quickly replies, 'Can you reach the Marines Leutenant with telepathy?' He nods a polite greeting to Anagram when the German Shepard passes him and reaches out with telepathy to him as well, 'Hey. Couldn't help but notice you're boredom. I can offer some excitement if you'd like.'

Before Anagram enters, he answers Ebreus with his own telepathy: 'Don't want this to blow up in my face, thank you. If you can get this sorted, I won't stop you from talking.' After entering, he climbs up to stand on the inner-facing wall, looking down at the people outside the walls. He just stands there, waving to ebreus.

After getting herself settled in her sniper nest, Cerl fires a quick radiotelepathic message back to Ebreus. *Of course I can't reach them with telepathy. Noone could. They're out of bubble.*

The Sergeant shrugs. "Just doing my job Miss." He says, and looks over at the situation going on with the other side. Anagram and Gcc of course, get to hear part of the arguement going on. "I'm sorry, but even if you chose another part of the city to enter from, we'd just be obligated to blockade that route too. No, I don't care that you have orders and access to heavy ordinance if need be." Some poor helpless guard on the wall facing the Marines was saying. The reponses from the MArines were a bit fainter, since he was on the wall opposite of them.

"What... If we destroy the blockade?" Edel asks, then, turning her attention back over. "Hypothetically speaking. How many times would we need to break it and send people scattering before they give up? How many til the costs outweigh their stubborness?" Her ear twitches as she regards the sergeant.

Ebreus backs to just under twenty feet from Anagram and nots in aknowledgement of the wave. He sends a telepathic message to Anagram, 'Alright, let's try to resolve this without gunfire.' He then calls to the Zephyr employee who told him to back off the first time, "It I may ask: What, specifically, are your orders?" He then telepathically speaks to Edel, 'I'd estimate three to eight times dependant upon Zephyrs construction standards. It's entirely doable but I think I have a better way of doing it. I need to communicate with the Leutenant in charge of the shipment.'

Anagram thinks a bit, moving his gaze across the crowd of people. He then smiles. Who needs telepathy when you have technology? Using his interfacing nanomagic, he connects to his comm and pages Ebreus: 'I have an idea to get the marine's stuff around the blockade, but it will take a good amount of 'convincing'. Are you up for it?'

Cerl sends a radiotelepathy message to Ebreus, *Why don't you just go down the road a little, and make a tunnel through the buildings with your nanomagics. Might take you awhile to do it, and Z might move to plug the hole, but the current shipment would get through first.*

Gcc looks around for whoever happens to be in charge of the blockade.

Ebreus smiles as he recieves Anagrams message and replies, 'Nice, let's here your plan. I'm concocting one of my own.' Then swapts to responding to Cerl, 'That's my plan B. I've got an idea for this time around though.' And finally switches frequencies to the one used by the Marines, 'Hello? This is Ebreus, the Promethean Negotiator who delt with the last Z problem. Anybody in the convey remember me?'

Anagram keeps his texting to Ebreus: 'Yes I do have a plan. But I require compensation. Make it worth my time.' He keeps smiling, just standing there on the wall looking out at the crowd where Ebreus is.

It doesn't take Gcc long to find the Security Sergeant, who was on teh wall next to Anagram. "Establish a blockade, enforce said blockade. Maintain blockade until such time as the San Diego Marines are willing to accept Zephyr's proposal for a changed deal. I am authorized to use force, up to and including what would be classified as deadly pre-P-Day." He replies, sighing.

On the other side of hte wall, one of hte Marines steps out, growling something into the radio handset she was holding. It's hard to say why, but she doesn't look happy about it at all.

Gcc lustily murrs, "So what is the problem? This doesn't seem to be a problem for you, sir. What can I do for you that you or your men cannot do?"

Edel rubs her chin in idle thought. "You know, I have a different idea," she says, surveying the area. She needed to get into a conversation with the marines. The negotiators would have comms, at least. It is with that in mind she sets off to find- Or alternatively make, a path around the blockade. Perhaps through the wall of one of the buildings.

Ebreus smiles and replies to Anagram, 'I can provide compensation, a cover story, a distraction, and potentially actual cover.' He then takes a moment to double-check his comm, as best as his NICE Comm allows it to be checked for faults without brain-surgery and hums a slightly annoyed tune when he finds no problems. Now with the knowledge his comm, at least should be, working he texts Cerl, 'Something's up with Comms to the Marines. Can you reach them?' He turns his attention to Edel when she claims to have an idea and seeing her just back away he texts her as well, 'Care to share with the class?'

Cerl texts back to Ebreus, "Get a spare comm unit from someone, one small enough to be attached to a crossbow bolt, and maybe I can shoot it over to them with a note. It would need to be a really sturdy comm unit to survive the trip though."

Ebreus nods and looks to Allura and telepathies, 'Need to barrow your comm.' and, as covertly as he can, extends a hand to her for the Comm Unit. As he does this he texts Anagram, 'Clever, I'm checking all our options but that would be a great backup plan.' He then calls back to the wall, "I hear Zephyr claims to have better benefits than the Prometheans. Mind elaborating or are there rules about chatting while on blockaid work?" As he does this he tunes his comm to the San Diego Marine HQs frequency and tries to communicate, 'Hello? This is Ebreus, Promethean Negotiator. Zephyr is screwing with things. Checking if this'll go through.'

Anagram double checks in his head that everything would be in order for his plan if his deal succeeds. He then checks the encryption on his comm to make sure that Ebreus is the only one who could possibly receive his next page: 'I have enough underworld connections that all this stuff can be smuggled in and out without any problems. Say the word and I'll organize it all.'

Edel doesn't end up terribly far away. She didn't want to take all day walking around... So she picks a... Relatively close building. Yes, that'll do. It's still in sight of the blockade, but she'd just try to be... Subtle about it.

Cerl frowns to watch Ebreus trying to talk to incompatible systems with Allura's comm unit. She texts him real quick, "Quit screwing around and get a spare comm unit up here for me to send to them if you want to talk to them so bad."

The Sergeant shrugs. "We're doing our job. RSX and Prometheans don't like it. The big wigs were the ones who decided this, I'm just the bastard at teh short end." He states, getting back to making sure things were in order on the blockade.

"This is Camp Pendleton Communications, Marine Headquarters, Private Yanktown speaking. How may I help you Sir or Madam?"

Ebreus texts Cerl, 'I've got communications.' Then returns to speaking with Private Yanktown, 'Sir, and there has been a failure of communications resaulting in a temporary necessity to bounce communications through here for Promethean/Marine Communication. I need to know if the caravan is armed with the tranquilizer gas the design for which was sent home with the last caravan to return to San Diego.' He then looks over to Allura and seeing her a little zoned out checks with the RSX Guys. "Hey, I'm devising a way to defeat the blockaid, I need a physical comm unit. Have any spares?" he says.

Once in a building, Edel reaches out to rest her hand along the wall, applying her nanomagic in small amounts to... Make that small part of the wall not a problem. Unless she could find a window to sneak out of. Or a door. Anything to get her in a position to get around the blockade.

Gcc looks up and down the wall on either side of the outpost, looking for anything worth noting.

Anagram waits, not getting a response from Ebreus. He gets a little impatient, resending the page to Ebreus that he sent before. He thinks on it some more, wonderin gwhy Ebreus is taking so long.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but the RSX Comm relay is not for general use. And I'm afraid I cannot speak about that." Private Yanktown replies, sounding a bit upset at this message going on.

RSX's folks shrugs, none brought an extra comm unit, there wasn't any need till now. Same with the Promethean group present. Of course, over on Zephyr's blockcade, the mage that only Gcc and Anagram were aware of, due to his being inside the blockade's camp, as opposed to in plain side, growls. "Someone's using nanomagic to get around!" He says, pointing in the general direction of Edel's activity. But it was more a vague wave than any kind of pin-pointing. Meanwhile, the tension between the Marines and the Zephyr folks was definitely mounting, as several of the guards and marines over there were tightening their grips on their weapons.

Anagram stops. 'backup plan?' he thinks to himself. He looks up and down the wall and sees nothing at all. But knowing what Nanomagic can do (and having a good deal of it himself) his adrenaline rises. And once the nano mage points out its potential use, he starts off running in that direction.

Cerl sends a quick text to Ebreus again. "We technically outrank the prommies waiting to load the cart, order one of them to hand over their comm unit and get it up to me."

Ebreus takes a calm breath as he gets the response over the comm and says to the RSX Guys, "Alright." then moves over to the Promethean group and says, "I've got a plan for defeating the blockaid. I'm afraid I must ask for a Comm Unit from one of you. You have my word I will make every effort to see it returned, in as good condition as when it was taken, once the plan is complete."

Edel rubs her chin as she surveys the exit she has made, and the path to the marines. She sifts her fingers through her robe, touching upon a leaf. Ideas spring to mind and she starts scanning the room. First, near the makeshift exit, she builds a small ramp with landing... And then she is quickly about to try to put together a contraption that would provide a push...

Ebreus smiles as he gets the comm from the Promethean and then texts Cerl over his NICE Comm, 'I've got a comm. Where should I put it so that you can launch it?' He then sends a message to Anagram, 'Could you open the gates if there was a reasonable garantee no one would see you do it?'

Cerl texts back, "climb up the 3rd building to your right that has a destroyed wall overlooking the Zephyr blockade. If they order you back down, just leave the comm behind and I'll retrieve it." She then pulls out one of her bolts, removing the head and preparing it to receive the comm unit instead.

Anagram starts looking around for any sign that someone with nanomagic could have gotten through the blockade, but finds no trace. He's getting frustrated that someone is outsmarting him, but if he can't do anything then back to standing on the wall again...

Edel gets to work, building up her ridiculous contraption near the ramp, all within the confines of the building. Were she not trying to be sneaky, she might be cackling with mad glee. Instead, her striped tail flicks to and fro, kicking up, and collecting, dust as it often did.

Ebreus nods when he recieves Cerls text and walks to the building along a curved rout. Once at the building Cerl designated he leaps onto the building and begins to climb rollowing his instructions as he plans out a message to send to this comm, and of course checks it's number. 'Greetings Marines. We have devized a plan to defeat the blockaid. Assuming you have the tranquilizer gas gernades designed for use in our Weapon-bubble.' He then texts Cerl and Edel, 'My plan needs a distraction, big one. Either of you have such a thing?'

With all that was going on, there wasn't exactly a lot of traction seeming to go with dislodging Zephyr peacefully or forceably. Of course, that was harder to judge with how folks couldn't see all the angles. The Marines were arguing with Zephyr, and spoiling for a fight at this point, the RSX and Prometheans that weren't agents were well past teh 20 foot 'no-go' zone. As for the Agents? Well, that's where it gets interesting, what with Edel planning her rube goldberg machine, Cerl and Ebreus preparing their means of contacting the Marines, and Anagram doing his job in trying to help Zephyr enforce their enacted blockade.

The device was set! Now to put it into motion... And herself. She ticks off the start of it and quickly takes her place atop the ramp, invoking the powers of her objectifying leaf. To take the form of... A globe. Without the stand. Just the globe. Ready, waiting... For the contraption to knock into her to send her rolling off down the ramp... And hopefully towards the parking lot! She was glad she didn't eat before coming.

Ebreus leaves the Comm on the nearest windowsill as he's called out for climbing the building and drops, slowly, to the ground with the assistance of his wings. He walks away from the building as he wonders if Anagram will be helping, and how difficult it would be to instigate a controlled demolition of the nearby buildings onto the blockaid.

Cerl shifts slowly until she can grab the abandoned comm unit w/o someone spotting it just vanish from sight. Taking the time to affix the comm to the head of the shaft, and binding it there with leather straps, she then risks detection for the brief few moments it takes to sear the word "COMMS" into the leather straps on all sides. Fitting the bolt onto her crossbow, she watches and waits again for the perfect moment to shoot, when noone is looking in her general direction, arcing the comm bolt out into the parking lot a short distance from the marines...but far enough that they won't view it as a threat.

Anagram gets tired as the time wears on, finally getting around to answering Ebreus's page: 'If the doors get opened then there will be problems, even if I'm not responsible.' Anagram then decides that his time is better spent watching the marine's side of the walls, as the Promethians don't look like they'll cause any trouble any time soon. He doesn't see Ebreus anywhere in the crowd though, which is concerning but possibly because he isn't that perceptive.

Anagram, moving over to the Marine side of hte blockade, finally was in a position to finally hear what was going on. "Listen here you corporate asshole. The longer these materials sit here, and we don't get teh food, the more severe our retaliation will be. We got a lot of people down in San Diego needing that food, and we don't want to send military force up here to secure it, but as you DO have working farms and such, we will in order to reduce the number of rioters we're dealing with." The Marine in charge states, while the Zephyr guard sighs.

"You keep saying that, and I'm aware you've been keeping in touch with your superior's Lieutenant Terletter, but my orders are clear. Your materials do not move into hte city until your commanding officer agrees to Zephyr's demands. We'll provide the same amount of food as we're already slated to do so per the original agreement, but you're to provide us twice the amount of material." The Guard replies, double checking the sheet he had for the demands Zephyr was making.

"That's not a rearranging of the fucking deal, and I've told you that several times! That's fucking fleecing!"

Edel's plan worked! Uhhh, well, it would have if she had gotten those last two parts to work right. She did want to go flying through the air like a football, right? Into the HMMWV's windshield at that, right? Yeah, of coruse she did!

The bolt shot was right where it needed to be. Impacting into the mostly flat grass and dirt of the parking lot shrubbery. Sadly, the shot was timed so well, that the Marines didn't even see it sail through the air or notice it hit the ground.

The good news is she wasn't dizzy from the long trip over. The bad news is that hurt. But she made it! The disguise is dropped and she lays sprawled out over the hood of the vehicle. "My friends!" She proclaims groggily. "I have arrived." She lays her head down for a moment, eyes closed. "I come with ideas."

Ebreus hums as he considers his options. Going through the list he finds them getting prgressively more likely to kill the Zephyr security and less reasonably possible. He takes a look at the blockaid and sighs. 'Edel, were you responsible for that orb?' he texts her. He then sends a text to one of the organizers at New Dawn, 'Hello, letting you know ahead of time we might need backup to deal with this blockaid.'

Cerl sends a quick text to Ebreus. "That silly git Edel distracted the marines, noone saw the comm unit land. She's out there with them now though. Get on your comm, make it make some noise, attract attention. It's near the marines now they just have to pick it up, or have Edel point it out to them." She then preps her crossbow with the bolt gauranteed to ruin someone's day and returns to watching the soldiers on the barricade, ready to fire if necessary.

Anagram looks out at the Marines, disapointed that Zephyr doesn't know how to run a proper trade racket. He sighs, thinking over a means to solve the problem... A lot of ideas come to mind, but none of them result in his upper hand and everyone unharmed unless Ebreus agrees to his original idea.

Lieutenant Terletter is more shocked by the globe that hit the windshield turning into a tanuki, than the fact that the globe had sailed out and impacted the windshield in the first place. Zephyr's Security, was surprised as well, since, well, that sort of thing didn't normally happen.

Edel wiggles forward and slides off the hood onto unstead paws. "Ugh. Going to feel that in the morning. Yes, yes. I come bringing ideas!" She adjusts her glasses, which were fortunately spared due to her transformative state at time of impact. Though she does reply to the message. '... You could say that.' "Yes, ideas! So. Lieutenant. They won't let supplies through the city, right? What if... What if you just... Don't take supplies into the city?" She asks, gesturing around vaguely. "The world is large! The state is large. Maybe you can move the dropoff location to somewhere -not- on the city border. Without letting Zephyr know where. Then... Then! You can give the supplies to the other two and it's up to -them- to get it where it needs to go. Further, if Zephyr tries to stop them personally, there will be ~issues~!"

Ebreus grins when he gets the text from Cerl. He texts Edel, 'Glad you're over there. Give the Marines the Comm Cerl launched over. I need to talk to Lt. Terletter' He then switches to texting Cerl, 'Ok, now it is up to us to make the distraction since Edel is over there. It's the last thing we need. I might knock down one of the buildings.'

Cerl considers the options for creating a diversion, and considers firing an explosive bolt somewhere. Opting not to, preferring to just remain hidden and ready for now, she decides to leave it up to Ebreus to create the diversion.

Anagram facepalms as Edel is with the marines. He says to the guard next to him "That tanuki out there with the marines is a Promethian." He then wonders where Ebreus went, and gets concerned. "Something is not right."

The Zephyr guard rolls his eyes. "No, I doubt that much... Not with that kind of crazy stunt, especially leaving teh bubble like that." Still, the Zephyr security folks look more bored over this than dedicated, if only because they've been going at this for hours now and nothing's changed.

"Uhhh, what? Wait, hold on. Aren't you Miss Edel?" Terletter says, before nodding. "Right, you are. And we could, it'd get us out of this cluster fuck, but I can't even reach HQ now, something blew out the radio."

"I am, I am," Edel says, brushing her sleeve off. "I can take a look at your radio if you want, but no promises," she says, looking around. She was supposed to find something- Was that it? She wanders over the bush, presumably to fetch the pack to ferry it to the LT. "But! Yes. I would say just bypass those stingy sticks-in-the-mud with their corporate... Corporating."

Ebreus waits after sending his last text and takes a look at the buildings around him. He then texts Cerl, 'Let me know when Edel has given them the comm. Also move from that building I'm going to collapse it as our distraction.' He then spends the next few moments telling the rest of the Prometheans and RSX guys, via telepathy and texts, that the building is coming down and not to be alarmed in addition to preparing himself to bring it down.

Cerl texts back, "It's delivered, and you're leaving my building alone. It's the only one in the area with a good overlook on the barricade."

Terletter nods. "Sure. Got a massive squelch of static than something popped. Ain't none of us commo. We'd already radioed in another vehicle to help us on this end from FOB Redway. Called them in about 2 hours ago, so in about an hour we'll have commo for sure." She explained, then gestured to the Zephyr blockade. "And dealing with these assholes has been driving me up a wall. Fucking corporate bloodsuckers." The RSX and Prometheans present, when told to not be alarmed, well, it had hte opposite effect, most quietly starting to shuffle their way away from teh blockade area even more than they already were.

Edel rubs her chin, pondering. "It has been a while since I was doing contract work for military branches. I will have to remind myself of the terms later." She waves the comm around, smiling. "Take this. I think someone wanted to talk to you. I can take a look at your radio while you deal with that. I have shared my ideas."

Ebreus calls the Comm, "Hello? Ok, this should be working. I have a means around this blockade that should give them pause for setting up a new one next week. When the distraction hits gas them and charge the blockade before they can wake up. You have Gas Grenades, right?" he says.

Cerl just maintains her overwatch, crossbow aimed and ready just in case.

Terletter took the offered comm unit, and when it starts squawking, she rolls her eyes. "Negative. Still producing them. Getting some of the materials we need hasn't been easy." She replies, looking at what was going on. "Advise holding off one your 'plan'. Because I'd rather avoid a shooting war right now, if you respect my position. Me and mine are exposed, we ain't got enough armor to take any of the missiles tehy've got pointed at us, and I'd rather not loose the materials to begin with." she says, was gesturing for Edel to get into the HMMWV to fix the radio. there was a hint of electronic smoke smell in teh cabin, and opening the case mounted on the dash of hte vehicle revealed several popped safety measures for hte radio itself. At least THOSE did their jobs and kept the whole thing from exploding!

Edel clambers into the vehicle, tail curling up an around into her lap as she leans forward to get to work. Corporate politics were never her thing, but this? This suited her just fine. She gets out a few small tools she keeps on hand and fiddles, doing what she can until she eventually pops a hand out of the vehicle and gives a thumbs up.

Ebreus begins muttering curses to himself to hear that they don't have the Gas Grenades yet. He responds, "Alright, Plan B then." He then surveys the area for somewhere he could make an alternate rout for the caravan. Once done surveying he texts the head of personell dispatching, "Change of plans. Reinforcements likely will not be needed but at this point it is apparent that a rout to New Dawn that Zephyr cannot seize control over will be important to our ability to trade with San Diego." He sends the message and then texts Cerl, "Okay we're officially on Plan B. Can you obscure my actions while I tunnel through the buildings?"

Cerl responds to Ebreus with a text, "Only if you want me shooting explosive bolts around. No, I didn't bring any smoke grenades...besides which, that would just draw attention to you. We should withdraw from here and just go around the barrier out of reach of Zephyr then come back on the other side to deal with the San Diego group."

There was the sound of an engine rumbling, and soon a M2 Bradley is seen rolling up the road. Terletter nods to Edel, picking up the radio. "This is Hauler Actual. Advising we divert DZ. Zephyr Blockade not changing any time soon." She reports into the radio, and spends the next few minutes explaining herself, and why she'd gone radio silent when she did. Still, soon the Marines won't be here much longer. Bringing the comm unit up, Terletter turned it on. "Whoever's on the other end of this, we're pulling back. We'll be at FOB Redway, advise you find some route we can use to bypass teh blockade, or use as a DZ for these goods. We need that food too much to just kill the deal outright over this." She says, before slidding into the cabin of the vehicle, and directing the convoy back south. Zephyr however, seems less than pleased. And have taken to shooting at anyone who isn't flying Zephyr colors, and can prove they work for Zephyr, should they enter the blockade area. Seemed after reporting what happened, their bosses aren't too happy.

"My work here is done! For now." Edel hops back out of the vehicle, tail flicking. "I'm going to be taking the long way home, it seems, since they've gotten rather trigger-happy. I will keep my eyes open for any good routes or locations," she says, making her way off the freeway to skirt the city limits. It was only a matter of time til she reached the forest this way, and she did so love being out of the bubble like this.

Ebreus sighs when he hears he'd get no illusary cover and then upon hearing Terletter say the convoy was leaving he takes a deep breath before responding, 'Alright, we'll try to keep Z out of the area of the next drop.' He brings his top right hand to the pase of his snout in an annoyed expressen when he hears gunfire. "Alright let's get out of here before it becomes too temping to drop the building to their east on them." he texts Cerl and begins to walk away, filing his report to the Prometheans via text-message as he has no interest in returning to New Dawn at this point.

Cerl packs away her crossbow, then stands up. Snapping her wings open she launches into the air, a fast moving ripple that might get noticed if anyone sufficient perceptive were looking her way. With a few more powerful wingbeats, she turns for home.[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act V - Conflict of Interests - RPLOG

2017-09-08T08:16:33Z

Glein: Created page with "=Participants= * Buzamu * Edel * Ebreus * Cerl * Gcc * Allura * Anagram =Date= 07/09/2017 =Log= Tensions were certainly climbing, and not in the wa..."

San Diego Act IV - Denial of Order - RPLOG

2017-08-18T03:36:53Z

Glein: Created page with "=Participants= * Buzamu * Edel * Ebreus * Mokou =Date= 17/08/2017 =Log= Of all the reasons for Agents to get called in, trying to cool tempers between 4 factio..."

=Participants=
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Ebreus]]
* [[Mokou]]
=Date=
17/08/2017
=Log=
Of all the reasons for Agents to get called in, trying to cool tempers between 4 factions, is probably not one of them. There were about 30 people present currently, 15 of them being San Diego Marines, 5 RSX personnel, 5 Zephyr employees, and 5 Prometheans. Of course, the leaders of each of these groups were together, with a lot of yelling and arguing going on between them, though it seemed hte RSX representative of this whole thing was trying hard to calm things down, and failing.

Edel had helped get this entire thing going in the first place. It was only prudent to help see it to the end. It was questionable how she got wind of it, but she apparently did, given she was there. "I am really not sure why there needs to be so many complications in a simple trade agreement," the tanuki murmurs, brushing her fingers through her hair as she wanders closer.

Thelergramor remains cigarette-free. It's an issue. The wyrm, fox on the inside but, wyrm, is around. Watching. Quietly. For now. Standing off to the side of the group, but not more than 5 feet from the nearest upset Zephyragent, leaning against a sign, watching for the first person to say something he deigns important... Or whoever has a cigarette. Both are important. He gives Edel a wave, but remains quiet.

Ebreus flies toward the meeting place, carrying Mokou on his back almost respemblant of how a Dragon would be ridden in movies, as they fly Ebreus says, "It seems like this'll be a tense negotiation. It'll be an interesting endevor to fix relations, if we can." as they glide to the ground. He grabs ahold of Mokou as he rights himself for landing then sets the Fennec on the ground. "Let's check in on the groups to get a sense of what we're dealing with." he says as he walks acrosts the edge of the Bubble.

There was a difference between being called into a mission, and being brought in, or dropping in. An agent herself, Mokou found the situation about this rather... peculiar. Not the least of which was her ride. Looking upon the squabbling ones below, she could but give a quiet nod back to Ebreus as they glided in closer. "Tense is an understatement. Something happened, and noone is happy with it." The ground approached, the fennec shifting slightly in that grasp... before nearly leaping out of that hold, tumbling upon the ground. Wincing for a moment she shook herself, a flick of that tail and a brush of her pants given. Ears flicked as she turned to the mass, a firm nod given. "Alright... So what the devil is going on here?"

The Marine Lieutenant present growled, and stepped away, throwing her hands up in the air. "Tell it to this fucking idiots!" She barks, stepping over to the trucks that had been loaded down with what looked like girders and other construction pieces. The three faction representatives however, sigh and shake their heads. The RSX representative steps back, letting the agents deal with this. Of course, Zephyr's rep shrugs nonchalantly.

"We've deemed that the goods the Marines have brought aren't worth their demanded price." The man says, his lab coat hanging loosely off his body. The Anime babe-formed Promethean grumps. "And they've abused ferals they've come across before dumping them off on us. The poor things were half dead!"

Edel nods politely to Thel, offering a little wave before she looks to the various representatives as they air their grievances. "Is that it?" She takes a deep breath and sets her hands on her hips. "The Prometheans should know by now that battle always happens when the ferals cause a ruckus. Did they go further than needed? Maybe? I wasn't there, I don't know." To the Zephyr one she simply shrugs. "That's just basic economics then. If you don't want it, don't take it. I am sure RSX would be more than happy to take your share. I am sure they'd love to have the lion's share of resources for rebuilding." Stoke their rivalries, perhaps. "In the end for bother of you, I am not sure I see what the fuss is. Do you want the supplies, or not? If you want to find another source... Well, I am sure the marines here can find any number of ready trade agreements for supplies."

Thelergramor eyes the prommy warily. "...Did you finish the job?" Evil grin, shouldn't troll the pacifists... He shrugs a bit, falls quiet again for another couple of seconds. He came unarmed and is regretting it now. He looks over to the marines, then at the zephyr agent, rsx leaderguy gets ignored for leaving his agents to do the work... Glances at Edel, then back to the Zephyrman. "So who exactly deemed them not good enough then? You or...?" Gestures vaguely, a short look at the other agents that arrived.

Ebreus looks over the four faction leaders failing to get along and takes a deep death. Seeing someone, having never met Edel before, starting to handle the situation he smiles a little and aproaches the leader of the San Diego Marines. "Excuse me but may I ask a few questions? I am a negotiator sent here to prevent some of our more... zealus people from ruining relations." he says, making every effort to not say this loud enough for the Promethean leader to easily be able to overhear.

Mokou felt her brow dip, furrowing as she looked betwixt the representatives. Squabbling over prices like farmers over a prized heifer. She flicked her ears at the comments that Edel shared with rest of them, making certain to keep her lips sealed. Little sharp.. but sealed. But perhaps... "Battles are an inevitability... But there is a difference between lashing out, and clearing a path for a time..." Peering over to the others though, she sighed and stepped back, "I can't tell you the good price of any of what you have... So I can't speak to that. But... An agreement might... be reachable, yes?" She perked a brow, glancing betwixt them with a slight smirk. "Or of course, there could be no agreement. I'm certain the goods can be taken to other bubbles... or locals."

The Marine looked over at Ebreus's approach. "Sure. Not sure how much traction you'll get." She gruffs, reaching into the cab of one of the trucks and pulling out a pack of cigarattes. "Want one?" She offered, pulling out one for herself.
Minewhile, the Zephyr rep shrugs. "It was judged by those who have degrees in engineering that these materials weren't the right quality. I'm just the messenger." He states, while the Prommie rep huffs, giving a very 'anime' like stopping of her feet with a crossing of her arms. RSX rep though, she just shrugs her shoulders. "Fredric," She states, pointing to the Prommie, "has been throwing a fit over the idea of the Marines protecting themselves and their cargo through teh city. Keeps saying they should just fuck and be fucked. Marines, didn't take too kindly to that. And Brian's literally just a mouthpiece." She says, getting glares from the both of htem. "Seriously, RSX is willing to continue trading with teh Marines. If you two want out, fine by me. We get all the materials, and we've got plenty of food to share. Sure, we don't have nearly as good of nanite experts, but something's better than nothing."

Edel looks to the others that had arrived and offers nods of greeting all around before turning her attention to the RSX representative. After hearing the elaboration, she looks towards Fredric. "You know the world doesn't work like that. Feel free to like it. To hate it. To curse it aaaall you want. Let us be realistic." She jerks a thumb towards the supply vehicle. "The Prometheans are about building a better future right? Is this incident worth turning away those supplies? Those that can be used for the greater good and all that?" To the Zephyr representative she next turns, adjusting her glasses. "They have a point. I am a fairly proficient builder myself, and I can offer appraisal of my own if you want, but even then it doesn't take a genius to know that in the bubble, it's a seller's market for things like this. Does Zephyr really want to see all that go to the competition?"

Thelergramor idly taps a claw against his goggles... If there is no deal he would really have liked to have been armed... Loot and such... "Well, shit if they have degrees then they know what they're talking about better than I do... But you know we need this loot more than the others do. So, uh..." Perks a bit, having lost his thought completely. Twitches his head towards the pack of cigs being offered... To someone other than him! Ebreus! The wyrm looks back at the Zephyrman. "...Give me a minute." He, trying not to look too obvious in his approach, just sidles over to the marine, his tail curling around his leg so as not to drag on the ground. Does his best to look at least a little... smooth. "...Hey, how you doing? Can I get one of those? Can't focus."

No he cannot.

Ebreus shakes his head, "No thank you." he says. He glances a Thel then back to the Marine, "I just need to peice together all the grievences then it shouldn't be too hard to treat them all. Other than what Fredric and Brian have already made apparent do you have any thing to add in terms of problems to solve? And in relation to solving problems you have 40mm Gernade launchers, right?"

The fennec spent a few moments standing back, those wide ears of hers taking every word that was stated, trying to piece together the situation and solution. The RSX lass at the very least recapped the issue well enough. Crossing her arms across her chest, she shook her head with a light sigh. "Of course. Send a radical, mouth piece, and generalist. That's... good." Lifting her hand to her brow, she slowly rubbed her temples before glancing back to the one known as... Fredric, a slight frown given. "They are right on this at least... Pick your battles dearie..." Approaching the anime lass, she shook her head. "Fighting doesn't fix the long term problem... but the short term is the problem."

Fredric huffed. "I don't see why so many of you have to be violent to the Ferals! They're just prometheans that haven't been taught any better yet." She stated, trying to take hte high ground. RSX's rep just sighed and leaned back, waiting for it to all blow over. Brian shrugged. "Go ahead. I'm not qualified to make that kind of call."

Meanwhile, over with the Marines, the lieutentant chuckled, passed Thel a cigarette. Even as she was lighting hers, she shrugged. "Honestly, the amount of trouble we deal with getting this stuff this far, you'd think they'd be a bit more willing to understand we're just asking for food ot help feed folks back in San Diego, and get people who actually understand the Weapon and it's effects to help us deal with any further headaches it could cause." She says, and the ngestured over to the trio that were half the issue, she sighed. "honestly, if it weren't for how active your weapon is compared to ours, I'm sure if we wanted to go raider, wouldn't be a cohesive enough force to stop us. But we won't. We're Marines, and god damn it, our job is to help people. Not be monsters." She says, ignoring the black furred, muzzled and lowered tail state she was in.

"Not everyone is interested in getting down and dirty with every feral that comes knocking," Edel remarks with a snort. "But that isn't the issue. These are building supplies. Buying them or not buying them doesn't change the fact of what happened. All you are doing is depriving of yourself of resources to start improving life for the ferals you stand up for."

The Zephyr representative gets a frown. "Well, if you can't make that call, why did they send you? If you don't want to buy, that's the end of it, isn't it?"

Thelergramor starts to drool a little, has tobacco... He holds it out for the marine though; he doesn't have a working lighter. "Thanks. If you have time later... Nevermind. I'll be good." Looks over the marine a bit. The goggles help. He shrugs a bit. "Corporate greed. It's kind of an issue here, they don't really care about suffering. Could probably feed the whole city without noticing but, nope, only feed their own agents... Speaking of which I have a couple crates of potatoes back home if you have ti-" Coughs, trying to stop and be good.

He offers Edel his opinion on Zephyr being here. "Really sounds like Z already decided and felt it necessary to send someone to let them know they changed their minds. I mean it makes sense to me. A little.

The wyrm looks back at Fredric. At least he thinks Fred is the prommy, he... was distracted. And in love. "Well... I'm violent to more than just ferals if it makes you feel any better. I'm equal opportunity violence. Just not today." Noone has paid him to today. v.v

Ebreus nods as he takes mental note of what the Marine has told him. "Fredrick, if they have a device that would make ferals unconcious for a few hours would them using that instead of guns be acceptable?" he says the turns his attention back to the Marine, "I'm sure you could be raiders, even in Fairhaven, if you wanted to. But, as you said you're Marines not monsters." he says. He then looks over Brian for a few moments before saying, "Brian, if you don't mind what qualifications do you have?"

Mokou grumbled lightly at the irritating stance of Fredric in the matter. She held her tongue for the moment though, those ears grasping for those words that were shared. Marines... She felt her muzzle pull upward for a moment, something of a smile present... with a few too many teeth. "Marines... That is good to hear... Good to... hear." Glancing back to the anime lass, she raised a hand, opening her muzzle to speak. For a moment, she paused. Eyes locked... and the lass shook her head. "You know what? Shove it. I'd rather have to explain we had to beat up ferals to help them, rather than not help them at all." Feeling her feet brush back against the stones beneath, shook her head, trying to glance back to the others. Enough was spoken of that she couldn't keep up... but enough to listen to. Something that wasn't so blatantly... Stonewalling. "Raiders... I am glad you... do not wish to be as such. We have more than enough of that... in and out of companies."

The Lieutenant is more than happy to light Thel's cigarette. "Hey, I'm just following orders. Normally we just load this stuff onto carts, and start walking them in. Can't risk the trucks getting eaten. Means we have to deal with your rioters. And we go for non-lethal as we can. Meaning tazers."

Brian shrugs. "Computer engineering, computer systems design, and network security." He says. Of course, they sent someone who couldn't be talked into checking and going over the company decision. The RSX laughed. "Told you Brian was a mouthpiece. Zephyr's done this shit before, pre-P-Day. Was always an attempt to improve their end of the bargin without giving more to the other guy."

Edel scratches her cheek, exhaling. "Well, I suppose we'll have to find someone within Promethea more... Reasonable." She offers a shrug. "Otherwise, it'll be on them to explain to eeeveryone else that needs those supplies at New Dawn that he single-handedly cost them the arrangement." She looks towards Brian, then, before nodding to the RSX rep. "Well, it has to bite them in the butt at some point, or they'll never learn."

Thelergramor smokes, and is very pleased by being able to do so. Taps ash off of the smoke, smiling. "Thanks... Didn't get your name?" Looks over the marine, could be id somewhere and... ok now he's just staring at her chest. It takes a moment to stop. Goggles, again, help with at least a little plausible deniability.. Clears his throat, smokes more, looks back to Edel and Ebreous. "...So I'll just say I'm not the best suited to negotiations so I'm glad you're here..." But then back to the Marine. "So, what's the ideal outcome here? Getting what they initially said, sure, but gotta be a way to work out... something that works for... at least one person here. Mouthpiece is a mouthpiece, no offense intended. Fred doesn't know what life is. And RSX gal is... here." Ponders. Has stated the obvious.

That's step 1.

Ebreus nods as Brian lists what he is qualified for. "Thank you, Brian." he says. He composes a letter-like text message explaining the situation to a Promethean who he recalls outranks Fredric explaining the situation and asking for authority to take over the Prometheans side of the negotiation. He then takes a notepad out of his coatpocket along with a pen and begins to sketch something that should be a functional weapon. "If I'm right about this you won't have to rough up ferals or fuck them if you use this, and have gasmasks." he says as he sketches. Once he's done he turns the notebook around and shows the Marine a recipy for a chemical weapon and designs for how to deploy it. "Think you could do this?"

"Lieutenant Terletter." The Marine says, beforel ooking at what Ebreus was showing. "Ehhh, maybe. The main issue is that we'd want to have it mounted on a vehicle of some kind, and we can't get good weapon mounts on the carts." She says, shrugging.

Fredric however, seems to have had enough. "You are all barbarians! No worse than the monsters that caused the SS and the Nazis!" She growls, stopping her foot down in anger. And apparently not as up on her history as some. Which gets a laugh from the RSX rep. "Oooh boy, I think someone skipped history classes at New Dawn. SS were more fanatical Nazi's." She says. Brian shrugged. "Hey, they told me to come out here, say we're denying payment. And hold the goods here until they argee to the new price. I told htem that much. I think ti's crazy, but I'm not even qualified to judge if the engineers were right or wrong." Brian states. "Tyche here can attest to it." He says, gesturing to the RSX rep.

"And if they don't want to pay the new price?" Edel asks, ear flicking. "The way I see it, you pay the price, or you don't get the material. If you don't like the terms of the agreement, you're free to try to renegotiate, but the marines are free to decline entirely." She doesn't even respond to Frederic now, aside from a curious look.

Thelergramor got a name, is content with this. "Thanks Lieutenant. If you need anything they call me Thelergramor. Former Zephyr security. Shit got weird, thus, former." Shrugs, continues to smoke, looking back towards Fred. "...I mean I am pretty bad. Sometimes. Maybe you want to... not antagonize me." He's a bit quiet, would have to listen to hear him. Meaning they probably don't given... shouting. The wyrm sighs, quietly reminds himself to be good. No weapons.

"Back on topic... We can go in circles all day here, what's your leaning here, LT?"

Ebreus smiles as he gets a reply from Fredrics superior. He says to the Marine, "One moment." then walks over to Fredric, not wanting to shout this information, "Excuse me, Fredric, but I have some information to share with you." he says as he removes his headset. "I've been put in charge of the negotiations on the side of the Prometheans. You may see the message yourself if you like." he says, quietly enough that the other leaders shouldn't overhear, and offers them his headset.

He then looks over to Brian again, "So you're here as a messenger. That is well enough. Are you permitted to give me the name and number of someone who would be authorized to aprove payment?" he asks. As he speaks he continues sketching, varius methods of using 40mm weapons for individuals.

Brian stammers, growls and throws the device aside, storming off. Tyche just snorts. "Thank god that's handled. So, since your the new rep, what's your call? You gonna keep stopping the Marines there?" She asked, while Brian wrote down the info. "Not sure what good it'll do you, but that's the head of sales." He says, handing over a piece of paper.

"Me? Fuck Zephyr. Only caused us headaches with each step of the negoations. We'll deliver to RSX and the Prometheans, no problem, if htey cause us none." Lieutenant Terletter says, shrugging.

"Hopefully they cause no problems. If you need help escorting, I'm a free agent. I don't have to worry about getting a scolding by the corporate powers," Edel says with a grin, slowly glancing over towards Ebreus and his work. Being the career arms manufacturer that she is, she can't help but lean over and study it for a moment before pointing at something, offering an alternative suggestion.

Thelergramor nods a bit. "Zephyr's out then. Unless they made a really good offer... They won't." Finishes smoking, tosses cig butt... somewhere. Won't burn anything... Hopefully. "Like Edel, I'm around if you need an escort. Technically not 'free' but Zephyr's basically ignored me for months now." Shrugs. "At least they feed me."

The wyrm glances around a bit, thinking this is going alright overall. Even though his faction fucked themselves. Not his fault.

Ebreus slowly shakes his head as Fredric storms off. He crouches and recovers his headset about when Edel makes her suggestions for imroving the design. "Sounds good to me." he says in response to her suggestions and updates his own sketches. He replies to Tyche, "If they can use the gas I've designed, and I don't believe that will be an issue, then I have no problems with them delivering to New Dawn." he says and passes the improved launcher designs to the Leutenant. "If manufacturing is an issue I believe I may be able to help with that." he says. He then looks down at the note provided to him by Brian. He thinks for a few moments before looking back to the Leutenant and saying, "I'll talk with Zephyr. You don't mind if I apraise the equipment as part of that, right?" he asks.

Brian nods. "Not stopping you guys. I'm just hte messenger, and I know it." he says, waving an arm to the trucks. The lieutenant however, shrugs. "Sadly, I don't have the authority to cut Zephyr out of the deal. That's above my head."

Edel looks over the cargo now that... The negotiations on her end were pretty much over. "They look in pretty good shape honestly... I'm almost tempted to make an offer myself... My out of the bubble building projects could use some more supplies." She strokes her chin as she muses to herself. "Oh, and you are welcome. It is rare that I get to use my less violent talents out in the field."

Thelergramor is taller than the marine, probably. Is also above her head, if so. "...So I think we kind of have this mostly worked out, eh? I mean I wasn't exactly helpful but... Nice to get out sometimes. Get to, uh, meet people." Who have cigarettes... Which is good. "I'll just... quiet down while you work for a bit." Stands next to the lieutenant; tail unwrapping from his leg. Completely unintentionally, by accident, not at all on purpose... Taps the marine one time on the leg with a tail tip. Just acts like he didn't notice.

Ebreus walks over to the trucks as begins to examine the cargo. He hums as he goes through everything that the Marines have brought. "This is some pretty good stuff. I'm sure the Head of Sales will want acess to this." he says. He pauses a moment and looking to the Luetenant he asks, "How much was the agreed upon price?" he asks then, once he has the answer, composes a similarly letter-like text message to the Zephyr Head of Sales describing the oppertunity that one bad message might cut them out of. "Alright, sent a message to the Head of Sales. With luck we'll soon have a reply saying the deal can go ahead as planned."

Terletter shrugs. "This is just the stuff we had for work on the base. We haven't even hit the warehouses and such in San Diego proper." She says, watching folks look over the girders and other building materials. "As for what we're supposed to be getting, this is about... 7 and a half tons of material. We were supposed to get the same amount in food. The experts a couple are down in Diego now, so it's not as much needed." She says, finishing off her cigarette, and pointedly putting it out on Thel's tail. "If you want to keep that, you'll stop hitting me." She states flately.

Tyche nods. "That is indeed the agreed upon amounts. Seems the Marines have been focusing on keeping the people down there with water over food, mostly cause food is water-intensive and people are not. But even so, they don't got enough food ot go around. Which is why they wanted food. The experts are just to figure out what they're dealing with down there. Seems to be a large bubble, but not nearly as potent as the ones here or in Woodfield." She explains.

Edel stretches out, shuffling over next to Thel. "How have you been, anyway? It has been a while. You should come by the tea house more. Gets lonely without friends visiting," she says by way of smalltalk, though she doesn't fully take attention off negotiation. "I do not have the resources myself to match the trade of the big three, sadly."

Thelergramor has failed. He starts a bit at the tail being burnt, jumps a couple feet away. While he'd admit some people are into that... He just found that he is not. "Ack! Sorry. Didn't mean that." Yes he did. He goes back to being good again, tail wrapping around his leg. "...That is a lot of food." Tries to figure out how many crates of potatoes that would be... Gives up; alot. He looks down at his tail, looks back up and answers Edel, smiling. "I've been busy, but I'll stop by soon. Nice seeing you though."

"So, larger bubble, less potent. Fun." Starts plotting.

Ebreus recieves the negative from the Zephyr Head of Sales and his ears dropp. "Edel, Thel, could I speak with the two of you for a moment?" he asks as he walks to a location he beleives to be suitibly far from the others that he could speak with them. Once they've gathered around he says, "I got a reply from the Head of Sales. They said that they're not accepting requests, offers, or demands, from other groups. Not sure if I was just dismissed because I'm a Promethean or what but we need some way to get them in on the deal. You heard the Leutenant if Zephyr is out the deal is off, since she can't cut them out."

"Sure, sure," Edel says, turning to follow. Once she hears what has to besaid, she offers a frown and a flick of her tail. "Well, there are a few ways to do it. Either get them to get the proper permission, or... I'm not sure. Those military types have always been too much of a stickler to their chain of command for me for this kind of reason."

Thelergramor scratches at his neck a bit, nods... throws a glance back at the marine, then back to Ebreus and Edel. "Still employed by Zephyr. I could ask, I guess. I mean if there was a totem pole, I'm not even on it..." Ponders. "Want me to talk to whoever's in charge anyway?"

"Also scale of one to ten, think I have any chance of getting a date with the Lieutenant?"

Ebreus thinks for a moment after Thel makes his offer. "Alright. Would you want any assistance composing the letter? I'm a trained Negotiator I could help you come up with something pretty convincing. If that doesn't work I have a plan B... in the meantime we should work out maybe three or four more plans." he says. He looks back over to the Leutenant then to Thel. "Maybe a six if you get the deal to go through."

Edel stares at Thel for a moment, then swats at him with her tail. "I don't think you're her type. I'm probably not the best person to get on the line with them after I left all those years ago. I wish you luck, though. My best bet would be convincing the marines to change the terms, since I've been working with them for a while now."

Thelergramor is somewhat motivated to get this deal through now, despite being swatted. He just smirks at Edel. "Trying anyway... Eh, maybe not..." He gets on his comm unit, trying to get a line through to the... whoever was in charge, he was distracted...

Of course, this... won't probably go well but he tries. "Yo. Buying guy. We're at an impasse here, noone is cleared to do anything and if we don't get in on this now, RSX is getting all of it. And we both know what they get up to. You're a zephyr type, and probably mutated to hell and back, probably doing your secretary and three other people right now. RSX don't like that. They get these materials, they're winning. Losers don't make it far in this company. I know from experience. I'm at the bottom for a reason."

"...Anyone got anything to add?"

Ebreus blinks and stairs at Thel for a moment. "It's seven tons of materials that's better than anything that exists in bubble and they only want the equal weight in food... I'm not sure how we can... embellish the details to make it more acceptable." he says. He then turns his attention to Edel, how difficult do you think it would be to get a renegotiation of the deal on the Marines side? I'm ok with going to San Diego to do it if necessary."

Edel stares at Thel for a moment at that particular attempt at negotiation before snickering. "He's got a point. They're getting a pretty good deal as it is."

Thelergramor just quietly waits for a response, assuming that this will have worked out fine... Sniffs a bit, plots. "Just need to wait for a response..."

Ebreus stairs at Thel, "Did... did you just send that as you narrated?" he asks. He blinks and continues, "Plan C was renegotiate on the side of the Marines right?" he asks Edel. "Well this will be an interesting negotiation... at least I'm qualified to buy more on behalf of the Prometheans."

"I suppose so," Edel says with a small smile accompanied by a nod. "I can't imagine how to convince Zephyr at this point, so I have a feeling we'll have to... Convince the marines to just sell to the two factions interested, and they can take up negotiations with Zephyr again later."

Thelergramor just sort of stares at his comm unit... Taps a claw against his googles, then looks up from that to Ebreus. "...Well, uh, yeah. I did. Anyway, I've got their response, they're... mad at me again. Which is great." Thinks a bit. "I do have... Give me a moment."

The wyrm wanders back over to the marine, tail flicking then wrappign around his leg again. Sidles up. "So I do have something from Zephyr here for you..."

Ebreus nods, "I have one ploy left. Beyond that then we'll just be in for a ride to San Diego to negotiate a new deal." he continues. When Thel excuses himself and walks in the direction of the Lt. Terletter his eyes go wide and he moves to grab Thels arm, "Let me try one thing then you can show that to the Leutenant." he says.

The figures remaining look over as Thel begins his approach, and is stopped by Ebreus, getting quirked eyebrows from Tyche and Terletter. After all, they wished for privacy while they handled something, and now were, what, almost ready to share with the class? Hard to guage at this point.

"Unfortunately, since I have taken my leave of Zephyr's employment some many years ago, my words do not carry much weight with them. I hope you have something to work with, though, because I do not."

Thelergramor peers at Ebreus from behind his goggles. Sniffs once. "Yeah, sure, no rush on my part go ahead." Waits then, will let Ebreus go before speaking to Terletter again.

Ebreus smiles at Edel, "Potentially. They sent Brian to stall for a better deal so off the bat they've admitted they want the materials, just not at the agreed upon price. So now they say they won't buy? I'm calling their bluff." he says. He smiles and says, "I'll be only a moment." He then walks over to Brian and says, "Brian if I may ask one more thing of you I believe we may be able to resolve this without consuming the remainder of the day. I just need you to report to whomever it is who ordered you out here to deny payment that the denial of payment is being considered a termination of the deal on behalf of Zephyr and the negotiators present are preparing to buy Zephyrs share."

Brian looked at Ebreus, and pondered that for several moments, before bringing up his comm and sending the message. It wasn't like he was in a position of authority for this whole thing. "Not sure what you're playing at... I mean, it makes sense. Force the higher ups to want this deal more... but why not just cut Zephyr out? As I speak being a Zephyr employee. I've seen a lot of folks get screwed over for hte bottom line... But I also like to have food."

"That makes sense. I'm used to Zephyr's marketing... Tactics. I usually just drop the deal entirely if they don't want to play ball." Edel rubs at one of her ears, tail flicking. "But since I do not get to call the shots for the marines here, we must go through the motions like this. I'm putting my trust in your plan."

Thelergramor rubs his jaw... Well his surprise for the marine is gone now. Instead tries to make a joke. "I've been screwed for a bottom line before." He's not funny. "...I'm joking. And not funny... Still, I'm pretty much out of ideas now. May as well just cut Zephyr out, since they're just stalling for a better deal anyway. Wasting everyone's time." Idles next to Lt Terletter anyway, despite not having anything for her now.

Ebreus nods in response to Brian, "Yeah. I'm hoping this just works and we don't have to drive you, us, and Tyche out to San Diego to renegotiate. Military sorts would want there to be an actual rep. from Z to cancel the deal, wich denial of payment is." he says.

A few moments later, Brian has to look at his comm as a reply came in. "I'm being told mantain teh party line here. My advice? Offload the goods, and skip Zephyr."
Brian says, huffing. "This is taking too long, and let's be honest... The only one's hurting right now are the people in San Diego." Terletter chuckles hearing that. "Technically speaking, if you want me to give Zephyr's shares to the others, it would count as delivery of goods. We'd just need the 7 tons of food as payment."

Edel folds her arms and leans against the nearest structure, listening for a moment. "I would agree, honestly. But then, I have said that already. If Zephyr doesn't want to budge, then... Well. Then they lose out, honestly."

Thelergramor shifty eyes. Looks over the group. "Yeah, that's three and a half more tons of food from both of you. No idea what your logistics are, but, uh... Way beyond my ability to get..." Ponders. "Or we hack up one kaiju. Cannibalism. The meaty bits'll grow back.." Shrugs. Might be joking. "Eh, at any rate, I guess you can keep Zephyr's share for now, maybe them not getting it at all will get you a better deal later. Which is their fault."

"Either way, there's options... Feel like I'm repeating myself. Not sure."

Ebreus shrugs, "Well we tried." he says. He then spins on his heals and says, "Well Leutenant, Tyche-" he cuts himself of when he hears Thels suggestion, "Thel, you know I have the authority to make deals on behalf of the entire Promethean Organization, right? I can send a few texts and get a few more tons ready." He then looks back to Tyche and the Leutenant, "Well let's plan out whos buying how much this time then we can take Zephyrs refusal to pay as a withdraw and negotiate how we move forward before the next shipment. How much was Zs share?"

Terletter shrugs. "Original arrangement was 7 tons of material to be brought in, divided between teh three major factions. That's about 2 and a third tons a peice. In return, each faction would provide 2 and a third tons of food. If we're cutting it to two factions, that means it's 3 and a half tons each, both ways." She states, already mathing it out." She said, which Tyche nodded.

"RSX will be more than happy to work on increasing our yeild of food to pay full half of the cost. Getting that much material will help Woodfield greatly. I would request some of the vehicles as well, but that's a much longer trip than can be sustained at the moment, and we need to show that this deal can work." Tyche says, standing up and walking over.

"Unfortunately, my needs for food outweight my needs for building supplies. And I do not have THAT much food to spare in trade. New Dawn has its farms, though, so they may be willing and able to offer enough," Edel ponders, rubbing her chin.

Thelergramor nods at Ebreus. "I heard, yeah. Figure you're in a position to send the Lieutenant here home happy..." Gestures vaguely. "...Which is what's important to me here. Supplies and food and all sure..." The wyrm starts to get just a little carried away, turning to the marine and making an ass out of himself. "So if we get the Prommies to throw up a few more tons of food, RSX already said they would- I think, I kind of got lost in your eyes- then that make the deal work for you?" Has a moment of realization but doesn't let it show on his face that he's disappointed with himself.

Ebreus nods, "Alright I'll just send a message ahead to New Dawn and the Prometheans will be buying three and a half tons of materials." he says. He then composes a message to the head of material distribution for the Prometheans letting them know the change. He then looks over to the Leutenant, "You wouldn't by any chance have functional boats of any sort would you? If so I believe we would be interested in the acquisition of one." he says.

Terletter snorts. "This 'bout that radio broadcast from Japan?" She asked. "Navy has some ships, but not a one of them are safe ot take outside the San Diego bay. Sure, this material would help us fix 'em now, but let's be honest, we need your folks Weapon experts to keep 'em from being degraded again. It's not like Marine equipment which has tons of spare parts to use. Navy ships are kind of set and go."

Edel adjusts her glasses, looking up to the sky and giving a quiet sigh. "I do not know much about sailing or boats, to be honest. I hope... Well, I hope whatever is going on over there does not spread to China. I might still have family there, for all I know."

Thelergramor smiles innocently, is not put off by the snort... Which is probably a bad thing. Glances to Edel quickly. "I can do boats. Ships. Whichever... I mean assuming they run already." That said... who can't drive a boat? The wyrm goes back to drooling over the marine without actually drooling. Yet. "..." He opens his mouth to speak but shuts himself up, falls quiet and just stands next to the marine hoping his presence might do... something for her or... His brain is slowly shutting off.

Ebreus nods in response to Lt. Terletters guess, "Yes, the Promethean Organization is a humanitarian group... and some of our people are origionally from Japan. It pains us to have not already sent help." he says. He takes a breath and smiles, "I'm sure I could get a few more of our Nanite specialists to head to San Diego if you could promise us a vessle that once running would be capable of making the trip acrost the Pacific." he says.

Terletter shrugged. "I'll kick the recommendation up the chain, see what my superior's feel about it. Right now they're kind of focused on reducing the number of rioter's we deal with because of the current food shortages. Once we can get things moving again, city-wise, we can look at beyond. At least, that's my understanding of it at the moment." She says. "Anyways, we can get started unloading these materials and get back to work. And we'll try not to hurt your rioters any more than nessecary to make sure this stuff makes it."

"Well, that's a fair bit easier," Edel replies to Thel, batting at him with tailfluff again. "Well. I suppose that's the best we can get at this point, isn't it? I hope you can get your food issues... Under hand. If you want, I have some seeds I could share if you wanted to try to get your own agriculture going. Assuming you don't already."

Thelergramor rubs at his jaw again, looks over the materials, looks over the marine... gets batted at, doesn't mind, smirking a bit. "I can hang around as security if you want. Honestly I really have nothing going on right now and I want to spen- *cough* make it up to you for being a bit of an ass all night." Yeah let's go with that. "If you'd rather I not... I'd get why." Shrugs a bit, steps away from Terletter, and stands next to Edel now.

Ebreus nods, "Alright. We should be good to buy three and a half tons in the future as well. Just remember to use the gas-weapon Edel and I designed on subsiquent trips. It should be a bit more effective and won't hurt the 'rioters' too much." he says. He takes a breath as he mauls over a thought. After a moment or so he says, "If another promlem like this happens I'm pretty sure the organization would accept a specific request for me."

Terletter nodded, and then gave a whistle, which is surprising considering her muzzle. "Let's get this stuff unloaded and onto the carts people! And you, big guy... Not a fan of the macho thing." She orders, before looking at Thel. Once that was said, she focused on her job. Tyche chuckled, already lifting her radio mic to give her report. Brian of course, was now pointedly ignoring the movement of the materials. "I can't say Zephyr will appreciate this, but they told me the line, and to maintain it. Not to allow others to circumvent it." He says, giving a wave as he walked off.

"You'll win one someday," Edel says, offering an apologetic shoulderpat to Thel. "And you did most of the design. I just offered efficiency tips is all," she says, shaking her head. "I am glad this was all able to be resolved in some fashion though that didn't require... Scrapping the whole negotiation. This is a good outcome I think, all things considered."

Thelergramor continues to get nowhere with Terletter... Maybe next time... "Yeah, sorry. I'm not good at this." Clearly. The wyrm lets her get back to her job then, nods a bit at Edel... And tries to slip an arm around her waist. Barely notices he's doing it. It's not a good day. "...Yeah this did go better than I expected, really. I expected more gunfire and explosions." Still came unarmed. "But, overall, I think everyone else did a good job."

Ebreus shrugs in responce to Brian, "Welp the Zephyr higher-ups were given ample oppertunity to change their minds. At this point it's their fault." he says. He then turns his attention back to the Lt. Terletter, "May I offer my assistance in unloading the Cargo?" he asks.

Terletter shakes her head. "Nah, we got this. And we'll see what we can do about those plans you lot gave us. Can't promise we'll have them soon, but we'll do what we can. Adept, Survive, Overcome." She says, before focusing on the job of organizing the mess. Soon RSX and the Prommies would have more resources which which to improve their parts of the two cities, and Zephyr would be left high and dry, all because of a decision by those in authority. How this will affect Big Three and San Diego relations, well, we all get to wait and see.[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act III - RPLOG

2017-08-09T18:32:14Z

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San Diego Act III - Mounting Tensions - RPLOG

2017-08-09T18:32:14Z

Glein: Glein moved page San Diego Act III - RPLOG to San Diego Act III - Mounting Tensions - RPLOG

=Participants=
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Cerl]]
* [[Erebus]]
* [[Pelle]]
* [[Otto]]
* [[Thelergramor]]
=Date=
28/07/2017
=Log=
Here at teh border between Fairhaven and the wider world is intangible, invisible, and most importantly, real. There's no makers, no warnings, no security, just, the ruins of Fairhaven ravaged by the nanites on one side, clear to see, and then buildings that simply have not been worked on or maintained in nearly a decade. The difference is stark and in some ways, a clear reminder of just how much of an effect the nanites actually HAVE within the bubble.
Of course, this one time, there is a truck sitting outside the bubble, a large two and a half ton beast in plain tan, the back exposed to the elements, while a pair of Marines from teh San Diego force wait to transport those who would be dealing with the ongoing raider attacks. Both are hellhound in form, and watching the border carefully. One sitting in the ring mount for a machine gun, and was manning it, though his aim was pointed out into the wilderness beyond.

T'was a gloomy evening at the edge of the Fairhaven bubble, but one jackal with a golden coat of fur and a lot of armaments was happily striding towards his mission's starting point. He knew the risks, he'd done this countless times before, and to him it all meant several things -- adventure, danger, excitement! His blood was boiling at the prospect of a good challenge and with all his gear cleaned and primed for use, he was ready to rumble, ready to headbutt the challenge and take his wounds with pride!

Stomping his way to his target destination, the metalic shine of his heavy armor reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, the jackal stops once he spots the gathered escort that'd been arranged for them. He whistles sharply and grins at the sight of the mutants gathered, then greets the soldiers with a salute and asks, "Evening fellas! Did I get here too soon or something?"

Trying to ignore the weather and intellectualize away any nerves Ebreus aproaches the hellhound soldiers holding his shield in one hand, and flamethrower with two others he was as ready as he would ever be for the first mission where there was a chance of death higher than 'unlikely'. He takes a breath and calms down as he spots Otto.

Aproaching him with only his wings and tails exposed, "Hello Otto." he says and turning his attention to the Marines he says, "Greetings."
Pelle flutters throw the air to the meeting place for her first mission outside of the bubble. She flutters down when she gets close and spots Ebreus and Otto and flutters down to them "Hello Ebreus and hello Otto" she looks to the two marines "And hello to the two of you!"

Early summer evening. Still far more light than Cerl was entirely comfortable with while sneaking around, but that's what she had her invisibility tricks for. Silently padding through the city to where her mate had asked her to meet up, she reviewed the mission statement that had come across her comms recently. Ghosting up behind her mate, she lets her invisibility drop and taps Otto on his shoulder. "Hey love, I'm here." She looks around then at the gathering agents, giving each a nod of recognition and a quick 'Hello, Ebreus, Pelle." before giving her gear one last check.

Thelergramor was wandering around, making life hell for ferals before he remembered: He's supposed to do shit today. Currently a Crimson Wyrm, the Fox dedicated, former Zephyr securityman just wanders on up to the marines, walking despite his ability to fly. Which probably won't work outside the bubble... Glide, maybe... He's never tried. Armed, armor wearing and goggled, the wyrm fidgets with his rifle, counting ammo, coming out to 20 rounds (two mags of 10) while he approaches, scarf pulled up over his reptilian snout. Has a few other weapons, noting he's not the only one with a flamethrower. He approves of this, silently, despite not knowing any of these people... As far as he remembers.

The pair of Marines, one standing by the driver's door of the truck, the other in the cupola, give the approaching agents a small huff of recognition. Not actual recognition, just acknowledging they exist. Once the five arrive, the driver lifts her left hand off her M4 and points to the back of the truck. "Mount up. It's about 3 hours of driving, and we're expecting this God-Damned 'Cult of the Clean' to cause trouble on the way there." She growls, before opening the driver door and climbing in herself. As each of you exit the bubble proper, unless you'd done a lot of out of bubble work before, the wave of nauseaus as you step out is almost dehabilitating. Explaining the truck.

One would wonder what crawled up their asses. Otto was just being civil, as were the others... He gives his mate a nudge and a wink, barely able to spill a word before they're crammed into the vehicle and brought outside the bubble. He does get a chance to greet the others proper, and once the bubble is left behind, the jackal feels that familiar sense of nausea. He'd gotten so used to it now, that it just spelled excitement for him. He was ready for what was to come. Thankfully, no one spills their lunch along the way, avoiding any unwanted messes... The jackal remains quiet during their trip, preferring instead to humm a tune he was playing back in his head.

Ebreus nods, not knowing or really caring that they're not sociable so long as they'ree good at their jobs. Ebreus makes sure to board the truck imediently after Otto and score a suitable seat for the ride by his friends or at least work-buddies. "Cult of the Clean... I am unfamiliar with them. I get the armed and hostile part. Do we know their motives?" As they pass the edge of the bubble knowing presicely why he was nauseaus aids him in intellectualizing and ignoring the familiar nausia. "Anybody else have Regulation? If not I'm putting up a bubble." he says and true to his word if noone puts up a bubble he does.

Pelle follows after ebreus and sits down beside him not really sure wat to do since it's her first time outside of the bubble and as she feels this sudden nausea hit her she almost throws up but manages to swallow it back down and raises her hand when she hears wat Ebreus is asking "i have it, and wat was this feeling that just hit me?" she looks a bit sick but other than that she seems to be fine she shakes her head a bit and sits up and looks to Ebreus "i can run the nanomagic since I'm not too sure of the things that will happen here"

Cerl takes a deep breath, and then strides through the bubble edge, swallowing down any nausea she feels after having traveled outside of the bubble so often. Settling herself down in the back of the truck, near the tail so she can jump out and vanish or at least hide at a moment's notice in order to strike from the shadows as is her usual preferred method of combat, Cerl glances over at the marines. "Any information on what we can expect from this Cult? Their known weapons, numbers, what have you?" She sighs in relief as the regulation bubble goes up. "Ahh, that feels better, thanks whoever just put the bubble up. Woe be to any ambushers now" she snickers softly to herself as she once again fades to near total invisibility. "I'll be right over here unless we get jumped."

"Cultists? Sounds like fun..." Thel says, quietly looking over the group again. He steps across the threshold, and the naniteless bubble hits him. He sniffs, feels sick for a moment, his body temperature going back to normal. No longer icy... The feeling passes. As does his silence. "Never get used to that. So, 3 hours. Ten to One we get ambushed somewhere around hour 2. And no, no nanomagic on my end." Unless you do get used to leaving the bubble... And he hasn't. Still, the wyrm mounts up, hoping it will rain while he takes a seat, tapping a claw idly on his rifle... Sniffs again, when Cerl mostly disappears. No comment.

The Marine up in the gun turret growls. "Survivors who were caught outside the bubbles when the Bio-Weapon dropped. They view anyone, or anything that cames out of the afflicted areas as unclean. Known weapons are assorted small arms. AK's, AR-15's, even some US issue gear they likely scavanged. Thank God they haven't brought out anything to kill vehicles." He says, his gaze pointed out to the fields. "Been raiding our convoy's moving equipment to establish the FOB's for protecting the proposed trade line." He finished.

The Agents have plenty of time to ponder things, the vehicle lacking any real 'shocks' for the various pot holes and bumps in the unmaintained road of State Highway 101, driving south. The Marines seem more upset at this Cult than the Agents themselves, more than happy to chatter with them. "So, just wanting to clear up something... the Weapon turned Fairhaven into a Furry's paradise, and Woodfield into a fantasy nerd's wet dream? Seems a little specific, then again... We had two Godzilla's tearing up the entire San Diego coast."

Otto listens closely and nods as he picks up on the information. He doesn't much care that the regulation bubble comes up, it made no difference to him. He does however have a few things to say. *CLAP* he clasps his paws "OKAY!" he exclaims loudly and makes use of his illusion nanomagic for the first real time.

Before everyone materializes a series of visual aids that everyone could see. "It's clear we'll be dealing with a lot of hostility, so I'd like to first of all remind everyone about the basics of warfare. Number one, keep your fucking eyes and ears open at all times. Whoever gets the jump wins half the fight." he exclaims loudly, an illusionary overview of an ambush situation manifesting before everyone in which the ones being ambushed are easily picked off by a barrage of gunfire.

"Number two, use the terrain. If you're being shot at, dive for cover if you don't have your own, circle around and flank rather than engaging head-on, if you can. You're useless if you just sit under cover all the time, this is true, but you know what makes you more useless?" an image of a corpse riddled with bullet wounds manifests before them "Looking like this poor bastard here. It is not a fun experience, take it from me, I've been there once."

"Number three!" the jackal exclaims loudly and snaps his fingers, manifesting the image of a typical soldier for them, garbed in commonly seen combat armor. "We know these schmucks have military equipment. Expect them to wear bulletproof vests and helmets. I'm not seeing a lot of long-range firearms in this team, so point number two goes double. Be smart, try to flank. If we had someone with a rifle, these are the key weaknesses you should aim to exploit." he explains as the exposed and unprotected areas around the joints and groin, added to the neck and face light up in red to point out what the jackal was talking about.

"LASTLY!" he exclaims once more "Know your opponent's arsenal." he goes on to show off a variety of different firearms by class and type, explaining their accuracies and how deadly they are at different ranges, how accurate they are and a few tid-bits regarding how tough one's armor needs to be to withstand a round from each of them."

The illusion vanishes, and Otto finishes off by saying "But relax... we're from Fairhaven, folks. We deal with kaiju-sized monsters and rabid atrocities. What's a few soldiers? Keep your wits, fight smart, not strong, and most importantly, stay the fuck alive because if I have to come back and give death reports into Zephyr, that's going to ruin my entire fucking week!" he jokes, then leans back.

Ebreus smiles, even though it isn't likely to be seen or significant covered by the front of his helmet, as Pelle puts up a Regulation Bubble. "It's the nanites going to battery mode, Pelle, happens whenever you leave the bubble." he explains. He takes mental note of each weapon listed by the marine. He rides quietly as they make for the destination and then when the marine speaks up he thinks for a moment before replying, "That's kind of accurate. There's more fur than fantasy in Fairhaven and the other way 'round in Woodfield but there's still pleanty of WTF in both." Seeing the illusion appear in front of his eyes Ebreus watches and listens as Otto explains how to stay alive. He takes careful not of Ottos four tips for staying alive and once Otto finishes his speach he nods, "Alright, no deaths." he comments.

Pelle nods as she lisenas to ebreus explain wat happen to her "huh so that is wat happen, well it's an interesting feeling" she looks to the illusions and nods "ok i hope my small size will make it hard for them to hit me, and i do the best i can" she thinks for a moment before asking "and how will firearms work outside of the bubble?" she asks to nobody in specific

Cerl looks up, though noone can see the movement as anything other than a slight shimmer in the air. "Bio weapon? I take it, since you mentioned the bubbles, that you're not talking about pday? What is this bio weapon then, and do we need to take other precautions against infection or contamination from it?" She keeps a ear cocked towards Otto as he goes over standard battle tactics...tactics she was already intimately familiar with. Turning to Pelle, Cerl snickers. "Firearms work just fine, but are limited to however much ammo is in your clip, or like my crossbow, how much you can carry. That's why I bring 100 bolts on an out of bubble mission, along with my dagger."

Thelergramor snerks a bit. "Well they're not wrong about the cleanliness bit! Place is -covered- in semen." Is amused, up until he realizes that the marine just tempted fate with that 'kill vehicles' comment. Then he is even more amused! He leans back in his seat, hand rubbing along his sniper rifle's barrel, a bit... eager... "...Anyone have any cigarettes? Ran out last week." Not... not very concerned or professional right now... But he follows along with Otto and his imaging. That said, he's familiar with where to shoot people who have armor. Been doing the murder for a few years now. Really, he's just waiting for the truck to explode at this point... Though he does correct Ebreus. "No deaths on our side, you mean..." Should've brought a gas mask...

The Marine in the cupola shrugs. "Sorry, forgot you all have a different name for it. Us and the Navy boy's call it the Bio-weapon, ya'll call it nanites. IT was hte only explianation we could come up with for why... We didn't look human, and it'd been nearly a year before we had our wits about us again. San Diego is still a bit of a war zone with rioters attacking convoys as well, but we can handle them well enough. It's this cultists who've been giving us trouble." He replies. "Jsut figured I'd ask. Only experience we've had with folks outside San Diego was those teams your trio of factions sent our way twice." So far, 2 hours in, still no ambush, but that doesn't mean the Marine is being lax in his duty.

The road was still in horrible shape with 9 years of neglect to the, but it seemed they'd reach the point where even the truck was having to slow down to navigate the debris from nature doing it's thing undisturbed. "As for these raiders... We think they started as a group with a crazy religious bent prior to the Attack, uhh, P-day as you call it... Then with the chaos got big. Also, kiddo, firearms work just fine out here. Just make sure to count your bullets. You only got so many of 'em."
Otto strikes his chest, where his bandoleer was located. There, he had magazines a-plenty for his own firearms, including several grenades, some rapid deployment adrenaline and painkiller shots, and a combat knife. He had plenty of ammunition, but it definitely was not infinite. It was at this point that the jackal wanted to scream out "ARE WE THERE YET?" like a little child, that would have been a funny thing to do, and rather stupid as well. Were the otter nanites still skewing his judgement, he'd have repeated it several times over by now, but clearheaded as he was, he keeps his antics under control.

"Run in, ice the opposition, get the hell out. Basic shit." he shrugs and stares out the window "I wish we had a better lay of the land, but I suppose we'll improvise. Cerl and I can't really stealth around too well without the mini bubble. Well, she can. I can't." turning to her, or rather the spot that now contained some barely visible blurry lines, he shoots her a wink and says "You'll have an advantage when we get there. We'll want to know what we're really dealing with."

Ebreus chuckles as he is corrected about the 'on our side' part. He calms himself after a few moments. While a bright mood might be useful laughter was likely a distraction, at least so thought Ebreus. "Our bubbles are in a mostly peaceful semi-anarchistic state... no major rioters but the only offenses great enough to warrent really any serious punishment is murder... which is very hard to do in a bubble that'll keep you from dieing to anything but total brain destruction." he explains happy to talk to the Marine as they ride to their destination. "So if you've got a few guns and don't mind heart shots instead of headshots life is nice." he adds.

Pelle nods "ah well ok if i know that i who'd have made a few battery's for my laser rifle and a few rockets for my rocket Launcher" she things for a bit more "and the bubble i have will cheap the powers i have active?" she thinks for a bit more and seems to be holding her breach for a long time

Cerl nods, though she knows the movement can't be seen. "Well enough then, no special gear needed. Just get in, kick some ass, get out like Otto said."

Thelergramor finally does take a minute to ogle the marines... Not that they can tell through his goggles. Shrugs to himself, goes back to being good. "Yeah, go in, kill them, all that, but, no smokes then?" Ponders. "Yeah, killing people is -really- hard in the bubble." Remains tobacco free... goes back to idly fidgeting with his rifle.

"Bravo Company, this is Fireteam Echo. Approaching FOB Redway. ETA, 30 minutes. Bringing 5 Agents from Fairhaven." The Marine in the Passenger seat said, suddenly revealing that there were in fact three Marines on this truck. Considering the canvas cover is not on, and hte back of hte truck is open to hte world, there was a lot of open sky and easily viewed surroundings.

Sadly, all that open ground just happened to also be a disadvantage to seeing what happens next. "Yeah well, we'll see if we're lucky or not today. If not, you'l-" The Marine in teh cupola was saying, before his head suddenly snapped to the side, the right side of his helmet erupting in a small spray of blood, as the crack of a rifle echos though the area. Inside the cabin of hte truck, the two Marines curse. "AMBUSH!" The driver calls out. "Bravo, Bravo, taking sniper fire! I say again, taking sniper fire!" THe one on the radio reports. There was soon the rumble of an engine being gunned through the woods and a dune buggy bursts out of hte forest behind the truck, bouncing a moment on the road as it hit. Sitting in teh passenger seat of that vehicle was someone armed with what looked like a machine gun. Which once the buggy stopped serving on the road, opened fire on the group in teh back.

The moment the chaos was unleashed, Otto didn't think twice. *click, snap* he primes his Semi-Automatic rifle and turns around to take aim at the attacking vehicle. He unleashes a barrage of bullets at the passenger side attacker, aiming for his torso to maximize his chances of hitting him. They were exposed, but he was confident in his armor. Bullet wounds were nothing new to him.

Ebreus moves to put his shield between himself and the attackers as quickly as possible. He stabilizes his position as best he can in the moving truck and prepares to subject the drivet to a ranged equivalent to the electric chair should they pass within range.

Pelle gets up from her seat and wakes to the end where she climes up a bit and takes out a grenade with she pulls the pin out of and throwers at the buggy when she has thrown it she goes back in and hides behind ebreus shield

Cerl's head whips around as the dune buggy comes crashing out of the forest. Raising her crossbow, she takes aim at the driver of the vehicle and snaps off her shot. "Someone get on that machine gun, take them out!" she yells as she ducks down to try and take cover behind the tailgate of the transport truck while she reloads.

Thelergramor snaps his head towards the car coming up behind them, ignoring the deadass marine. He hefts his rifle up to his shoulder, though firing from a moving vehicle at another moving vehicle on a shitty road is not ideal... But one more bullet won't hurt. He shifts in his seated position, braces his rifle, aims down the sight and fires one shot at the machine gun wielding passenger. Driverguy isn't an issue yet... Then starts looking for the sniper, head down, not about to trust his helmet. "Hey! You're invisible, you get up there! Won't hit you!" In response to Cerl...

The crossbow bolt did it's work, hitting the driver, but not killing them, having grazed his arm. IT did however throw the machine gunner's aim off enough that the bullets went high and missed those in the back of the 2 and a half ton military truck. Of course, the pair shooting at the gunner both succeeded in hitting him, though they were not immediately fatal shots, the cry of pain from the gunner enough to distract the driver, who was in teh middle of a swerve, which put it right in teh path of hte grenade. Though it detonated undernear teh buggy, it evidently caused enough damage that the vehicle was slowing down. The truck however, is soon skidding to a stop suddenly. "SHIT!" The Driver growls out, before the sound of a heavy machine gun begins to chatter. Ahead of hte truck. The rounds punch through not only the bullet-resistant glass, but also through the back of the cabin, flying high above the agents in the bed of the truck's back. There's no more response from the pair of Marines in the front.

"Monsters of the unclean! This is your ONLY warning. These monsters claiming to be Marines have been warned time and again to leave, go back to their foul lands! If you attempt to stop the Cult of hte Clean, we will kill any you send out of your foul land!" The voice calling this out is deep, almost manicial.

Well, shit... Otto curses under his breath once the truck halted in its tracks, though looking at the way those last few rounds chewed through their bullet-resistant glass, it was clear that they were faced with something far more significant. "Is everyone alright?" he asks loudly, then tries his best to spot their new attackers. Activating his Vanishing nanomagic, the jackal disappears from direct sight, climbs out of the truck and lands with a heavy *thud*, his armor making his footfalls quite audible indeed. "We can't stay here! Head for the trees! Eb, use the shield to cover us!" Otto instructs, thinking frantically about what to do.

Ebreus lays against the truckbed with the shield atop him angled so that bullets /should/ bounce rather than penetrate. Hearing Otto jump out he takes a deep breath and climbs out of the back of the truck. He makes use of his telepathic Nanomagic to say to everyone in range, "Alright, if you want shielded get behind me." He then backs into the closer forrest keeping his shield between him and the machine gun and sniper to the best of his ability.

Pelle climes out of the now stopped car and tries her best to stay hidden and when she gets to the forest she climes up the nearest tree and disappears into the greenery

Cerl leaps out of the truck, dashing into the treeline while trying to determine where the sniper was hiding, and moving in that direction with the intention to ambush the punk right back. Once she leaves the range of the bubble and can see herself again, she employs every stealth skill she knows to remain undetected as she slinks through the forest towards her goal. Realizing the sniper is in the forest on the far side of the river, she watches for a narrower area she can cross quickly and easily...and most importantly, undetected. She keeps her senses peeled for any hint of any other enemies as she moves, ready to take them out if need be.

Thelergramor eyes the rest of his team, minus Cerl, can't see Cerl... Then scans about over the side of the truck for the sniper. He draws back the bolt on his rifle, ejects the casing, loads the new round. "HEY, CUNTISTS!" Good one, he whispers to himself. If they want maniacal, he'll give them maniacal... "I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FUCKING LIVER AND SHOW YOU WHAT HELL IS LIKE! IN NOMINE PATR-! Huh-?" Aaaand then the rest of his team is leaving, his confidence deflates significantly. Proceeds to dive out of the truck, hopefully roll, and use Ebreus's sheild as cover. Hopefully gets a bit deep into the woods where vehicles with machine guns can't chase him before taking cover behind something thick. Or solid.

"Make this easy on yourselves! We can end your misery quickly with our 50 calibers!" The voice says. Those looking to the west seeing the reason for the Truck stopping. There were two green, brown and black trucks like the one the Agents arrived in blocking the road. Every single person present were human in form, and they were in whatever random peices of clothing they could find that was still servicable, under Army vests (due to the ACU pattern they bore), but one man, standing on the back of the southern truck was not wearing any armor. Just a long duster over a leather shirt and pants. "Once we grow strong enough, we'll end your foul hives and return humanity to it's rightful place as the clean beings we were meant to be!" He calls out. If anyone had to guess, this guy was likely the cult leader. Of course, there wasn't any sign of the sniper, but chances were that they were already gone by the time the truck stopped. The gunners track to fire on the shielded being, the look of hate and venom in their expression impossible to miss even over the muzzle flashes of the M2 Brownings that were mounted on the trucks.

Otto growls quietly at the taunts, now under the cover of the foliage. He was perceptive enough to spot the unarmored one, and that weakness was just the opening he needed. He'd trained under multiple marksmen to become a deadeye shot himself, and this was the opportunity to send those fucking cultists reeling.

The jackal went off on his own, keeping under the cover of the trees, at least as far as he could reach and stay within the bubble provided by their friend. He draws his Semi-Automatic rifle and kneels down, takes careful aim.

"Steady, steady..." he murmurs to himself, his crosshairs dancing ever so slightly over their target. He had one, maybe two shots at this guy before he ducks for cover, and once he's seen, they'll open fire on him. He had to make this count. His breathing ceased, and he even felt his heartbeat waver as he struggles so hard to line the perfect shot, and once he thinks he does, at that crucial moment... *BANG BANG BANG* he lets three bullets fly, aimed at the leader's head.

Ebreus moves around the arena staying behind the cover of trees as best he can positioning himself in so that one of the trucks is between him and the turrent as he telepathically says, "Kill the north gunner, I have the south. Somebody lob a bunch of explosives I need a distraction." and with that he readies himself to surprize the west MG once the east comes under attack.

Pelle climes higher up into the tree till she is at the top and aims her Rocket Launcher at the north gunner aiming more for his feet and when she has shot she crewels back down the tree

Realizing she has no idea where the sniper went as she can't detect any movement anywhere in the direction the shot came from, Cerl turns her attention to the dune buggy and it's occupants. Seeing them trying to unmount the squad automatic weapon from the front of the buggy, she takes careful aim at the driver, figuring that the seriously wounded passenger is much less of a threat. Quickly changing her mind, she opts to lob a grenade at the vehicle occupants.

Thelergramor looks back, leaning around the tree he took cover behind... There's a prick in a trenchcoat yelling at him. well. He's got too much backup to -eat- his liver... But Otto seems to have him. And he's asked to kill the north gunner. Which fucking way is north!? Bah. He aims at one of the other guys on the south truck; there's a rocket launcher aimed at the north one now... Cover Ebreus a bit, take one of them out. The wyrm offers up a quick prayer, half in spite, half from actual faith before looking down the sight of his rifle. Crouches, aims for the face, pulls the trigger with a murderous grin hidden behind his scarf. And Otto probably has him. Still. "I WILL SEND YOU VILE HEATHENS TO HELL!" He's in cover, the ham has returned.

Otto's trio of shots are perfectly aimed, resutling in the cult leader's head to snap back as they stitch their way up his face. Even as he collapses, teh gunner, who HAD been pointing at Otto, is ripped out of hte cupola and violently ripped apart. Though, despite this, peoples focus isn't on the beast that just ripped a man in half, or the beast that killed their leader. It's on the treeline as the rocket detonates teh truck and kills the trio on it's bed, including the gunner. As for Cerl's grenade, it lands perfectly between the two men, who barely get a chance to realize what's happened when it detonates at point blank range, killing them instantly. Thel's shot was basically redundent. The remaining 3 cultists are quickly throwing their weapons down, and raising their hands. They didn't want to die, no matter how good a rheotric their leader spat. The Marines they'd faced were never this few, and the skills the Agents showed were things they'd never thought being possible. This was far more than they asked for.

Otto blinks and tilts his head at what had just happened. Seriously? It was that easy? He thought they were in deep shit there for a moment. He doesn't put his rifle away, rather he leaves the woods and approaches the three that had surrendered. He'd already given away his location by opening fire anyway. "Down on the ground." he orders the men "Hands behind your heads, you move, I shoot." the jackal instructs, then waits for the rest of his team to gather back around. This all seemed too easy somehow... He presses the barrel of his weapon against one of the men's heads and asks "Are there others, where and how many? Talk!"

Ebreus growls as he dismembers his target shouting about how nothing could save them from him. Once the cultist he had grabbed is obviously dead he climbs into the back of the truck and glares down at them, the blood splatter of his last victum covering his hands, coat, and armor. He growls at them and he swivels the 50. cal over to aim at them and commands, "Obey."

Pelle shakes her a little an yells "otto, ebreus theirs still a sniper around and we don't know if he or she ran so get back into the forest and bring the three that surrendered with you they may have info we want to have" she climes down a bit to the lower branches where she runs over cheerful not to fall and jumps and using her wings to help glide to the tree to the left of the tree she was in

Cerl approaches the dune buggy, crossbow ready should either of her victims move. Checking them quickly to make sure they're dead....giving them a couple quick stabs with her dagger to make double sure they are, she then turns to inspect the SAW and it's mount. Seeing the gun looks mangled pretty bad by the grenade she threw, she shrugs and moves back towards the truck she arrived in. Stepping around it as she hears Otto ordering the remaining soldiers down, she first moves towards the forest enough to feel the mini bubble again, reactivating her invisibility, then settles down to watch for any movement on the other side of the river that might indicate the sniper has returned.

Thelergramor practically starts to drool at the thought of prisoners... (Not for that reason.) Completely fine with redundancy. He chambers another round, stays in cover and keeps his rifle on one of the surrendering cultists... "...I could make a crucifixion joke... I won't. 18 left." He reminds himself, watching the others... Then heads up, still in cover because there -was- a sniper. Another sniper. Not him. Moves up cautiously, stays in the trees, watches the dudes... "Make him bleed, man, he won't talk if there's no blood... I mean there's already gallons of the shit around... But still." Wyrm is hungry...

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" The man Otto was pinning replied, spitting at Otto's feet with a glare. There's the sound of more engines coming from teh east, as soon a convoy of tan military vehicles rolls up, 1 HMMWV in the front, and a Bradley with it's gun mount rotating. Behind that is another M35 2 and a half ton. Out of the three vehicles come several marines, weapons up and ready. They see the Agents in the area, and the number of dead cultists. One climbs onto the south truck, and checks the unarmored man.

"Ma'am, this is the cultist leader." the Marine reports, looking over at a Hellhound who was in fact lacking a rifle unlike hte rest of hte Marines present. "Right. Who's in charge of the Agents here?" The Marine asked, looking over the 5. "I'm Lieutenant Ramirez, commander of Bravo Company." She said, climbing onto the truck and looking down, while croched.

*click* Otto pulls the trigger, the bullets in his first clip all spent. "Oh, would you look at that. It's your lucky day." the jackal growls, then swings his weapon and *SMACK* knocks the defiant man out cold. With a stern look on his face, the jackal turns around as the vehicles arrive, his golden gaze wandering between the various men that'd emerged. He approaches the general and speaks firmly "We didn't settle on a pre-determined leader, most of us acted on our own accord. Unfortunately, the men who brought us here and gave us our mission briefing were gunned down during an ambush. After that, we handled things to the best of our abilities. No one really called thee shots, but I instructed these agents on how to handle combat situations, such as this one. This your guy?" he waves his rifle at the deceased cult leader.

Ebreus taps his claws against the 50. cal as the cultist yells at Otto. He was just forming the right death threat for this specific occasion when the trucks arive. He rotates the 50. cal around away from the cultist but doesn't focus it on the trucks while it is pointed in their general direction. When marines step out of the truck he smiles... still not like that matters as his helmet is covering the smile. He brushes some of the loose blood off of his amor. "He's about accurate. No determined leader, we just work together well enough." he says as he hops down from the MG turrent. "Anyone have something that could reconstitute our escourts?" he asks. Then a moment later he says, "And anybody get the sniper?"

Pelle jumps out of the tree she is in wand wakes to the car they came in taking cover behind the tire and looks to the marines and shakes her head "no leader but if i where to point my finger at somebody i who'd point it to otto, that's is my opinion" she looks to Ebreus "no the sniper is still alive and a danger unless the marines got to him or her" she looks to the leader of the marines "found a sniper on your way here? and sorry for wat happen to your men who was with oss"

Cerl moves enough to call out, "Ma'am, there's a sniper across the river somewhere. I suggest you and your troops keep their heads down. The sniper already killed our machine gunner while we were in a moving vehicle." She does not drop her invisibility while saying this, letting the marines come to whatever conclusion they wish about the disembodied voice.

Thelergramor is definitely not in charge... Could lie and say he is, but... everyone kind of said he's not already. He slings his rifle over his shoulder, looks over the marines... Shrugs again. Heads over to one of the prisoners, the one who spat, moving quick to catch up. He pulls the scarf off his face, goggles atop his helmet now. Grins. "Oh you have no idea what a monster is..." That said... There's a team of marines around, And Otto probably already knocked him out; can't scare him anymore. He moves onto the next prisoner, looks over him/her. Ponders. "So, then, heathen." He's really enjoying fighting a cult for once, basically ignoring the marines now, picking up one of the cultist's guns. "...You know, I'm not good at this taunting shit. You have any cigs?" He waves off Ebreus. "I can pick one back up, gimme a minute. They're not going anywhere."

The prisoner glares at Thel, while the other one can, well, visible piss himself as judged by the growing damp spot in his jeans. Ramriez sighs. "Fuck. Alright, let's get the dead gathered, and get back to the FOB. Speed is of the essence people!" She barks out, actually barks to start it. The Marines quickly move, gaterhing the dead and the three prisoners, before checking the dead Marines. "Corporal Hart, Private Victer, and Private Crasmire are all KIA ma'am. Victer took a round through teh brain..." One reported, pulling the dead Marine out of hte cupola. The other two's torso's were torn up, but otherwise they were definitely dead. Put onto stretchers brought off the new truck the Marines keep an eye out for hte forest across the river. "Let's get moving. I'll order a helo to get you back. Without their leader, I don't see this Cult enduring much longer. Force of personality indeed." Ramirez says, getting back into the HMMWV.

Otto nods and puts his weapon away. Another venture outside the bubble under his belt, another scar in his mind, another reason to wonder if everyone have lost their damn minds out here. Ye stretches out and yawns widely, then scratches himself under his chin and asks himself one question, the elephant in the room, if you will. "Why the fuck was this leader guy even all the way out here anyway? Dumbass..." the jackal rolls his eyes, then joins the others towards the road leading back to their chaotic lifestyle in the den of nimphomanic ferals.

Ebreus watches and listends carefully to the Lieutenant. Then when she calls for the dead marines to be moved he speaks up, "Hold on! Out sniper, Thel, can fix one of them at least." He then looks over to Thel and says, "You've got plenty of time to taunt the prisoners and limited time to restore them." trying to prod him into fixing one of them before it's too late. He turns his attention back to the Lieutenant, "So which one gets a new lease on life?" he asks her.

Pelle wakes over to ebreus and flutters up to his shoulder and sits down there "well I'm glad i managed to help a bit, and i want back into our bubble i want my rocket back" she looks to the corpse of the cult leader when she hears wat otto seas "yea, perhaps the place the called home was destroyed or something like that?"

Cerl scans the far treeline one more time before moving towards the military Hummer. Dropping her invisibility as she goes, she looks at the space remaining in the vehicle and then tries to find the best spot to fit her tauric body. "So, can I take it that killing the cult leader means mission accomplished? Seemed too easy, you sure it was him?" Shrugging regardless of the response, she mutters something about not being able to grab one of the working heavy weapons as a souvenir. Looking up suddenly, she asks, "On the way here, one of them...Private Victer, I think you called him? Said something about a pair of Godzillas rampaging up and down the cost in San Diego. What's a Godzilla?" She then growls at any laughter her question engenders. "Whatever. Must be a pre-pday thing. Never mind."

Thelergramor rubs at his snout, sniffs, snake tongue flicks out once, tail curling around his leg. "..." He opened his mouth to speak but doesn't say anything, but then remembers he's a terrible person and shoots the cultist. In the face. With his own gun. Tosses that away, and idly wanders over to the stretcher, and touches one of the dead marines to revive him/her... Preferably the one that was on the gun in the back. He liked that one...

Of course while waiting for the helicopter and hopefully not being restrained by marines for murdering that other guy, he can search literally every body for cigarettes. Oh and take trenchcoat man's liver out.

And -then- probably be arrested.[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act III - Mounting Tensions - RPLOG

2017-08-09T18:27:21Z

Glein:

San Diego Act III - Mounting Tensions - RPLOG

2017-07-28T06:39:58Z

Glein:

Here at teh border between Fairhaven and the wider world is intangible, invisible, and most importantly, real. There's no makers, no warnings, no security, just, the ruins of Fairhaven ravaged by the nanites on one side, clear to see, and then buildings that simply have not been worked on or maintained in nearly a decade. The difference is stark and in some ways, a clear reminder of just how much of an effect the nanites actually HAVE within the bubble.
Of course, this one time, there is a truck sitting outside the bubble, a large two and a half ton beast in plain tan, the back exposed to the elements, while a pair of Marines from teh San Diego force wait to transport those who would be dealing with the ongoing raider attacks. Both are hellhound in form, and watching the border carefully. One sitting in the ring mount for a machine gun, and was manning it, though his aim was pointed out into the wilderness beyond.

T'was a gloomy evening at the edge of the Fairhaven bubble, but one jackal with a golden coat of fur and a lot of armaments was happily striding towards his mission's starting point. He knew the risks, he'd done this countless times before, and to him it all meant several things -- adventure, danger, excitement! His blood was boiling at the prospect of a good challenge and with all his gear cleaned and primed for use, he was ready to rumble, ready to headbutt the challenge and take his wounds with pride!

Stomping his way to his target destination, the metalic shine of his heavy armor reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, the jackal stops once he spots the gathered escort that'd been arranged for them. He whistles sharply and grins at the sight of the mutants gathered, then greets the soldiers with a salute and asks, "Evening fellas! Did I get here too soon or something?"

Trying to ignore the weather and intellectualize away any nerves Ebreus aproaches the hellhound soldiers holding his shield in one hand, and flamethrower with two others he was as ready as he would ever be for the first mission where there was a chance of death higher than 'unlikely'. He takes a breath and calms down as he spots Otto.

Aproaching him with only his wings and tails exposed, "Hello Otto." he says and turning his attention to the Marines he says, "Greetings."
Pelle flutters throw the air to the meeting place for her first mission outside of the bubble. She flutters down when she gets close and spots Ebreus and Otto and flutters down to them "Hello Ebreus and hello Otto" she looks to the two marines "And hello to the two of you!"

Early summer evening. Still far more light than Cerl was entirely comfortable with while sneaking around, but that's what she had her invisibility tricks for. Silently padding through the city to where her mate had asked her to meet up, she reviewed the mission statement that had come across her comms recently. Ghosting up behind her mate, she lets her invisibility drop and taps Otto on his shoulder. "Hey love, I'm here." She looks around then at the gathering agents, giving each a nod of recognition and a quick 'Hello, Ebreus, Pelle." before giving her gear one last check.

Thelergramor was wandering around, making life hell for ferals before he remembered: He's supposed to do shit today. Currently a Crimson Wyrm, the Fox dedicated, former Zephyr securityman just wanders on up to the marines, walking despite his ability to fly. Which probably won't work outside the bubble... Glide, maybe... He's never tried. Armed, armor wearing and goggled, the wyrm fidgets with his rifle, counting ammo, coming out to 20 rounds (two mags of 10) while he approaches, scarf pulled up over his reptilian snout. Has a few other weapons, noting he's not the only one with a flamethrower. He approves of this, silently, despite not knowing any of these people... As far as he remembers.

The pair of Marines, one standing by the driver's door of the truck, the other in the cupola, give the approaching agents a small huff of recognition. Not actual recognition, just acknowledging they exist. Once the five arrive, the driver lifts her left hand off her M4 and points to the back of the truck. "Mount up. It's about 3 hours of driving, and we're expecting this God-Damned 'Cult of the Clean' to cause trouble on the way there." She growls, before opening the driver door and climbing in herself. As each of you exit the bubble proper, unless you'd done a lot of out of bubble work before, the wave of nauseaus as you step out is almost dehabilitating. Explaining the truck.

One would wonder what crawled up their asses. Otto was just being civil, as were the others... He gives his mate a nudge and a wink, barely able to spill a word before they're crammed into the vehicle and brought outside the bubble. He does get a chance to greet the others proper, and once the bubble is left behind, the jackal feels that familiar sense of nausea. He'd gotten so used to it now, that it just spelled excitement for him. He was ready for what was to come. Thankfully, no one spills their lunch along the way, avoiding any unwanted messes... The jackal remains quiet during their trip, preferring instead to humm a tune he was playing back in his head.

Ebreus nods, not knowing or really caring that they're not sociable so long as they'ree good at their jobs. Ebreus makes sure to board the truck imediently after Otto and score a suitable seat for the ride by his friends or at least work-buddies. "Cult of the Clean... I am unfamiliar with them. I get the armed and hostile part. Do we know their motives?" As they pass the edge of the bubble knowing presicely why he was nauseaus aids him in intellectualizing and ignoring the familiar nausia. "Anybody else have Regulation? If not I'm putting up a bubble." he says and true to his word if noone puts up a bubble he does.

Pelle follows after ebreus and sits down beside him not really sure wat to do since it's her first time outside of the bubble and as she feels this sudden nausea hit her she almost throws up but manages to swallow it back down and raises her hand when she hears wat Ebreus is asking "i have it, and wat was this feeling that just hit me?" she looks a bit sick but other than that she seems to be fine she shakes her head a bit and sits up and looks to Ebreus "i can run the nanomagic since I'm not too sure of the things that will happen here"

Cerl takes a deep breath, and then strides through the bubble edge, swallowing down any nausea she feels after having traveled outside of the bubble so often. Settling herself down in the back of the truck, near the tail so she can jump out and vanish or at least hide at a moment's notice in order to strike from the shadows as is her usual preferred method of combat, Cerl glances over at the marines. "Any information on what we can expect from this Cult? Their known weapons, numbers, what have you?" She sighs in relief as the regulation bubble goes up. "Ahh, that feels better, thanks whoever just put the bubble up. Woe be to any ambushers now" she snickers softly to herself as she once again fades to near total invisibility. "I'll be right over here unless we get jumped."

"Cultists? Sounds like fun..." Thel says, quietly looking over the group again. He steps across the threshold, and the naniteless bubble hits him. He sniffs, feels sick for a moment, his body temperature going back to normal. No longer icy... The feeling passes. As does his silence. "Never get used to that. So, 3 hours. Ten to One we get ambushed somewhere around hour 2. And no, no nanomagic on my end." Unless you do get used to leaving the bubble... And he hasn't. Still, the wyrm mounts up, hoping it will rain while he takes a seat, tapping a claw idly on his rifle... Sniffs again, when Cerl mostly disappears. No comment.

The Marine up in the gun turret growls. "Survivors who were caught outside the bubbles when the Bio-Weapon dropped. They view anyone, or anything that cames out of the afflicted areas as unclean. Known weapons are assorted small arms. AK's, AR-15's, even some US issue gear they likely scavanged. Thank God they haven't brought out anything to kill vehicles." He says, his gaze pointed out to the fields. "Been raiding our convoy's moving equipment to establish the FOB's for protecting the proposed trade line." He finished.

The Agents have plenty of time to ponder things, the vehicle lacking any real 'shocks' for the various pot holes and bumps in the unmaintained road of State Highway 101, driving south. The Marines seem more upset at this Cult than the Agents themselves, more than happy to chatter with them. "So, just wanting to clear up something... the Weapon turned Fairhaven into a Furry's paradise, and Woodfield into a fantasy nerd's wet dream? Seems a little specific, then again... We had two Godzilla's tearing up the entire San Diego coast."

Otto listens closely and nods as he picks up on the information. He doesn't much care that the regulation bubble comes up, it made no difference to him. He does however have a few things to say. *CLAP* he clasps his paws "OKAY!" he exclaims loudly and makes use of his illusion nanomagic for the first real time.

Before everyone materializes a series of visual aids that everyone could see. "It's clear we'll be dealing with a lot of hostility, so I'd like to first of all remind everyone about the basics of warfare. Number one, keep your fucking eyes and ears open at all times. Whoever gets the jump wins half the fight." he exclaims loudly, an illusionary overview of an ambush situation manifesting before everyone in which the ones being ambushed are easily picked off by a barrage of gunfire.

"Number two, use the terrain. If you're being shot at, dive for cover if you don't have your own, circle around and flank rather than engaging head-on, if you can. You're useless if you just sit under cover all the time, this is true, but you know what makes you more useless?" an image of a corpse riddled with bullet wounds manifests before them "Looking like this poor bastard here. It is not a fun experience, take it from me, I've been there once."

"Number three!" the jackal exclaims loudly and snaps his fingers, manifesting the image of a typical soldier for them, garbed in commonly seen combat armor. "We know these schmucks have military equipment. Expect them to wear bulletproof vests and helmets. I'm not seeing a lot of long-range firearms in this team, so point number two goes double. Be smart, try to flank. If we had someone with a rifle, these are the key weaknesses you should aim to exploit." he explains as the exposed and unprotected areas around the joints and groin, added to the neck and face light up in red to point out what the jackal was talking about.

"LASTLY!" he exclaims once more "Know your opponent's arsenal." he goes on to show off a variety of different firearms by class and type, explaining their accuracies and how deadly they are at different ranges, how accurate they are and a few tid-bits regarding how tough one's armor needs to be to withstand a round from each of them."

The illusion vanishes, and Otto finishes off by saying "But relax... we're from Fairhaven, folks. We deal with kaiju-sized monsters and rabid atrocities. What's a few soldiers? Keep your wits, fight smart, not strong, and most importantly, stay the fuck alive because if I have to come back and give death reports into Zephyr, that's going to ruin my entire fucking week!" he jokes, then leans back.

Ebreus smiles, even though it isn't likely to be seen or significant covered by the front of his helmet, as Pelle puts up a Regulation Bubble. "It's the nanites going to battery mode, Pelle, happens whenever you leave the bubble." he explains. He takes mental note of each weapon listed by the marine. He rides quietly as they make for the destination and then when the marine speaks up he thinks for a moment before replying, "That's kind of accurate. There's more fur than fantasy in Fairhaven and the other way 'round in Woodfield but there's still pleanty of WTF in both." Seeing the illusion appear in front of his eyes Ebreus watches and listens as Otto explains how to stay alive. He takes careful not of Ottos four tips for staying alive and once Otto finishes his speach he nods, "Alright, no deaths." he comments.

Pelle nods as she lisenas to ebreus explain wat happen to her "huh so that is wat happen, well it's an interesting feeling" she looks to the illusions and nods "ok i hope my small size will make it hard for them to hit me, and i do the best i can" she thinks for a moment before asking "and how will firearms work outside of the bubble?" she asks to nobody in specific

Cerl looks up, though noone can see the movement as anything other than a slight shimmer in the air. "Bio weapon? I take it, since you mentioned the bubbles, that you're not talking about pday? What is this bio weapon then, and do we need to take other precautions against infection or contamination from it?" She keeps a ear cocked towards Otto as he goes over standard battle tactics...tactics she was already intimately familiar with. Turning to Pelle, Cerl snickers. "Firearms work just fine, but are limited to however much ammo is in your clip, or like my crossbow, how much you can carry. That's why I bring 100 bolts on an out of bubble mission, along with my dagger."

Thelergramor snerks a bit. "Well they're not wrong about the cleanliness bit! Place is -covered- in semen." Is amused, up until he realizes that the marine just tempted fate with that 'kill vehicles' comment. Then he is even more amused! He leans back in his seat, hand rubbing along his sniper rifle's barrel, a bit... eager... "...Anyone have any cigarettes? Ran out last week." Not... not very concerned or professional right now... But he follows along with Otto and his imaging. That said, he's familiar with where to shoot people who have armor. Been doing the murder for a few years now. Really, he's just waiting for the truck to explode at this point... Though he does correct Ebreus. "No deaths on our side, you mean..." Should've brought a gas mask...

The Marine in the cupola shrugs. "Sorry, forgot you all have a different name for it. Us and the Navy boy's call it the Bio-weapon, ya'll call it nanites. IT was hte only explianation we could come up with for why... We didn't look human, and it'd been nearly a year before we had our wits about us again. San Diego is still a bit of a war zone with rioters attacking convoys as well, but we can handle them well enough. It's this cultists who've been giving us trouble." He replies. "Jsut figured I'd ask. Only experience we've had with folks outside San Diego was those teams your trio of factions sent our way twice." So far, 2 hours in, still no ambush, but that doesn't mean the Marine is being lax in his duty.

The road was still in horrible shape with 9 years of neglect to the, but it seemed they'd reach the point where even the truck was having to slow down to navigate the debris from nature doing it's thing undisturbed. "As for these raiders... We think they started as a group with a crazy religious bent prior to the Attack, uhh, P-day as you call it... Then with the chaos got big. Also, kiddo, firearms work just fine out here. Just make sure to count your bullets. You only got so many of 'em."
Otto strikes his chest, where his bandoleer was located. There, he had magazines a-plenty for his own firearms, including several grenades, some rapid deployment adrenaline and painkiller shots, and a combat knife. He had plenty of ammunition, but it definitely was not infinite. It was at this point that the jackal wanted to scream out "ARE WE THERE YET?" like a little child, that would have been a funny thing to do, and rather stupid as well. Were the otter nanites still skewing his judgement, he'd have repeated it several times over by now, but clearheaded as he was, he keeps his antics under control.

"Run in, ice the opposition, get the hell out. Basic shit." he shrugs and stares out the window "I wish we had a better lay of the land, but I suppose we'll improvise. Cerl and I can't really stealth around too well without the mini bubble. Well, she can. I can't." turning to her, or rather the spot that now contained some barely visible blurry lines, he shoots her a wink and says "You'll have an advantage when we get there. We'll want to know what we're really dealing with."

Ebreus chuckles as he is corrected about the 'on our side' part. He calms himself after a few moments. While a bright mood might be useful laughter was likely a distraction, at least so thought Ebreus. "Our bubbles are in a mostly peaceful semi-anarchistic state... no major rioters but the only offenses great enough to warrent really any serious punishment is murder... which is very hard to do in a bubble that'll keep you from dieing to anything but total brain destruction." he explains happy to talk to the Marine as they ride to their destination. "So if you've got a few guns and don't mind heart shots instead of headshots life is nice." he adds.

Pelle nods "ah well ok if i know that i who'd have made a few battery's for my laser rifle and a few rockets for my rocket Launcher" she things for a bit more "and the bubble i have will cheap the powers i have active?" she thinks for a bit more and seems to be holding her breach for a long time

Cerl nods, though she knows the movement can't be seen. "Well enough then, no special gear needed. Just get in, kick some ass, get out like Otto said."

Thelergramor finally does take a minute to ogle the marines... Not that they can tell through his goggles. Shrugs to himself, goes back to being good. "Yeah, go in, kill them, all that, but, no smokes then?" Ponders. "Yeah, killing people is -really- hard in the bubble." Remains tobacco free... goes back to idly fidgeting with his rifle.

"Bravo Company, this is Fireteam Echo. Approaching FOB Redway. ETA, 30 minutes. Bringing 5 Agents from Fairhaven." The Marine in the Passenger seat said, suddenly revealing that there were in fact three Marines on this truck. Considering the canvas cover is not on, and hte back of hte truck is open to hte world, there was a lot of open sky and easily viewed surroundings.

Sadly, all that open ground just happened to also be a disadvantage to seeing what happens next. "Yeah well, we'll see if we're lucky or not today. If not, you'l-" The Marine in teh cupola was saying, before his head suddenly snapped to the side, the right side of his helmet erupting in a small spray of blood, as the crack of a rifle echos though the area. Inside the cabin of hte truck, the two Marines curse. "AMBUSH!" The driver calls out. "Bravo, Bravo, taking sniper fire! I say again, taking sniper fire!" THe one on the radio reports. There was soon the rumble of an engine being gunned through the woods and a dune buggy bursts out of hte forest behind the truck, bouncing a moment on the road as it hit. Sitting in teh passenger seat of that vehicle was someone armed with what looked like a machine gun. Which once the buggy stopped serving on the road, opened fire on the group in teh back.

The moment the chaos was unleashed, Otto didn't think twice. *click, snap* he primes his Semi-Automatic rifle and turns around to take aim at the attacking vehicle. He unleashes a barrage of bullets at the passenger side attacker, aiming for his torso to maximize his chances of hitting him. They were exposed, but he was confident in his armor. Bullet wounds were nothing new to him.

Ebreus moves to put his shield between himself and the attackers as quickly as possible. He stabilizes his position as best he can in the moving truck and prepares to subject the drivet to a ranged equivalent to the electric chair should they pass within range.

Pelle gets up from her seat and wakes to the end where she climes up a bit and takes out a grenade with she pulls the pin out of and throwers at the buggy when she has thrown it she goes back in and hides behind ebreus shield

Cerl's head whips around as the dune buggy comes crashing out of the forest. Raising her crossbow, she takes aim at the driver of the vehicle and snaps off her shot. "Someone get on that machine gun, take them out!" she yells as she ducks down to try and take cover behind the tailgate of the transport truck while she reloads.

Thelergramor snaps his head towards the car coming up behind them, ignoring the deadass marine. He hefts his rifle up to his shoulder, though firing from a moving vehicle at another moving vehicle on a shitty road is not ideal... But one more bullet won't hurt. He shifts in his seated position, braces his rifle, aims down the sight and fires one shot at the machine gun wielding passenger. Driverguy isn't an issue yet... Then starts looking for the sniper, head down, not about to trust his helmet. "Hey! You're invisible, you get up there! Won't hit you!" In response to Cerl...

The crossbow bolt did it's work, hitting the driver, but not killing them, having grazed his arm. IT did however throw the machine gunner's aim off enough that the bullets went high and missed those in the back of the 2 and a half ton military truck. Of course, the pair shooting at the gunner both succeeded in hitting him, though they were not immediately fatal shots, the cry of pain from the gunner enough to distract the driver, who was in teh middle of a swerve, which put it right in teh path of hte grenade. Though it detonated undernear teh buggy, it evidently caused enough damage that the vehicle was slowing down. The truck however, is soon skidding to a stop suddenly. "SHIT!" The Driver growls out, before the sound of a heavy machine gun begins to chatter. Ahead of hte truck. The rounds punch through not only the bullet-resistant glass, but also through the back of the cabin, flying high above the agents in the bed of the truck's back. There's no more response from the pair of Marines in the front.

"Monsters of the unclean! This is your ONLY warning. These monsters claiming to be Marines have been warned time and again to leave, go back to their foul lands! If you attempt to stop the Cult of hte Clean, we will kill any you send out of your foul land!" The voice calling this out is deep, almost manicial.

Well, shit... Otto curses under his breath once the truck halted in its tracks, though looking at the way those last few rounds chewed through their bullet-resistant glass, it was clear that they were faced with something far more significant. "Is everyone alright?" he asks loudly, then tries his best to spot their new attackers. Activating his Vanishing nanomagic, the jackal disappears from direct sight, climbs out of the truck and lands with a heavy *thud*, his armor making his footfalls quite audible indeed. "We can't stay here! Head for the trees! Eb, use the shield to cover us!" Otto instructs, thinking frantically about what to do.

Ebreus lays against the truckbed with the shield atop him angled so that bullets /should/ bounce rather than penetrate. Hearing Otto jump out he takes a deep breath and climbs out of the back of the truck. He makes use of his telepathic Nanomagic to say to everyone in range, "Alright, if you want shielded get behind me." He then backs into the closer forrest keeping his shield between him and the machine gun and sniper to the best of his ability.

Pelle climes out of the now stopped car and tries her best to stay hidden and when she gets to the forest she climes up the nearest tree and disappears into the greenery

Cerl leaps out of the truck, dashing into the treeline while trying to determine where the sniper was hiding, and moving in that direction with the intention to ambush the punk right back. Once she leaves the range of the bubble and can see herself again, she employs every stealth skill she knows to remain undetected as she slinks through the forest towards her goal. Realizing the sniper is in the forest on the far side of the river, she watches for a narrower area she can cross quickly and easily...and most importantly, undetected. She keeps her senses peeled for any hint of any other enemies as she moves, ready to take them out if need be.

Thelergramor eyes the rest of his team, minus Cerl, can't see Cerl... Then scans about over the side of the truck for the sniper. He draws back the bolt on his rifle, ejects the casing, loads the new round. "HEY, CUNTISTS!" Good one, he whispers to himself. If they want maniacal, he'll give them maniacal... "I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FUCKING LIVER AND SHOW YOU WHAT HELL IS LIKE! IN NOMINE PATR-! Huh-?" Aaaand then the rest of his team is leaving, his confidence deflates significantly. Proceeds to dive out of the truck, hopefully roll, and use Ebreus's sheild as cover. Hopefully gets a bit deep into the woods where vehicles with machine guns can't chase him before taking cover behind something thick. Or solid.

"Make this easy on yourselves! We can end your misery quickly with our 50 calibers!" The voice says. Those looking to the west seeing the reason for the Truck stopping. There were two green, brown and black trucks like the one the Agents arrived in blocking the road. Every single person present were human in form, and they were in whatever random peices of clothing they could find that was still servicable, under Army vests (due to the ACU pattern they bore), but one man, standing on the back of the southern truck was not wearing any armor. Just a long duster over a leather shirt and pants. "Once we grow strong enough, we'll end your foul hives and return humanity to it's rightful place as the clean beings we were meant to be!" He calls out. If anyone had to guess, this guy was likely the cult leader. Of course, there wasn't any sign of the sniper, but chances were that they were already gone by the time the truck stopped. The gunners track to fire on the shielded being, the look of hate and venom in their expression impossible to miss even over the muzzle flashes of the M2 Brownings that were mounted on the trucks.

Otto growls quietly at the taunts, now under the cover of the foliage. He was perceptive enough to spot the unarmored one, and that weakness was just the opening he needed. He'd trained under multiple marksmen to become a deadeye shot himself, and this was the opportunity to send those fucking cultists reeling.

The jackal went off on his own, keeping under the cover of the trees, at least as far as he could reach and stay within the bubble provided by their friend. He draws his Semi-Automatic rifle and kneels down, takes careful aim.

"Steady, steady..." he murmurs to himself, his crosshairs dancing ever so slightly over their target. He had one, maybe two shots at this guy before he ducks for cover, and once he's seen, they'll open fire on him. He had to make this count. His breathing ceased, and he even felt his heartbeat waver as he struggles so hard to line the perfect shot, and once he thinks he does, at that crucial moment... *BANG BANG BANG* he lets three bullets fly, aimed at the leader's head.

Ebreus moves around the arena staying behind the cover of trees as best he can positioning himself in so that one of the trucks is between him and the turrent as he telepathically says, "Kill the north gunner, I have the south. Somebody lob a bunch of explosives I need a distraction." and with that he readies himself to surprize the west MG once the east comes under attack.

Pelle climes higher up into the tree till she is at the top and aims her Rocket Launcher at the north gunner aiming more for his feet and when she has shot she crewels back down the tree

Realizing she has no idea where the sniper went as she can't detect any movement anywhere in the direction the shot came from, Cerl turns her attention to the dune buggy and it's occupants. Seeing them trying to unmount the squad automatic weapon from the front of the buggy, she takes careful aim at the driver, figuring that the seriously wounded passenger is much less of a threat. Quickly changing her mind, she opts to lob a grenade at the vehicle occupants.

Thelergramor looks back, leaning around the tree he took cover behind... There's a prick in a trenchcoat yelling at him. well. He's got too much backup to -eat- his liver... But Otto seems to have him. And he's asked to kill the north gunner. Which fucking way is north!? Bah. He aims at one of the other guys on the south truck; there's a rocket launcher aimed at the north one now... Cover Ebreus a bit, take one of them out. The wyrm offers up a quick prayer, half in spite, half from actual faith before looking down the sight of his rifle. Crouches, aims for the face, pulls the trigger with a murderous grin hidden behind his scarf. And Otto probably has him. Still. "I WILL SEND YOU VILE HEATHENS TO HELL!" He's in cover, the ham has returned.

Otto's trio of shots are perfectly aimed, resutling in the cult leader's head to snap back as they stitch their way up his face. Even as he collapses, teh gunner, who HAD been pointing at Otto, is ripped out of hte cupola and violently ripped apart. Though, despite this, peoples focus isn't on the beast that just ripped a man in half, or the beast that killed their leader. It's on the treeline as the rocket detonates teh truck and kills the trio on it's bed, including the gunner. As for Cerl's grenade, it lands perfectly between the two men, who barely get a chance to realize what's happened when it detonates at point blank range, killing them instantly. Thel's shot was basically redundent. The remaining 3 cultists are quickly throwing their weapons down, and raising their hands. They didn't want to die, no matter how good a rheotric their leader spat. The Marines they'd faced were never this few, and the skills the Agents showed were things they'd never thought being possible. This was far more than they asked for.

Otto blinks and tilts his head at what had just happened. Seriously? It was that easy? He thought they were in deep shit there for a moment. He doesn't put his rifle away, rather he leaves the woods and approaches the three that had surrendered. He'd already given away his location by opening fire anyway. "Down on the ground." he orders the men "Hands behind your heads, you move, I shoot." the jackal instructs, then waits for the rest of his team to gather back around. This all seemed too easy somehow... He presses the barrel of his weapon against one of the men's heads and asks "Are there others, where and how many? Talk!"

Ebreus growls as he dismembers his target shouting about how nothing could save them from him. Once the cultist he had grabbed is obviously dead he climbs into the back of the truck and glares down at them, the blood splatter of his last victum covering his hands, coat, and armor. He growls at them and he swivels the 50. cal over to aim at them and commands, "Obey."

Pelle shakes her a little an yells "otto, ebreus theirs still a sniper around and we don't know if he or she ran so get back into the forest and bring the three that surrendered with you they may have info we want to have" she climes down a bit to the lower branches where she runs over cheerful not to fall and jumps and using her wings to help glide to the tree to the left of the tree she was in

Cerl approaches the dune buggy, crossbow ready should either of her victims move. Checking them quickly to make sure they're dead....giving them a couple quick stabs with her dagger to make double sure they are, she then turns to inspect the SAW and it's mount. Seeing the gun looks mangled pretty bad by the grenade she threw, she shrugs and moves back towards the truck she arrived in. Stepping around it as she hears Otto ordering the remaining soldiers down, she first moves towards the forest enough to feel the mini bubble again, reactivating her invisibility, then settles down to watch for any movement on the other side of the river that might indicate the sniper has returned.

Thelergramor practically starts to drool at the thought of prisoners... (Not for that reason.) Completely fine with redundancy. He chambers another round, stays in cover and keeps his rifle on one of the surrendering cultists... "...I could make a crucifixion joke... I won't. 18 left." He reminds himself, watching the others... Then heads up, still in cover because there -was- a sniper. Another sniper. Not him. Moves up cautiously, stays in the trees, watches the dudes... "Make him bleed, man, he won't talk if there's no blood... I mean there's already gallons of the shit around... But still." Wyrm is hungry...

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" The man Otto was pinning replied, spitting at Otto's feet with a glare. There's the sound of more engines coming from teh east, as soon a convoy of tan military vehicles rolls up, 1 HMMWV in the front, and a Bradley with it's gun mount rotating. Behind that is another M35 2 and a half ton. Out of the three vehicles come several marines, weapons up and ready. They see the Agents in the area, and the number of dead cultists. One climbs onto the south truck, and checks the unarmored man.

"Ma'am, this is the cultist leader." the Marine reports, looking over at a Hellhound who was in fact lacking a rifle unlike hte rest of hte Marines present. "Right. Who's in charge of the Agents here?" The Marine asked, looking over the 5. "I'm Lieutenant Ramirez, commander of Bravo Company." She said, climbing onto the truck and looking down, while croched.

*click* Otto pulls the trigger, the bullets in his first clip all spent. "Oh, would you look at that. It's your lucky day." the jackal growls, then swings his weapon and *SMACK* knocks the defiant man out cold. With a stern look on his face, the jackal turns around as the vehicles arrive, his golden gaze wandering between the various men that'd emerged. He approaches the general and speaks firmly "We didn't settle on a pre-determined leader, most of us acted on our own accord. Unfortunately, the men who brought us here and gave us our mission briefing were gunned down during an ambush. After that, we handled things to the best of our abilities. No one really called thee shots, but I instructed these agents on how to handle combat situations, such as this one. This your guy?" he waves his rifle at the deceased cult leader.

Ebreus taps his claws against the 50. cal as the cultist yells at Otto. He was just forming the right death threat for this specific occasion when the trucks arive. He rotates the 50. cal around away from the cultist but doesn't focus it on the trucks while it is pointed in their general direction. When marines step out of the truck he smiles... still not like that matters as his helmet is covering the smile. He brushes some of the loose blood off of his amor. "He's about accurate. No determined leader, we just work together well enough." he says as he hops down from the MG turrent. "Anyone have something that could reconstitute our escourts?" he asks. Then a moment later he says, "And anybody get the sniper?"

Pelle jumps out of the tree she is in wand wakes to the car they came in taking cover behind the tire and looks to the marines and shakes her head "no leader but if i where to point my finger at somebody i who'd point it to otto, that's is my opinion" she looks to Ebreus "no the sniper is still alive and a danger unless the marines got to him or her" she looks to the leader of the marines "found a sniper on your way here? and sorry for wat happen to your men who was with oss"

Cerl moves enough to call out, "Ma'am, there's a sniper across the river somewhere. I suggest you and your troops keep their heads down. The sniper already killed our machine gunner while we were in a moving vehicle." She does not drop her invisibility while saying this, letting the marines come to whatever conclusion they wish about the disembodied voice.

Thelergramor is definitely not in charge... Could lie and say he is, but... everyone kind of said he's not already. He slings his rifle over his shoulder, looks over the marines... Shrugs again. Heads over to one of the prisoners, the one who spat, moving quick to catch up. He pulls the scarf off his face, goggles atop his helmet now. Grins. "Oh you have no idea what a monster is..." That said... There's a team of marines around, And Otto probably already knocked him out; can't scare him anymore. He moves onto the next prisoner, looks over him/her. Ponders. "So, then, heathen." He's really enjoying fighting a cult for once, basically ignoring the marines now, picking up one of the cultist's guns. "...You know, I'm not good at this taunting shit. You have any cigs?" He waves off Ebreus. "I can pick one back up, gimme a minute. They're not going anywhere."

The prisoner glares at Thel, while the other one can, well, visible piss himself as judged by the growing damp spot in his jeans. Ramriez sighs. "Fuck. Alright, let's get the dead gathered, and get back to the FOB. Speed is of the essence people!" She barks out, actually barks to start it. The Marines quickly move, gaterhing the dead and the three prisoners, before checking the dead Marines. "Corporal Hart, Private Victer, and Private Crasmire are all KIA ma'am. Victer took a round through teh brain..." One reported, pulling the dead Marine out of hte cupola. The other two's torso's were torn up, but otherwise they were definitely dead. Put onto stretchers brought off the new truck the Marines keep an eye out for hte forest across the river. "Let's get moving. I'll order a helo to get you back. Without their leader, I don't see this Cult enduring much longer. Force of personality indeed." Ramirez says, getting back into the HMMWV.

Otto nods and puts his weapon away. Another venture outside the bubble under his belt, another scar in his mind, another reason to wonder if everyone have lost their damn minds out here. Ye stretches out and yawns widely, then scratches himself under his chin and asks himself one question, the elephant in the room, if you will. "Why the fuck was this leader guy even all the way out here anyway? Dumbass..." the jackal rolls his eyes, then joins the others towards the road leading back to their chaotic lifestyle in the den of nimphomanic ferals.

Ebreus watches and listends carefully to the Lieutenant. Then when she calls for the dead marines to be moved he speaks up, "Hold on! Out sniper, Thel, can fix one of them at least." He then looks over to Thel and says, "You've got plenty of time to taunt the prisoners and limited time to restore them." trying to prod him into fixing one of them before it's too late. He turns his attention back to the Lieutenant, "So which one gets a new lease on life?" he asks her.

Pelle wakes over to ebreus and flutters up to his shoulder and sits down there "well I'm glad i managed to help a bit, and i want back into our bubble i want my rocket back" she looks to the corpse of the cult leader when she hears wat otto seas "yea, perhaps the place the called home was destroyed or something like that?"

Cerl scans the far treeline one more time before moving towards the military Hummer. Dropping her invisibility as she goes, she looks at the space remaining in the vehicle and then tries to find the best spot to fit her tauric body. "So, can I take it that killing the cult leader means mission accomplished? Seemed too easy, you sure it was him?" Shrugging regardless of the response, she mutters something about not being able to grab one of the working heavy weapons as a souvenir. Looking up suddenly, she asks, "On the way here, one of them...Private Victer, I think you called him? Said something about a pair of Godzillas rampaging up and down the cost in San Diego. What's a Godzilla?" She then growls at any laughter her question engenders. "Whatever. Must be a pre-pday thing. Never mind."

Thelergramor rubs at his snout, sniffs, snake tongue flicks out once, tail curling around his leg. "..." He opened his mouth to speak but doesn't say anything, but then remembers he's a terrible person and shoots the cultist. In the face. With his own gun. Tosses that away, and idly wanders over to the stretcher, and touches one of the dead marines to revive him/her... Preferably the one that was on the gun in the back. He liked that one...

Of course while waiting for the helicopter and hopefully not being restrained by marines for murdering that other guy, he can search literally every body for cigarettes. Oh and take trenchcoat man's liver out.

And -then- probably be arrested.

San Diego Act III - Mounting Tensions - RPLOG

2017-07-28T06:34:46Z

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Here at teh border between Fairhaven and the wider world is intangible, invisible, and most importantly, real. There's no makers, no warnings, no security, just, the ruins of Fairhaven ravaged by the nanites on one side, clear to see, and then buildings that simply have not been worked on or maintained in nearly a decade. The difference is stark and in some ways, a clear reminder of just how much of an effect the nanites actually HAVE within the bubble.
Of course, this one time, there is a truck sitting outside the bubble, a large two and a half ton beast in plain tan, the back exposed to the elements, while a pair of Marines from teh San Diego force wait to transport those who would be dealing with the ongoing raider attacks. Both are hellhound in form, and watching the border carefully. One sitting in the ring mount for a machine gun, and was manning it, though his aim was pointed out into the wilderness beyond.

T'was a gloomy evening at the edge of the Fairhaven bubble, but one jackal with a golden coat of fur and a lot of armaments was happily striding towards his mission's starting point. He knew the risks, he'd done this countless times before, and to him it all meant several things -- adventure, danger, excitement! His blood was boiling at the prospect of a good challenge and with all his gear cleaned and primed for use, he was ready to rumble, ready to headbutt the challenge and take his wounds with pride!

Stomping his way to his target destination, the metalic shine of his heavy armor reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, the jackal stops once he spots the gathered escort that'd been arranged for them. He whistles sharply and grins at the sight of the mutants gathered, then greets the soldiers with a salute and asks, "Evening fellas! Did I get here too soon or something?"
Trying to ignore the weather and intellectualize away any nerves Ebreus aproaches the hellhound soldiers holding his shield in one hand, and flamethrower with two others he was as ready as he would ever be for the first mission where there was a chance of death higher than 'unlikely'. He takes a breath and calms down as he spots Otto. Aproaching him with only his wings and tails exposed, "Hello Otto." he says and turning his attention to the Marines he says, "Greetings."
Pelle flutters throw the air to the meeting place for her first mission outside of the bubble. She flutters down when she gets close and spots Ebreus and Otto and flutters down to them "Hello Ebreus and hello Otto" she looks to the two marines "And hello to the two of you!"
Early summer evening. Still far more light than Cerl was entirely comfortable with while sneaking around, but that's what she had her invisibility tricks for. Silently padding through the city to where her mate had asked her to meet up, she reviewed the mission statement that had come across her comms recently. Ghosting up behind her mate, she lets her invisibility drop and taps Otto on his shoulder. "Hey love, I'm here." She looks around then at the gathering agents, giving each a nod of recognition and a quick 'Hello, Ebreus, Pelle." before giving her gear one last check.
Thelergramor was wandering around, making life hell for ferals before he remembered: He's supposed to do shit today. Currently a Crimson Wyrm, the Fox dedicated, former Zephyr securityman just wanders on up to the marines, walking despite his ability to fly. Which probably won't work outside the bubble... Glide, maybe... He's never tried. Armed, armor wearing and goggled, the wyrm fidgets with his rifle, counting ammo, coming out to 20 rounds (two mags of 10) while he approaches, scarf pulled up over his reptilian snout. Has a few other weapons, noting he's not the only one with a flamethrower. He approves of this, silently, despite not knowing any of these people... As far as he remembers.
The pair of Marines, one standing by the driver's door of the truck, the other in the cupola, give the approaching agents a small huff of recognition. Not actual recognition, just acknowledging they exist. Once the five arrive, the driver lifts her left hand off her M4 and points to the back of the truck. "Mount up. It's about 3 hours of driving, and we're expecting this God-Damned 'Cult of the Clean' to cause trouble on the way there." She growls, before opening the driver door and climbing in herself. As each of you exit the bubble proper, unless you'd done a lot of out of bubble work before, the wave of nauseaus as you step out is almost dehabilitating. Explaining the truck.
One would wonder what crawled up their asses. Otto was just being civil, as were the others... He gives his mate a nudge and a wink, barely able to spill a word before they're crammed into the vehicle and brought outside the bubble. He does get a chance to greet the others proper, and once the bubble is left behind, the jackal feels that familiar sense of nausea. He'd gotten so used to it now, that it just spelled excitement for him. He was ready for what was to come. Thankfully, no one spills their lunch along the way, avoiding any unwanted messes... The jackal remains quiet during their trip, preferring instead to humm a tune he was playing back in his head.
Ebreus nods, not knowing or really caring that they're not sociable so long as they'ree good at their jobs. Ebreus makes sure to board the truck imediently after Otto and score a suitable seat for the ride by his friends or at least work-buddies. "Cult of the Clean... I am unfamiliar with them. I get the armed and hostile part. Do we know their motives?" As they pass the edge of the bubble knowing presicely why he was nauseaus aids him in intellectualizing and ignoring the familiar nausia. "Anybody else have Regulation? If not I'm putting up a bubble." he says and true to his word if noone puts up a bubble he does.
Pelle follows after ebreus and sits down beside him not really sure wat to do since it's her first time outside of the bubble and as she feels this sudden nausea hit her she almost throws up but manages to swallow it back down and raises her hand when she hears wat Ebreus is asking "i have it, and wat was this feeling that just hit me?" she looks a bit sick but other than that she seems to be fine she shakes her head a bit and sits up and looks to Ebreus "i can run the nanomagic since I'm not too sure of the things that will happen here"
Cerl takes a deep breath, and then strides through the bubble edge, swallowing down any nausea she feels after having traveled outside of the bubble so often. Settling herself down in the back of the truck, near the tail so she can jump out and vanish or at least hide at a moment's notice in order to strike from the shadows as is her usual preferred method of combat, Cerl glances over at the marines. "Any information on what we can expect from this Cult? Their known weapons, numbers, what have you?" She sighs in relief as the regulation bubble goes up. "Ahh, that feels better, thanks whoever just put the bubble up. Woe be to any ambushers now" she snickers softly to herself as she once again fades to near total invisibility. "I'll be right over here unless we get jumped."
"Cultists? Sounds like fun..." Thel says, quietly looking over the group again. He steps across the threshold, and the naniteless bubble hits him. He sniffs, feels sick for a moment, his body temperature going back to normal. No longer icy... The feeling passes. As does his silence. "Never get used to that. So, 3 hours. Ten to One we get ambushed somewhere around hour 2. And no, no nanomagic on my end." Unless you do get used to leaving the bubble... And he hasn't. Still, the wyrm mounts up, hoping it will rain while he takes a seat, tapping a claw idly on his rifle... Sniffs again, when Cerl mostly disappears. No comment.
The Marine up in the gun turret growls. "Survivors who were caught outside the bubbles when the Bio-Weapon dropped. They view anyone, or anything that cames out of the afflicted areas as unclean. Known weapons are assorted small arms. AK's, AR-15's, even some US issue gear they likely scavanged. Thank God they haven't brought out anything to kill vehicles." He says, his gaze pointed out to the fields. "Been raiding our convoy's moving equipment to establish the FOB's for protecting the proposed trade line." He finished.
The Agents have plenty of time to ponder things, the vehicle lacking any real 'shocks' for the various pot holes and bumps in the unmaintained road of State Highway 101, driving south. The Marines seem more upset at this Cult than the Agents themselves, more than happy to chatter with them. "So, just wanting to clear up something... the Weapon turned Fairhaven into a Furry's paradise, and Woodfield into a fantasy nerd's wet dream? Seems a little specific, then again... We had two Godzilla's tearing up the entire San Diego coast."
Otto listens closely and nods as he picks up on the information. He doesn't much care that the regulation bubble comes up, it made no difference to him. He does however have a few things to say. *CLAP* he clasps his paws "OKAY!" he exclaims loudly and makes use of his illusion nanomagic for the first real time.

Before everyone materializes a series of visual aids that everyone could see. "It's clear we'll be dealing with a lot of hostility, so I'd like to first of all remind everyone about the basics of warfare. Number one, keep your fucking eyes and ears open at all times. Whoever gets the jump wins half the fight." he exclaims loudly, an illusionary overview of an ambush situation manifesting before everyone in which the ones being ambushed are easily picked off by a barrage of gunfire.

"Number two, use the terrain. If you're being shot at, dive for cover if you don't have your own, circle around and flank rather than engaging head-on, if you can. You're useless if you just sit under cover all the time, this is true, but you know what makes you more useless?" an image of a corpse riddled with bullet wounds manifests before them "Looking like this poor bastard here. It is not a fun experience, take it from me, I've been there once."

"Number three!" the jackal exclaims loudly and snaps his fingers, manifesting the image of a typical soldier for them, garbed in commonly seen combat armor. "We know these schmucks have military equipment. Expect them to wear bulletproof vests and helmets. I'm not seeing a lot of long-range firearms in this team, so point number two goes double. Be smart, try to flank. If we had someone with a rifle, these are the key weaknesses you should aim to exploit." he explains as the exposed and unprotected areas around the joints and groin, added to the neck and face light up in red to point out what the jackal was talking about.

"LASTLY!" he exclaims once more "Know your opponent's arsenal." he goes on to show off a variety of different firearms by class and type, explaining their accuracies and how deadly they are at different ranges, how accurate they are and a few tid-bits regarding how tough one's armor needs to be to withstand a round from each of them."

The illusion vanishes, and Otto finishes off by saying "But relax... we're from Fairhaven, folks. We deal with kaiju-sized monsters and rabid atrocities. What's a few soldiers? Keep your wits, fight smart, not strong, and most importantly, stay the fuck alive because if I have to come back and give death reports into Zephyr, that's going to ruin my entire fucking week!" he jokes, then leans back.
Ebreus smiles, even though it isn't likely to be seen or significant covered by the front of his helmet, as Pelle puts up a Regulation Bubble. "It's the nanites going to battery mode, Pelle, happens whenever you leave the bubble." he explains. He takes mental note of each weapon listed by the marine. He rides quietly as they make for the destination and then when the marine speaks up he thinks for a moment before replying, "That's kind of accurate. There's more fur than fantasy in Fairhaven and the other way 'round in Woodfield but there's still pleanty of WTF in both." Seeing the illusion appear in front of his eyes Ebreus watches and listens as Otto explains how to stay alive. He takes careful not of Ottos four tips for staying alive and once Otto finishes his speach he nods, "Alright, no deaths." he comments.
Pelle nods as she lisenas to ebreus explain wat happen to her "huh so that is wat happen, well it's an interesting feeling" she looks to the illusions and nods "ok i hope my small size will make it hard for them to hit me, and i do the best i can" she thinks for a moment before asking "and how will firearms work outside of the bubble?" she asks to nobody in specific
Cerl looks up, though noone can see the movement as anything other than a slight shimmer in the air. "Bio weapon? I take it, since you mentioned the bubbles, that you're not talking about pday? What is this bio weapon then, and do we need to take other precautions against infection or contamination from it?" She keeps a ear cocked towards Otto as he goes over standard battle tactics...tactics she was already intimately familiar with. Turning to Pelle, Cerl snickers. "Firearms work just fine, but are limited to however much ammo is in your clip, or like my crossbow, how much you can carry. That's why I bring 100 bolts on an out of bubble mission, along with my dagger."
Thelergramor snerks a bit. "Well they're not wrong about the cleanliness bit! Place is -covered- in semen." Is amused, up until he realizes that the marine just tempted fate with that 'kill vehicles' comment. Then he is even more amused! He leans back in his seat, hand rubbing along his sniper rifle's barrel, a bit... eager... "...Anyone have any cigarettes? Ran out last week." Not... not very concerned or professional right now... But he follows along with Otto and his imaging. That said, he's familiar with where to shoot people who have armor. Been doing the murder for a few years now. Really, he's just waiting for the truck to explode at this point... Though he does correct Ebreus. "No deaths on our side, you mean..." Should've brought a gas mask...
The Marine in the cupola shrugs. "Sorry, forgot you all have a different name for it. Us and the Navy boy's call it the Bio-weapon, ya'll call it nanites. IT was hte only explianation we could come up with for why... We didn't look human, and it'd been nearly a year before we had our wits about us again. San Diego is still a bit of a war zone with rioters attacking convoys as well, but we can handle them well enough. It's this cultists who've been giving us trouble." He replies. "Jsut figured I'd ask. Only experience we've had with folks outside San Diego was those teams your trio of factions sent our way twice." So far, 2 hours in, still no ambush, but that doesn't mean the Marine is being lax in his duty.
The road was still in horrible shape with 9 years of neglect to the, but it seemed they'd reach the point where even the truck was having to slow down to navigate the debris from nature doing it's thing undisturbed. "As for these raiders... We think they started as a group with a crazy religious bent prior to the Attack, uhh, P-day as you call it... Then with the chaos got big. Also, kiddo, firearms work just fine out here. Just make sure to count your bullets. You only got so many of 'em."
Otto strikes his chest, where his bandoleer was located. There, he had magazines a-plenty for his own firearms, including several grenades, some rapid deployment adrenaline and painkiller shots, and a combat knife. He had plenty of ammunition, but it definitely was not infinite. It was at this point that the jackal wanted to scream out "ARE WE THERE YET?" like a little child, that would have been a funny thing to do, and rather stupid as well. Were the otter nanites still skewing his judgement, he'd have repeated it several times over by now, but clearheaded as he was, he keeps his antics under control.

"Run in, ice the opposition, get the hell out. Basic shit." he shrugs and stares out the window "I wish we had a better lay of the land, but I suppose we'll improvise. Cerl and I can't really stealth around too well without the mini bubble. Well, she can. I can't." turning to her, or rather the spot that now contained some barely visible blurry lines, he shoots her a wink and says "You'll have an advantage when we get there. We'll want to know what we're really dealing with."
Ebreus chuckles as he is corrected about the 'on our side' part. He calms himself after a few moments. While a bright mood might be useful laughter was likely a distraction, at least so thought Ebreus. "Our bubbles are in a mostly peaceful semi-anarchistic state... no major rioters but the only offenses great enough to warrent really any serious punishment is murder... which is very hard to do in a bubble that'll keep you from dieing to anything but total brain destruction." he explains happy to talk to the Marine as they ride to their destination. "So if you've got a few guns and don't mind heart shots instead of headshots life is nice." he adds.
Pelle nods "ah well ok if i know that i who'd have made a few battery's for my laser rifle and a few rockets for my rocket Launcher" she things for a bit more "and the bubble i have will cheap the powers i have active?" she thinks for a bit more and seems to be holding her breach for a long time
Cerl nods, though she knows the movement can't be seen. "Well enough then, no special gear needed. Just get in, kick some ass, get out like Otto said."
Thelergramor finally does take a minute to ogle the marines... Not that they can tell through his goggles. Shrugs to himself, goes back to being good. "Yeah, go in, kill them, all that, but, no smokes then?" Ponders. "Yeah, killing people is -really- hard in the bubble." Remains tobacco free... goes back to idly fidgeting with his rifle.
"Bravo Company, this is Fireteam Echo. Approaching FOB Redway. ETA, 30 minutes. Bringing 5 Agents from Fairhaven." The Marine in the Passenger seat said, suddenly revealing that there were in fact three Marines on this truck. Considering the canvas cover is not on, and hte back of hte truck is open to hte world, there was a lot of open sky and easily viewed surroundings.
Sadly, all that open ground just happened to also be a disadvantage to seeing what happens next. "Yeah well, we'll see if we're lucky or not today. If not, you'l-" The Marine in teh cupola was saying, before his head suddenly snapped to the side, the right side of his helmet erupting in a small spray of blood, as the crack of a rifle echos though the area. Inside the cabin of hte truck, the two Marines curse. "AMBUSH!" The driver calls out. "Bravo, Bravo, taking sniper fire! I say again, taking sniper fire!" THe one on the radio reports. There was soon the rumble of an engine being gunned through the woods and a dune buggy bursts out of hte forest behind the truck, bouncing a moment on the road as it hit. Sitting in teh passenger seat of that vehicle was someone armed with what looked like a machine gun. Which once the buggy stopped serving on the road, opened fire on the group in teh back.
The moment the chaos was unleashed, Otto didn't think twice. *click, snap* he primes his Semi-Automatic rifle and leans out the window of the vehicle. He takes aim and unleashes a barrage of bullets at the passenger side attacker, aiming for his torso to maximize his chances of hitting him. *bang bang bang* "Motherfucker." the jackal growls under his breath and keeps firing as they proceed with the chase.
The moment the chaos was unleashed, Otto didn't think twice. *click, snap* he primes his Semi-Automatic rifle and turns around to take aim at the attacking vehicle. He unleashes a barrage of bullets at the passenger side attacker, aiming for his torso to maximize his chances of hitting him. They were exposed, but he was confident in his armor. Bullet wounds were nothing new to him.
Ebreus moves to put his shield between himself and the attackers as quickly as possible. He stabilizes his position as best he can in the moving truck and prepares to subject the drivet to a ranged equivalent to the electric chair should they pass within range.
Pelle gets up from her seat and wakes to the end where she climes up a bit and takes out a grenade with she pulls the pin out of and throwers at the buggy when she has thrown it she goes back in and hides behind ebreus shield
Cerl's head whips around as the dune buggy comes crashing out of the forest. Raising her crossbow, she takes aim at the driver of the vehicle and snaps off her shot. "Someone get on that machine gun, take them out!" she yells as she ducks down to try and take cover behind the tailgate of the transport truck while she reloads.
Thelergramor snaps his head towards the car coming up behind them, ignoring the deadass marine. He hefts his rifle up to his shoulder, though firing from a moving vehicle at another moving vehicle on a shitty road is not ideal... But one more bullet won't hurt. He shifts in his seated position, braces his rifle, aims down the sight and fires one shot at the machine gun wielding passenger. Driverguy isn't an issue yet... Then starts looking for the sniper, head down, not about to trust his helmet. "Hey! You're invisible, you get up there! Won't hit you!" In response to Cerl...
The crossbow bolt did it's work, hitting the driver, but not killing them, having grazed his arm. IT did however throw the machine gunner's aim off enough that the bullets went high and missed those in the back of the 2 and a half ton military truck. Of course, the pair shooting at the gunner both succeeded in hitting him, though they were not immediately fatal shots, the cry of pain from the gunner enough to distract the driver, who was in teh middle of a swerve, which put it right in teh path of hte grenade. Though it detonated undernear teh buggy, it evidently caused enough damage that the vehicle was slowing down. The truck however, is soon skidding to a stop suddenly. "SHIT!" The Driver growls out, before the sound of a heavy machine gun begins to chatter. Ahead of hte truck. The rounds punch through not only the bullet-resistant glass, but also through the back of the cabin, flying high above the agents in the bed of the truck's back. There's no more response from the pair of Marines in the front.
"Monsters of the unclean! This is your ONLY warning. These monsters claiming to be Marines have been warned time and again to leave, go back to their foul lands! If you attempt to stop the Cult of hte Clean, we will kill any you send out of your foul land!" The voice calling this out is deep, almost manicial.
Well, shit... Otto curses under his breath once the truck halted in its tracks, though looking at the way those last few rounds chewed through their bullet-resistant glass, it was clear that they were faced with something far more significant. "Is everyone alright?" he asks loudly, then tries his best to spot their new attackers. Activating his Vanishing nanomagic, the jackal disappears from direct sight, climbs out of the truck and lands with a heavy *thud*, his armor making his footfalls quite audible indeed. "We can't stay here! Head for the trees! Eb, use the shield to cover us!" Otto instructs, thinking frantically about what to do.
Ebreus lays against the truckbed with the shield atop him angled so that bullets /should/ bounce rather than penetrate. Hearing Otto jump out he takes a deep breath and climbs out of the back of the truck. He makes use of his telepathic Nanomagic to say to everyone in range, "Alright, if you want shielded get behind me." He then backs into the closer forrest keeping his shield between him and the machine gun and sniper to the best of his ability.
Pelle climes out of the now stopped car and tries her best to stay hidden and when she gets to the forest she climes up the nearest tree and disappears into the greenery
Cerl leaps out of the truck, dashing into the treeline while trying to determine where the sniper was hiding, and moving in that direction with the intention to ambush the punk right back. Once she leaves the range of the bubble and can see herself again, she employs every stealth skill she knows to remain undetected as she slinks through the forest towards her goal. Realizing the sniper is in the forest on the far side of the river, she watches for a narrower area she can cross quickly and easily...and most importantly, undetected. She keeps her senses peeled for any hint of any other enemies as she moves, ready to take them out if need be.
Thelergramor eyes the rest of his team, minus Cerl, can't see Cerl... Then scans about over the side of the truck for the sniper. He draws back the bolt on his rifle, ejects the casing, loads the new round. "HEY, CUNTISTS!" Good one, he whispers to himself. If they want maniacal, he'll give them maniacal... "I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FUCKING LIVER AND SHOW YOU WHAT HELL IS LIKE! IN NOMINE PATR-! Huh-?" Aaaand then the rest of his team is leaving, his confidence deflates significantly. Proceeds to dive out of the truck, hopefully roll, and use Ebreus's sheild as cover. Hopefully gets a bit deep into the woods where vehicles with machine guns can't chase him before taking cover behind something thick. Or solid.
"Make this easy on yourselves! We can end your misery quickly with our 50 calibers!" The voice says. Those looking to the west seeing the reason for the Truck stopping. There were two green, brown and black trucks like the one the Agents arrived in blocking the road. Every single person present were human in form, and they were in whatever random peices of clothing they could find that was still servicable, under Army vests (due to the ACU pattern they bore), but one man, standing on the back of the southern truck was not wearing any armor. Just a long duster over a leather shirt and pants. "Once we grow strong enough, we'll end your foul hives and return humanity to it's rightful place as the clean beings we were meant to be!" He calls out. If anyone had to guess, this guy was likely the cult leader. Of course, there wasn't any sign of the sniper, but chances were that they were already gone by the time the truck stopped. The gunners track to fire on the shielded being, the look of hate and venom in their expression impossible to miss even over the muzzle flashes of the M2 Brownings that were mounted on the trucks.
Otto growls quietly at the taunts, now under the cover of the foliage. He was perceptive enough to spot the unarmored one, and that weakness was just the opening he needed. He'd trained under multiple marksmen to become a deadeye shot himself, and this was the opportunity to send those fucking cultists reeling.

The jackal went off on his own, keeping under the cover of the trees, at least as far as he could reach and stay within the bubble provided by their friend. He draws his Semi-Automatic rifle and kneels down, takes careful aim.

"Steady, steady..." he murmurs to himself, his crosshairs dancing ever so slightly over their target. He had one, maybe two shots at this guy before he ducks for cover, and once he's seen, they'll open fire on him. He had to make this count. His breathing ceased, and he even felt his heartbeat waver as he struggles so hard to line the perfect shot, and once he thinks he does, at that crucial moment... *BANG BANG BANG* he lets three bullets fly, aimed at the leader's head.
Ebreus moves around the arena staying behind the cover of trees as best he can positioning himself in so that one of the trucks is between him and the turrent as he telepathically says, "Kill the north gunner, I have the south. Somebody lob a bunch of explosives I need a distraction." and with that he readies himself to surprize the west MG once the east comes under attack.
Pelle climes higher up into the tree till she is at the top and aims her Rocket Launcher at the north gunner aiming more for his feet and when she has shot she crewels back down the tree
Realizing she has no idea where the sniper went as she can't detect any movement anywhere in the direction the shot came from, Cerl turns her attention to the dune buggy and it's occupants. Seeing them trying to unmount the squad automatic weapon from the front of the buggy, she takes careful aim at the driver, figuring that the seriously wounded passenger is much less of a threat. Quickly changing her mind, she opts to lob a grenade at the vehicle occupants.
cowing people into giving you what you want.
Thelergramor looks back, leaning around the tree he took cover behind... There's a prick in a trenchcoat yelling at him. well. He's got too much backup to -eat- his liver... But Otto seems to have him. And he's asked to kill the north gunner. Which fucking way is north!? Bah. He aims at one of the other guys on the south truck; there's a rocket launcher aimed at the north one now... Cover Ebreus a bit, take one of them out. The wyrm offers up a quick prayer, half in spite, half from actual faith before looking down the sight of his rifle. Crouches, aims for the face, pulls the trigger with a murderous grin hidden behind his scarf. And Otto probably has him. Still. "I WILL SEND YOU VILE HEATHENS TO HELL!" He's in cover, the ham has returned.
Otto's trio of shots are perfectly aimed, resutling in the cult leader's head to snap back as they stitch their way up his face. Even as he collapses, teh gunner, who HAD been pointing at Otto, is ripped out of hte cupola and violently ripped apart. Though, despite this, peoples focus isn't on the beast that just ripped a man in half, or the beast that killed their leader. It's on the treeline as the rocket detonates teh truck and kills the trio on it's bed, including the gunner. As for Cerl's grenade, it lands perfectly between the two men, who barely get a chance to realize what's happened when it detonates at point blank range, killing them instantly. Thel's shot was basically redundent. The remaining 3 cultists are quickly throwing their weapons down, and raising their hands. They didn't want to die, no matter how good a rheotric their leader spat. The Marines they'd faced were never this few, and the skills the Agents showed were things they'd never thought being possible. This was far more than they asked for.
Otto blinks and tilts his head at what had just happened. Seriously? It was that easy? He thought they were in deep shit there for a moment. He doesn't put his rifle away, rather he leaves the woods and approaches the three that had surrendered. He'd already given away his location by opening fire anyway. "Down on the ground." he orders the men "Hands behind your heads, you move, I shoot." the jackal instructs, then waits for the rest of his team to gather back around. This all seemed too easy somehow... He presses the barrel of his weapon against one of the men's heads and asks "Are there others, where and how many? Talk!"
Ebreus growls as he dismembers his target shouting about how nothing could save them from him. Once the cultist he had grabbed is obviously dead he climbs into the back of the truck and glares down at them, the blood splatter of his last victum covering his hands, coat, and armor. He growls at them and he swivels the 50. cal over to aim at them and commands, "Obey."
Pelle shakes her a little an yells "otto, ebreus theirs still a sniper around and we don't know if he or she ran so get back into the forest and bring the three that surrendered with you they may have info we want to have" she climes down a bit to the lower branches where she runs over cheerful not to fall and jumps and using her wings to help glide to the tree to the left of the tree she was in
Cerl approaches the dune buggy, crossbow ready should either of her victims move. Checking them quickly to make sure they're dead....giving them a couple quick stabs with her dagger to make double sure they are, she then turns to inspect the SAW and it's mount. Seeing the gun looks mangled pretty bad by the grenade she threw, she shrugs and moves back towards the truck she arrived in. Stepping around it as she hears Otto ordering the remaining soldiers down, she first moves towards the forest enough to feel the mini bubble again, reactivating her invisibility, then settles down to watch for any movement on the other side of the river that might indicate the sniper has returned.
Thelergramor practically starts to drool at the thought of prisoners... (Not for that reason.) Completely fine with redundancy. He chambers another round, stays in cover and keeps his rifle on one of the surrendering cultists... "...I could make a crucifixion joke... I won't. 18 left." He reminds himself, watching the others... Then heads up, still in cover because there -was- a sniper. Another sniper. Not him. Moves up cautiously, stays in the trees, watches the dudes... "Make him bleed, man, he won't talk if there's no blood... I mean there's already gallons of the shit around... But still." Wyrm is hungry...
"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" The man Otto was pinning replied, spitting at Otto's feet with a glare. There's the sound of more engines coming from teh east, as soon a convoy of tan military vehicles rolls up, 1 HMMWV in the front, and a Bradley with it's gun mount rotating. Behind that is another M35 2 and a half ton. Out of the three vehicles come several marines, weapons up and ready. They see the Agents in the area, and the number of dead cultists. One climbs onto the south truck, and checks the unarmored man.
"Ma'am, this is the cultist leader." the Marine reports, looking over at a Hellhound who was in fact lacking a rifle unlike hte rest of hte Marines present. "Right. Who's in charge of the Agents here?" The Marine asked, looking over the 5. "I'm Lieutenant Ramirez, commander of Bravo Company." She said, climbing onto the truck and looking down, while croched.
*click* Otto pulls the trigger, the bullets in his first clip all spent. "Oh, would you look at that. It's your lucky day." the jackal growls, then swings his weapon and *SMACK* knocks the defiant man out cold. With a stern look on his face, the jackal turns around as the vehicles arrive, his golden gaze wandering between the various men that'd emerged. He approaches the general and speaks firmly "We didn't settle on a pre-determined leader, most of us acted on our own accord. Unfortunately, the men who brought us here and gave us our mission briefing were gunned down during an ambush. After that, we handled things to the best of our abilities. No one really called thee shots, but I instructed these agents on how to handle combat situations, such as this one. This your guy?" he waves his rifle at the deceased cult leader.
Ebreus taps his claws against the 50. cal as the cultist yells at Otto. He was just forming the right death threat for this specific occasion when the trucks arive. He rotates the 50. cal around away from the cultist but doesn't focus it on the trucks while it is pointed in their general direction. When marines step out of the truck he smiles... still not like that matters as his helmet is covering the smile. He brushes some of the loose blood off of his amor. "He's about accurate. No determined leader, we just work together well enough." he says as he hops down from the MG turrent. "Anyone have something that could reconstitute our escourts?" he asks. Then a moment later he says, "And anybody get the sniper?"
Pelle jumps out of the tree she is in wand wakes to the car they came in taking cover behind the tire and looks to the marines and shakes her head "no leader but if i where to point my finger at somebody i who'd point it to otto, that's is my opinion" she looks to Ebreus "no the sniper is still alive and a danger unless the marines got to him or her" she looks to the leader of the marines "found a sniper on your way here? and sorry for wat happen to your men who was with oss"
Cerl moves enough to call out, "Ma'am, there's a sniper across the river somewhere. I suggest you and your troops keep their heads down. The sniper already killed our machine gunner while we were in a moving vehicle." She does not drop her invisibility while saying this, letting the marines come to whatever conclusion they wish about the disembodied voice.
Thelergramor is definitely not in charge... Could lie and say he is, but... everyone kind of said he's not already. He slings his rifle over his shoulder, looks over the marines... Shrugs again. Heads over to one of the prisoners, the one who spat, moving quick to catch up. He pulls the scarf off his face, goggles atop his helmet now. Grins. "Oh you have no idea what a monster is..." That said... There's a team of marines around, And Otto probably already knocked him out; can't scare him anymore. He moves onto the next prisoner, looks over him/her. Ponders. "So, then, heathen." He's really enjoying fighting a cult for once, basically ignoring the marines now, picking up one of the cultist's guns. "...You know, I'm not good at this taunting shit. You have any cigs?" He waves off Ebreus. "I can pick one back up, gimme a minute. They're not going anywhere."
The prisoner glares at Thel, while the other one can, well, visible piss himself as judged by the growing damp spot in his jeans. Ramriez sighs. "Fuck. Alright, let's get the dead gathered, and get back to the FOB. Speed is of the essence people!" She barks out, actually barks to start it. The Marines quickly move, gaterhing the dead and the three prisoners, before checking the dead Marines. "Corporal Hart, Private Victer, and Private Crasmire are all KIA ma'am. Victer took a round through teh brain..." One reported, pulling the dead Marine out of hte cupola. The other two's torso's were torn up, but otherwise they were definitely dead. Put onto stretchers brought off the new truck the Marines keep an eye out for hte forest across the river. "Let's get moving. I'll order a helo to get you back. Without their leader, I don't see this Cult enduring much longer. Force of personality indeed." Ramirez says, getting back into the HMMWV.
Otto nods and puts his weapon away. Another venture outside the bubble under his belt, another scar in his mind, another reason to wonder if everyone have lost their damn minds out here. Ye stretches out and yawns widely, then scratches himself under his chin and asks himself one question, the elephant in the room, if you will. "Why the fuck was this leader guy even all the way out here anyway? Dumbass..." the jackal rolls his eyes, then joins the others towards the road leading back to their chaotic lifestyle in the den of nimphomanic ferals.
Ebreus watches and listends carefully to the Lieutenant. Then when she calls for the dead marines to be moved he speaks up, "Hold on! Out sniper, Thel, can fix one of them at least." He then looks over to Thel and says, "You've got plenty of time to taunt the prisoners and limited time to restore them." trying to prod him into fixing one of them before it's too late. He turns his attention back to the Lieutenant, "So which one gets a new lease on life?" he asks her.
Pelle wakes over to ebreus and flutters up to his shoulder and sits down there "well I'm glad i managed to help a bit, and i want back into our bubble i want my rocket back" she looks to the corpse of the cult leader when she hears wat otto seas "yea, perhaps the place the called home was destroyed or something like that?"
Cerl scans the far treeline one more time before moving towards the military Hummer. Dropping her invisibility as she goes, she looks at the space remaining in the vehicle and then tries to find the best spot to fit her tauric body. "So, can I take it that killing the cult leader means mission accomplished? Seemed too easy, you sure it was him?" Shrugging regardless of the response, she mutters something about not being able to grab one of the working heavy weapons as a souvenir. Looking up suddenly, she asks, "On the way here, one of them...Private Victer, I think you called him? Said something about a pair of Godzillas rampaging up and down the cost in San Diego. What's a Godzilla?" She then growls at any laughter her question engenders. "Whatever. Must be a pre-pday thing. Never mind."
Thelergramor rubs at his snout, sniffs, snake tongue flicks out once, tail curling around his leg. "..." He opened his mouth to speak but doesn't say anything, but then remembers he's a terrible person and shoots the cultist. In the face. With his own gun. Tosses that away, and idly wanders over to the stretcher, and touches one of the dead marines to revive him/her... Preferably the one that was on the gun in the back. He liked that one...

Of course while waiting for the helicopter and hopefully not being restrained by marines for murdering that other guy, he can search literally every body for cigarettes. Oh and take trenchcoat man's liver out.

And -then- probably be arrested.

Buzamu/History

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*Joined Marines - Age 18 [2002] 
*Assigned 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, stationed at Camp Pendleton, California [2002] 
[FIRST TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom [19 March, 2003-1 May 2003] 
*Participated in Second Battle of Fallujah [8 November 2004 - 23 December 2004] 
[END OF TOUR] 
 
[SECOND TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq again during Operation Iraqi Freedom [April 2005 - September 2005] 
[END OF TOUR] 
 
[THIRD TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq again [February 2006 - November 2006 (Originally slated for June 2006 return)] 
*Participated in the Battle of Ramadi [17 June, 2006 - 15 November, 2006] 
[END OF TOUR] 
*Assigned to Experimental USMC Company meant to handle unusual attack vectors [Issued early RSX temporary nanite inoculations], [January 2008] 
*Out in the California Desert when P-Day Happened. [February 2008] 
*Company turned mercenary as lack of communications between them and any higher authority failed. [August 2008] 
*Not all personnel used the issued inoculations as regularly as required. 
*Company reduced to under squad strength due to combat casualties and infection of personnel. [April 2013] 
*Used last daily inoculation. [April 2013] 
*Left remnants of company to seek alternative employment. [April 2013] 
*Hired onto Zephyr Inc. as a mercenary in order to fund more inoculations. [20 May 2013] 
*First hour in the field resulted in getting beaten by a lizard girl and first nanite mutation. [20 May 2013] 
*Lost malehood from Lizard Girl and turned female. [20 May 2013] 
*Poor encounter with a Shadow Dragon and was infected with form. [20 May 2013] 
*Moved to support RSX Team in Oregon, and was afflicted with Wolf Pack Mind infection, though countered by Fox Pack mind infection. [29 May 2013] 
*Provided field-tactical assistance to RSX concerning known Pack-Mind tactics during multiple briefings. [31 May/6 June 2013] 
*Involved in the Klamath Falls Pack Mind Incident. [10 June 2013] 
*Recruited into United States Hardline Active American Asset Reclamation Defense Department (U.S. H.A.A.A.R.D.D. Corps) [17 June 2013] 
*Participated in unexpected ambush of 'Greenskin' ambush force attempting to overtake a Zephyr Inc rig in Woodfield. [25 June 2013] 
*Aided in live capture of a Husky Prime Specimen alongside K&S Solutions. [28 June 2013] 
*Observed situation of attempted Feral riot and assault of Fairhaven Mall [30 June 2013] 
*Birthed first clutch of eggs (16 count) [18 July 2013] 
*Aided in rescue of 3 RSX Agents caught by 'Greenskin' force in Woodfield Docklands. [22 July 2013] 
*Took a leave of absence to reflect on herself [August 2013 - 15 December 2013] 
*Filed request for name change to Buzamu Herrick [19 December 2013] 
*Participated in Situation at Latex Factory [21 December 2013] 
*Aided in Pregnancy Testing at New Dawn Compound [21 December 2013] 
*Assisted in recovery of surviving Professor and recoverable books from Bozeman University area [23 December 2013] 
*Left Fairhaven Nanite Bubble for personal expedition. [18 August 2014] 
*Returned to Fairhaven Nanite Bubble. [26 November 2015] 
*Left US HAAARDD Corps due to defunt operational status. [27 November 2015]

San Diego Act II.D - Diplomatic Mission - RP Log - RPLOG

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Forkbomb]]
* [[Phosphorus]]
* [[Razz]]
* [[Redd]]
* [[Shirai]]
=Date=
11/5/2016
=Log=
<div></div> 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. Angus rolls down the window as they get onto the road, hearing the crack of the M2 loading as he sticks his head out to take a look. Turning this way and that to get a lay of the land before pulling his head back in, and tossing the butt of his cig out into the air. "So far the biggest issue with the Kajiu's is that they don't know jack shit as to why they are here, and why they are so hostile right? Can't interrogate them if you can't keep them contained, and hard to contain something so big." He shrugs his shoulders, propping one foot up on his knee as he starts rubbing his hands together. "We get close enough to one, I can tag it and give them a husky to question instead." He opens his hands at that, giving them a wave with a smile as if that would help explain the situation. "Should make it hard for them to change back long enough to restrain them. If they are intellegent enough to speak we ask a few questions. If not we go from there and fill some rather large shallow graves." Shirai rolls her eyes and scoffs, tone still even, though decidedly less scathing. "Yeah, and it's people like you that put us into this mess in the first place. Real noble of you. But then you wouldn't know much about the meek, would you? No, keep looking after you and yours pretending the rest of the world is beneath your help. Keep pretending it's not worth giving help to people that need it, that it's not worth preventing trauma for innumerable people just becuase it doesn't directly effect you. Ignore the fact that the assistance of someone that's managed to get shit done in teaching others how to do the same would repair a lot of the damage done, even if there's precious few that care - you're really no different to the rest of them if you want to live in your own private world and ignore what's going on around you. I won't pretend I agree with that sentiment but there's no point in arguing. I'm not going to change your mind - seen enough like you to know that."

looking back to Angus she shrugs. "Depends on if they can be kept down for any meaningful amount of time." she replies, tone returning to businesslike with the cadence she'd first had when starting. "I might have something for stunning them depending on what their fortitude's like. Won't know until we're there, and I'd rather not pull any stunts unless I absolutely have to. Even the least sane of Ferals don't fall for the same trick twice." Forkbomb stares out the window of the Blackhawk, looking bored. "So. You ever watch cartoons as a kid? I think there needs to be cartoons and stuff like PBS again. Teach the kids in adult bodies stuff about life." He leans towards Redd. "Hey, Redd. C'mere. I wanna tell you something." Phosphorus sighs at the two marines, exiting the humvee and going to inspect the assortment of bombs. Big load, should be pretty damn effective on whoever it blows up near. "Right. Well... treat it like a mortar, at least. That is, don't knock it over. And don't hit it too hard. It should be fairly safe unless you hit it very hard." She sighs, rubbing her forehead and nearing the marines once more. "Right. So, two things. Do you guys have an electrical kit with some kind of electronic timer, and is there any way we can latch this trolley onto the humvee? Quickly, please. We'll need to rendezvous with the other team." "I recall seeing the guys who handled arming the aircraft able to hook 'em up to little cart thingies and drive 'em from storage to the aircraft they were loading. As for electrical kits... You'd need to ask someone else. I'm Mortars, and Jackson there is TOW's." Yankers says, shrugging. JAckson sighs. "I can rig up a psudeo-timer, but I would recommend you be damned careful about it. As in we don't hook it up till AFTER we get it out there." He says.

Meanwhile, in teh convoy. "Oi, how 'bout you two bitches shut the fuck up and leave the arguing back at whereever the hell you damned well came from huh?" The Driver growled, glancing back to get his point across. The other Marine huffed at the term 'bitch', but didn't say anything. As the radio crackled a moment, she picked up the handset. "Who the bloody fuck is rolling a convoy down I5 right now? I didn't put a call out for reinforcements yet." Came a voice on the other end. "Sir, this is Lieutenant Brigger, we're escorting the diplomats to the hot zone as they requested the chance ot help, and better understand what we've been dealing with." The Hellhoundess says. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. We don't need any limp-dick useless civies out here!" The voice on the other end growled. "I'm just following orders Sir. Captain Cranston agreed to it." Boy this chat was all kinds of fun. "FUCK! Alright fine, but we're keeping them well away from teh front then! I sure as hell don't want to explain to the General why we let the diplmats get turned into fucking smears!"

As the Blackhawk landed, the majority of hte crew appeared to be amphibious creatures of some sort or another. Most of the ones that were 'squidified' appeared to be the kind of folks who had roles on the ship that NEEDED a bunch of hands for. The of course, the three albatrosses that jogged out to find out who the hell was sending a bird this way (ha, bird puns!) were in flight suits. "Welcome to the USS Nassau! I don't know who the hell you are, but you better have a damned good reason for landing on a US Naval ship!" The lead albatross says, calling out over the slowing 'thump' of the blackhawk's props. Edel grins at Shira, ears perking. "Oh, I do plenty of helping. You just never noticed it because you're too busy being bitter. You've never seen a helper quite like me though, I am sure. I solve things in my own way. Solved things. In another time. But yes, we should stop arguing before we annoy the driver." she says with a wink and a quiet laugh before turning her attention towards Angus. "That's not a bad plan. I like it! I hadn't considered trying to mutate them into something smaller, but that would certainly make them much easier to contain." "We're here to get your pilots back in shape for flight. Anyways, Captain Cranston said we should head here if we wanted to help get ya'll airborne again." Redd thumbs at the blackhawk. "Of course, if you'd rather let fifty foot monsters destroy your homes, we can just head home and leave you to it." The coyote watches for reactions. "After I fix up your airmen, I can help with anybody else not happy with how this godawful mess left them. If you want a demo, I'll provide one." Razz nods and shuts up, looking the marine over. "so.. this is what your nanites made you, huh?" he frowns abit. "Atleast your still you, most of our bubble went SEx-Crazy" he shakes his head "mostly huskies..I swaer it's.." he frowns "Whatfucked up person makes a SEXpocalipse..." he sighs and grumbles. "Bah, I should focus on Being ready for giant monsters." Forkbomb claps his hands together. "We do, sir! We're from a Joint Task Force in Fairhaven on a diplomatic mission on request from the Marine Detachment up a ways. My name is Shawn Krakowski, this is my friend Redd, and we're here to get your-" Don't say birds don't say birds "-planes up in the air again. Me and my compatriot have a treatment means of ensuring that they have the physical prowess they had before the weapon dropped. If you can get your pilots all in one orderly mob in front of us, preferably in an enclosed area, and get their promise that they won't engage in intimate relations with any of the infected, or touch any bodily fluids thereof before flight, we will get them back in working order to fight the Kaiju threat. I can personally also help with any repairs needed on computers or other likewise installations. Is this an agreeable situation to you, sir?" He was tempted to hand him a cup of coffee in the future to ensure that he was, in fact, the commanding officer of the ship. He heard that they can hold a coffee cup like a gyroscope, never spilling a drop even if the ship they're on is doing it's best washing machine impression. "Cry me a river, down in front. You here to do your job or not?" Shirai deadpans. "Though you might also want to tell 'em that we're heading down because not only do these guys want to help, but your liaison wasn't at the camp we touched down near to brief us, and Cranston decided we'd have better luck finding a higher up at the front lines. Makes sense?"

Looking back to Edel, she shrugs. "You wouldn't have noticed I've done my share either. It's not a matter of being bitter, more one of principal - I prefer getting things done so there's a future for whoever comes along later and opportunities for those that aren't 'mine'." The canine waves her hand, flicking out her knife and checking the edge for good measure. "Did you want the last word?"

Shirai looks back to Razz for a moment. "... You're certainly among the most lucid of ferals I've seen. More sane than some of the supposedly 'normal' agents." She notes, running a finger across the flat of the blade's edge. A file is procured, evening out a tear in the metal. "Really, it doesn't matter about who caused the mess so much as who's going to clean it up, or who's profiting from it at the expense of others." "Get us back into... WE'RE FUCKING BIRDS!" The pilot at the head of the three squaked at the two. "The last two times we tried ot get into the air we blacked out!" He states, gesturing to the aircraft lining the deck. "And what teh fuck does intimate relations with 'infected' or... We were attacked by some new kind of bioweapon nearly a decade ago! How the hell you and the pilot of htis bird you just landed with managed to avoid getting changed is beyond me!" He squaked again. Yup, lots of bird puns open for the taking here.

"Yes Sir." The Lieutenant Brigger says, putting the handset back down. Glancing back at the 4 she shrugs. "I'm putting money down you all aren't gonna listen to the Colonel in this matter, are you?" She asked, only to yip as something exploded nearby. "AMBUSH!" The MArine in the turret yelled, rotating his turret mount around to open controlled fire into the direction sporadic fire was coming from. "FUCKING RIOTERS!" The driver growls, spinning the wheel and swerving the vehicle around the new pothole. "I still want to know where the fucking hell they had all these damned RPGs hidden away!" He growls, gunning the engine (which REALLY didn't sound happy about that) and tearing down the road as rifle and pistol fire pelted the lightly armored vehicles. "I mean, rednecks with guns, sure! Rednecks with fucking rockets?!" "Nah," Edel says, shaking her head. "No need to." With that, she looks towards the others, setting her hands on her hips. "Ambush?" How lovely. She snorts and braces herself for what she's sure will be an inevitable rough ride, keeping a tight grip on her bow. "Fine, demo it is. I'll demonstrate on Shawn here. To bird and back again. Just to prove it." Redd sets a hand on Fork's shoulder, the human almost immediately beginning to change. It doesn't take long until a gryphon stands where a human once did. "And my point is, it ain't hard for me to turn em back to human. Should be just fine on the catapults then." As the coyote finishes speaking, Forkbomb is already well on his way back to human, the fur and feathers already gone. Razz blinks "wait hang on WHAT?! there arnt just Kaijus?!" the wolf suddenly grins, nodding "hey, if we need to have a pit-stop i'm all for slicing off arms and shit!" he nods "seeming MORe relaxed now they were in trouble "also, Yeah Shirai, i am a feral and i'm more.. coherant than most.. took awhile to get this way.." he shrugs. Angus grabs onto the frame of the vehicle as it lurches, his other hand digging into the fabric of his duffle bag. "hold on kiddies, time for a bumpy ride!" He manages to get out between cackles, if this was a helicopter he would be terrified, but on the ground? The roar of the engine and the clatter of guns just makes him smile a little bit more. Forkbomb lifts his arms for the demonstration. He then gained, then lost a lot of feathers and fur. He was used to it at this point, but, well. You never really do get used to breaking all your bones at once, you just sorta get a tad numb to it, especially as an adept. "Yeah, so-" Voice didn't sound right. Look down. Still breasts. SIGH. He points at himself and goes back looking the way he was, starting a bit at Redd. "You missed a spot." He sniped before setting up. "Sorry. Like we were saying, me and my friend here are more than willing to give you all back your human shape. Or, hell. Anything we know how to do that can still fly a damn plane. And, uh. Grab your manpants, because it will be painful." Shirai ducks back as the explosion is set off nearby. "Good. If you did I might've missed it over the RPGS." She replies, grumbling quietly as she slides her knife back to its concealment, pulling a pistol from its makeshift holster and passing it to Angus, picking up her laser rifle and holding it at the ready until something enters her field of view to fire on. "I know you know your way around a pistol. Fire on hostiles if you get your eyes on them. I don't have being hit with a high explosive round on my list of things to do and I'd guess that goes for you as well. Less people firing on us the better chance we have of getting there in one piece." The driver was experienced, and damned good at the wheel, swerving the convoy through the weapon fire though it wasn't without many MANY pings of bullets striking the frame of the vehicle. But as they finally passed though the outskirts of San Diego's city limits, the fire slackened. Then again, it didn't take long to see just how totla the destruction was by these Kaiju, as on their left, the remains of La Jolla came around the bend. "Welcome to San Di-fucking-ago." grumbles the driver. HE kept the vehicle on the I5 for a while longer. "Colonel, Lieutenant Briggers. We encountered a rioter ambush on the I5 near Solana Beach. Only 1 RPG fired, but multiple small arms, unable to determine type or count. No injuries reported." She says, taking a few deep breaths before putting away the handset. "Fuck I hate the I5 Road these days."

"OH MY GOD!" One of hte pilots says, turning to the side and dry heaving, clutching at his stomach as they watched Forkbomb get shifted. The head had to swallow a few times, but he looked ill. "How... what the fuck are you!?" He finally managed to get out, though there were clearly a lot of people who were... disconcerted by teh display Redd did. McGregor finally stepped out of the Blackhawk and cleared her throat. "Survivors of the 'Weapon'. Up furhter north, things are a bit hairer for folks, and well, the weapon gave others access to different skills and abilites than would be normal." She says. "Just, be careful okay boyo? Some might be more resistant to form changes than others. Not by choice, but by nanites." Edel grimaces at the sound of small arms fire, sighing. "Well, as long as we don't take a blast head on, we should be fine," she says, glancing around before looking towards the driver. "So, what's this about rioters? Is this not the first time this has happened?" She asks, making sure all of her things were accounted for and not jostled loose. "Now, I want an honest answer. How many aircraft are actually airworthy? Or remotely close to it. Fork and I can fix minor things on the planes, with a few tricks. I'll fix up as many pilots as you've got aircraft that you're willing to arm and launch. Then you can strafe the hell outta those monsters." Redd smirks at the 'what are you' question, having somewhat expected it. "Just a guy who stuck his muzzle places he probably shouldn't have. Not that it ended badly." "I should also mention, it might not be permanent, but it'll last long enough for you to get airborne and maybe land again." The coyote adds quickly. Razz Sighs "shame no Fun this time." he shrugs. "WElp, time for me to be Moderatly useful against Kajus...Oh..I can also get some wings and Fly-if needed..." he nods "I feel i'll be better off Distracting teh Kaijus while you lot do... whatever it your gonna do..mostlikly .. murderizing it.. or something." he nods to Angus. "unless any of you Have any sepcific orders for me?" Angus sticks his head out while they are in the clear, already giving Shirai her gun back. "You call that firing, I've seen better winged shots from a granny with parkingsons you fucks!" He shouts, making sure to cup his hands over his muzzle so that they can hear him before pulling his head back into the seat. "Hm? Well we gotta find a Kaiju first." Shirai returns her rifle to her side, accepting the gun when it's handed back. "They must've graduated from stormtrooper academy." She deadpans in response to Angus's own quip. "Good that they were so bad at aiming, though." The canine shrugs; "You know the main reason we're here was the diplomatic mission. We still don't really know the specifics of what they want. First priority's getting to the higher-up so they can full us in. They'll also have a better idea of the local lay of the land. Should make it easier to set up your little plan." She replies, tone back to businesslike and even. Looking back to Razz, she shakes her head. "Not until we have a plan. Stay close until then, if you really want one. No sense in sending you off when we might need you for something important." After much dillydallying about with getting the explosives with the other marines, the panda is finally ready to go. After gathering the bare essentials. That is, an old broken laptop. Electronics contain timers, which would probably work a wee bit better than whatever the hell the other marine planned on jury-rigging. A bit of wire, a stripper/crimper, and a wire cutter, they're good to head off. Maybe someone with techno can refine the setup a little more. Phosphorus urges the transport to depart posthaste, because this took an excessive amount of time. Yankers gets into the driver seat and grimaces. "Jackson, you make damned sure that we get get ambused. I hate the I5, but it's the only route we got for any kind of speed." He says, turning on the engine and getting it into gear. Jackson nodded, climbing into the gun turret. "Hey Panda-Lady, you wanna make sure the bombs don't get knocked out of the cart, yeah?" He asked, as the vehicle started moving.

"Every single time we drive down the I5. And we know they're rioters cause they sure as hell ain't no military that might even be remotely hostile to the United States." Lieutenant Brigger says, sighing. "IT's half hte reason we're gotten desperate enough to seek help where we can. And since there's practically no law and order beyond what we can bring into place ourselves, and it's tenious at best." She says. "And if your plan works Guy, hell fucking yeah. It'll be nice to work on helping people instead of fucking watching things getting ground up."

"Every bird you see on the deck is flight worthy. The ones that are metal. Every pilot however, is not flight worthy." The lead pilot says, growling. "I'm still not sure how the hell you could do that, because that sure is not something that's natural or normal... But if you can get us airborne again..." The pilot leaves off. "I see," Edel murmurs, rubbing her chin. "I knew things were lawless out here, but to attack military vehicles? They must be pretty crazy. Or desperate for something. Sounds like they have plenty of ammo though, so I doubt they're after that." "I'll fully agree it ain't supposed to be normal or natural, but after seven years of it, I don't have to think too much about it." Redd shrugs. "Would you like to go first? I can't promise it'll be pain free, but I can do it all at once or slowly, your choice." The coyote holds his hand out, waiting for the avian pilot to take it. "And it ain't gonna kill ya, in any case." Razz nods to Shirai. "you got ya." he Grins "and, for the reccord, while i dont have ranged weapons, i have some.. ranged.. nanite abilities." he nods again, look at Edel. "Yeaah, who attacks a Army Veichle... And they have rockets, theyd' be damn useful against Kaijus..." "Bunch of pussies who can't hit shit." Angus answers, reaching for another smoke, leaning out the window to watch the buildings roll by while looking for the Kaiju. "Heh, don't call it a god send just yet. You'll still have to deal with whatever thing I change them into. Easier to deal with, but not exactly harmless." Staring out for a few minutes, he puffs some smoke. ".....We should stop at China town, probably Kaiju central." Shirai chuckles. "Yeah, just find the part labelled 'downtown Tokyo'." She replies to Angus, looking back around for a moment. "So," the wolfess asks, addressing the Lietenant. "Do you know where we can find a higher up to ask about the resource manufacturing situation or are we going to have to wait for them to turn up? I'd like to get this done before the rest go Kaiju hunting."

Having said her piece to them, she looks back to Razz and nods. "They'll come in useful. We'll have to engage the Kaiju at range. Too large for direct combat anyway. Go for any soft parts. Open mouth, eyes; if they're big enough we might even be able to get shots in through the ear if someone has the balls to set up on a building and risk getting dropped however many stories down. We'll see what Angus's plan to drop it is and assist as necessary. We're looking to stun or incapacitate. Doesn't matter if we blind it since we're going for a speaking one. Deafening can mess with the ability to speak so try to avoid that if you have any relevant abilities. Makes sense?"[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act II.B - Scavanging Troubles - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:11:04Z

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San Diego Act I.B - Scavanging Troubles - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:11:04Z

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Laurie]]
* [[Locke]]
* [[Rev]]
* [[Saviante]]
=Date=
27/4/2014
=Log=
<div></div> Two of hte Marines jerked, aiming their rifles in teh direction the knives seemed to come from, looking around. Other pointed their weapons at those gathered in the group. "SHOW YOURSELF AND YOUR FRIENDS DON'T GET HURT!" Yelled the one who'd been identified as Brooks. Meanwhile, Bruce is busy with the Captain, who was now handing him a radio 'phone-set' from the interior of the humvee. Talking vigorously into the radio, his tail first starting to wag a small bit before drooping and starting to curl between his legs. McGregor however, was looking unplussed by the whole situation. "Easy now... Either we'll find out what's got our 'fearless' leader worried about, and learn if it's good or bad." She says, not seeming worried about the dirt they were sitting on getting mixed into her chainmail bikini. Now that the marines were looking, the real fun could begin. They'd get to see as the knives pulled themselves out of the ground again, hovering in the air for a moment before sticking themselves back into the ground in a question mark pattern. They seemed fairly harmless in their present state, but maybe it'd be a bad idea to provoke the magical floating knives. Angus frowns, snapping his fingers as he sits up straight. "Dammit, welp looks like my game is over." Picking up his cards he starts shuffling the deck and looks up at the marines, chuckling a bit. "Hey, no need to point the popguns at us." He gives the nearest soldier a wink and a sharp toothed smile as he waits to see what is happening.....for now. Locke sighs, looking towards the pile of weapons with a tinge of sadness. Separation was hard... She'd only received her firearm weeks ago, but was now butt-naked. She didn't even have her ass-kicking boots! "Sooooo... When can we have our loot back? Also, do we have to be nude?" She asked, readying herself in case someone decided to get rough with her. Eyeing the armed guards for a moment, Savi turns her head and asks her own group, in a rather conversational tone, "So... do we keep waiting, or should we like... I dunno... Eat them?" Shifting slightly, the aggressive plant pops her neck and stretches her limbs restlessly. "Savi hates sitting aroud." she grumbles... Rev frowns the dusk dragon is obviously not to enthused by the threat. He looks up at the female soldier thst had managed to capture him after he had been shot twice in the same leg."You know if you wanted to get in my pants so bad you could have at least taken me out to dinner first" He says with a mischievous smirk. One of the Marines finally sits atop Edel, putting the muzzle of his rifle against the 'center' of the stump. "Nicely done kiddo, took our snipers a few moments to confirm you're spot." He says, figuring he could push through the wood to the reality, but was having trouble doing so. For the rest, the Marines didn't respond, watching for whoever was manipulating the daggers, as well as make sure the captured group didn't dash for their weapons. Bruce was on his way back, head hung a small bit and his tail was DEFINITELY between his legs at this time. "McGregor, Yutilzin, and whoever wants to represent the Agents, please come with me." He says, as a truck comes up the dirt road that'd been the fastest route to the road they were looking to get to. A large Duece-and-a-half truck pulls up next to the Blackhawk. Edel doesn't respond directly to the marine sitting on her. For all intents and purposes, it's still a stump. At the sudden accusation however, a nearby rock starts to 'subtly' roll off and behind a tree, as if trying to take cover. Just quiet enough to -act- like it's trying to be unnoticed without actually being so. McGregor stands up, huffing a bit. Nearby, one of the Centaur's that'd been 'sitting' stands up, and nods. They're handed back their clothing, but not their gear or weapons. Bruce is handed back his suit, and they now wait for the Agent's chosen representative. The Marine on Edel tsks his tongue at the rock rolling. "Nice trick. Bet you're doing the same with those knives. Stop playing games now, or we see how real the wood you're wearing really is." He states, waiting. The truck door opens, and another marine, this one not in full battle rattle like the rest presently here, jogs around to the back of hte truck, and opens it, jumps up, and pulls the flaps to the side. Bruce nods. "All non Agent Zephyr, RSX and Promethean persons please get onto the truck. You'll be taken to a location for holding while discussions happen with the General. You'll also be handed back your clothing, but the equipment and weapons will remain here in the hands of these Marines." Bruce explains, getting glares from most of those present, but knowing that they were in a less than, favorable situation, comply. Angus perks his ears up as he hears the truck, his eyes narrowing a bt as he looks to Bruce then the nearest soldier. "Heyyyyyy, Private poodle. I know you're having fun acting all big and tuff in front of your butt buddies, but do you have a smoke?" He asks, flashing some more teeth as he adjusts his seat, adjusting so that he was sitting on his haunches like a real canine would. Locke almost takes the offer given to non-agents from Zephyr, simply to get out as fast as possible, but chooses otherwise given the possiblity of not getting her weapons back... Aside from that, while technically an agent, she figured it might be best to act when she had the chance. After slipping into her cargo pants and rolling them up to the knees, then slipping on her tank top, she raised her paw-like hand into the air. "I'll represent, Holmes!" She said with a goofy smile. "But I better get my stuff back, later. I reeeeeaaaally don't want to have to pay for more... Nor do I have the freecred to do so." The stump is silent for a moment before it turns back into the wolf-guised tanuki, a scowl drawing across her face as she flutters her wings her her long black cloak. "I do not like being threatened. I would abstain from that in the future, or I will tear your spine out and beat your friends to death with it. Your bullets do not harm me." Her scowl deepens as she adjusts her glasses and brushes her hands off on her plated dress. She holds out an arm and the knives fly to attention, returning to their owner. Rev looks a tad dissapointed when he fails to get a rise out of the female marine.Then takes a look around at the others."Hmmm I wouldn't mind going myself. I have already been shot twice By them. So I would like to vet to see some of what they are trying so hard to protect. But we really should talk about this before deciding who should go. Or am I wrong for thinking that?" The short dusk dragon says as he shifts to a more comfortable position for his knee. Locke turned to the Dragonoid with a small frown, her arms crossed over her chest-fluff. "Whiner. Don't try to use getting shot as a reason to go..." She mumbled, her cheeks puffed out irritably. "Anyways, I still wanna go. If you really want to move with an injury so bad as you claim, though, feel free." Locke said with a smirk. Savi Looks around, and leans back on the grass. Waiting silently she eyes the soldiers casually. "That wont work you know. We are a collected assembly. None of us have the authority to discuss with your leader without the others, and each is as important as another. We cant let you seperate us, the chance for one to gain an advantage is too great. See how they fight to go... to gain favor...Or did you not notices the plethora of insignias.You will get noothing from this group without us as a whole." Rev pushes himself to his feet. The dusk dragon is slightly annoyed by the woman's smirk."Oh I am more than happy to move around on my injury, and besides me feeding off your horniness is the only reason why you are nKs to focus right now." Edel shuffles over to the rest of the group, arms folded defiantly. Seems she's not handing over her weapons quite so willingly, and her stones knives are left orbiting around her as if daring anyone to get close to try. "I'm not going, certainly. I'm mostly just here to pass time. I'm quite confident that I could leave any time I wish, actually. But... Yes, I also believe we should go as a group, if possible." Locke shrugged, then rolled her eyes at this. "You want a medal, then? The purple heart? Don't complain and use bullets in the foot as a crutch to get where you want, unless you also want others to treat you as properly injured... And about my, er... Issue..." She said, trailing off with a slight blush. "It's cyclic. It'll vanish on its own, given time. I just happened to have some bad timing, really." After Edel spoke of her idea, related to Saviante's, Locke couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Would they let us all go together? I imagine we could be seen as a threat, in a group... Soooooo..." She explained, shrugging. "We're the threat?" Savi says in a lughing tone. "They shot at us i the air,, shot at us on the ground, stripped us, and we are the threaqt?" Crossing one set of arms the plant smirks. "Now they just want the leader so they can ransom them... but we thought of that already didn't we? Thats why we sent a collective!" With a smile at the militry soldiers. Savi continues to lean back on the ground, sitting quite comfortably. Locke sighed, shaking her head at the seemingly foolish statement. "I heard gunshots, earlier, before we were encountered. It came from the opposite direction of these troops. From this, I believe it stands to reason they're currently engaged in combat with another force and mistakingly shot us down as potential hostiles. At this point, however, we're likely being held for questioning and have been disarmed until we're deemed as safe. Right?" She asked, looking about curiously. "Er... That's just my theory, though. Edel leaves her arms folded, shrugging. "I've said my piece. I don't really care who goes, but I'm not going to let them inconvenience me, personally, one way or another. Make a decision an let's get this under way." Rev takes a deep breath, and sits back down before one if the soldiers gets the wrong idea, and shoots him again."Hmmmmm well it would be a good idea to send more than one person. After all one person really can't be expected to do the negotiating for everyone. Perhaps we should request that at last two to three people are allowed to do?" Locke shrugs. "I'm not sure I agree on that, Blacky. See, we ALL want to get out with our hides intact and keep our gear, yeah? I think I speak for everyone, in the basest regards. Also, judging from the behaviours of some in our group... I don't think bringing everyone would be for the best. Sorry to say it like that, guys, but I REALLY wouldn't feel safe with knives floating and insults flying, during a negotiation for what may amount to life, limb and loot." Angus perks his ears up and turns to look at Locke as he frowns. "You guys can fight all you want over who is going, I just want my damn smoke. And does someone have a light while I'm at it!" He snaps a little, annoyed as he turns back to private poodle to wait to see how they answer him. Edel rubs at the back of her head and sighs. "You know what. If only one of us goes, then I might as well. I'm not shot, Angus knows me, Savi knows me, you two are arguing. I'm probably one of the most qualified ones. Too bad Dio isn't here. I have motivation to ensure the safety of at least two others here, and two more won't be an issue. I don't like leaving people behind. But... We could always put it to a vote between us two." With a shrug and a nod towards Edel, Saviante grins. "Works for me." she says simply. Humming, Locke then shrugged apathetically. Arguing beyond this point would be, well... Pointless. "Fine, I guess. This /is/ my first time in the field and I don't trust myse-Oh, is that a Gerber tool? I LOVE those! Can I see it, please? I promise I won't shank anyone!" She said, her response cut short as her attention was drawn to the hip of a soldier. Rev scratches his head thoughtfully."Hmmmm if we are going to put it to a vote, and assuming we can't vote for ourselves. I would have to vote for Edel. That is unless we manage to get them to allow more of us agens go. However lets get this decided quickly. As I am sure our soldier friends are going to make it for us." Bruce nodded, though he wasn't headed for the truck. Himself, McGregor, the Centaur and Edel were directed to the middle humvee, everyone herded to the truck and handed their things. There was barely enough room for those who weren't on 4 legs to fit in, plus two Marines sitting in the rear, rifles at the ready. The truck started up, and drove down the road, feeling like it was hitting every tire-high pothole along the way, heading deeper into Camp Pendleton. With the tarp down, they could only see to the rear of the truck, seeing only what they'd past. They turned a few times, before stopping. Escorted out, and shuffled to what looked like what had once been a storage bunker but obviously converted to serve as an impromptu prisoner holding camp. Filtered in, it was obvious very quickly that while it had been a storage bunker, it's new purpose had seen very little use, if the amount of dust that'd accumulated was to indicate anything. Edel nods and withdraws her knives as she's lead to the humvee, smoothing out her dress as she settles in. "Thank you. Now, hopefully we can get this resolved without issue. I really have no clue why you tried to shoot us down on a simple salvage trip." Getting into the Humvee, Edel doesn't get much time to buckle in before the vehicle and it's escorts lurch into motion, following the truck part way before turning left when it'd turned right. McGregor chuckles. "No idea where the rest are being taken, but we're bound for Camp Pendleton North... Likely the General's office." She says, getting a harsh glare from Bruce. Outside the centaur is keeping up at a easy canter, the convoy moving slowly enough to make sure he didn't fall too far behind, but also didn't risk him running off. Slithering into her gear, Saviante quietly waits. Uncertain where this all may be going. Angus huffs a little, crossing his arms after he manages to get himself dressed again. "Sheesh, can't even give a guy a smoke or anything. This is not how you treat prisoners!" He shouts, giving them a glare as they are led off to their new prison, before he just leans against the wall near the door and mutters. "Well, this is fun right?" Edel closes her eyes, breathing slowly as she enters a restful state for the duration of her little road trip. "I'd assume we were going to see the commanding officer, yes. I do hope they have a good reason for all of this." Rev gets dressed from the waist up. But decides to wait for his knee to finish healing before he attempts to pull his pants on. The dusk dragon limps into the bunker behind the others, and after glancing around briefly. He finds himseld a place to sit, against the wall. As Angus leans against the wall, the sharp crack of a electrical current jumping to the 'yote is heard across the room, as a jolt that felt like it was from a heavy duty generator hit Angus. It was clearly intended not as a punishment but as a deterrent from trying to break through. The door is closed, so for now, it seems like it's just the group sitting around waiting whatever fate is in store. The convoy pulls up to a large imposing building, the whole façade in impeccable condition. You are all pulled out and shuffled in, though you're heavily armed guard are left outside while a group that look more like MPs handle you all inside. You're led to a large meeting room, the only place you guess is large enough to account for the Centaur. Sitting at the head of the desk, sits a large, brutish officer, his uniform looking like it could barely hold itself together. "So, you four are the one's in charge of the group invading US Military Airspace and ignoring all calls to identify yourselves." He growls, the 4 black stars on his uniform collar in stark contrast to the desert tan pattern of the uniform. "Mister General sir, we didn't know this base was still in operation, and our radio's haven't worked quite the same since P-Day." Bruce stammers, apparently having talked with the man, though it was likely just attempting to negotiate terms for discussion, not an actual deal. Electricity! Something no one wants to deal with when they aren't expecting it! Angus falls forward, twitching in pain as he coughs a bit and groans. "d-did anyone get the number for what just hit me?" He asks after a few minutes, pushing himself up off the ground as he sighs and takes a seat. "Sooooo, what do we want to do now, just hang out or?" Reaching into the breast pocket of his coat he scowls as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes that was.....empty. "Thank ya Uncle sams pups, you really enjoy annoying me." He mutters, tossing it away. Edel folds her arms and nods. "Yes, the radios were not working, and we have very little knowledge of the state of things outside of the bubbles up north. We were passing through on a salvaging run when you tried to shoot us down. What exactly were you expecting out here on American soil that would be flying with a fleet of helicopters? What would cause you to just shoot at something like that?" Locke stared at the Coyote as their back received a nasty shock, a spark leaping into them like an angry tot. As Angus fell to the ground twitching, Locke let out a chuckle. "Ouch. Should we get a medic here with some defibrillators?" Saviante takes in the information provided by the crackling coyote, that of the electrified surroundings, and snickers. "Would you like me to punish the wall for you Angus?" she says, her soft inflection giving no indication if she is serious or not. Rev shrugs just before lacing his hands together behind his head."May as well just try, and relax as much as possible." He says while snickering at the coyotes misshap with the electrified wall. While he just feels a light tingling sensation on the back of his head. The General grunts. "It's General Shepard. Not 'Mister General Sir'. As for what, consider our situation. Someone unleashed a new kind of, weapon on US soil, we're unable to raise higher command authority, and we suddenly pick up 4 helicopters flying in from the north, not responding to IFF or radio requests. We assumed that you were either a rogue militia or a hostile nation using captured US hardware to attack." He states, looking over the four. "Zephyr Inc, RSX, them we know about. RSX actually managed to 'borrow' one of our units for testing a new something or another right before The Attack." He states, pointing to Bruce and McGregor. "You miss, and you... Centaur, we don't know about." He says, pointing to Edel and the Centaur. "Hell, according to the reports from the 4 sniper teams we had deployed on that ridge, you little miss, appeared to have the ability to manipulate earth near you. So you can forgive us for being overly cautious and aggressive considering the nature of the situation." Angus fixes his fur, making it stick up a little less then it was already as his ears perk up. "If you want Savi, might as well get the hell out of this place as quickly as possible, really don't feel like getting stuck. You pop the shock, I'll take the door? Unless you feel like doing it all alone?" Looking the wall over for a minute, tthe plant woman snickers inwardly. "Cute.." she mumbles before closing her eyes. Sitting upright, Saviante just begins to half-doze, conserving her energy without actually giving up total awareness of her surroundings. Edel gives a prideful grin at that. "Oh, I can do all kinds of things! Make food out of biomass, throw vehicles, shoot lightning, control earth... The world itself is a weapon to me. But we are not your enemy. No, we simply wish to go about our business in peace. If we wanted to fight, we would have started it back there in the forest, afterall." Bruce nods. "Yes. We'd heard rumours that there was relatively intact equipment here in Camp Pendleton and sought to acquire some to help our reconstruction efforts in the north!" Bruce says, smiling at there was some progress. General Shepard snorts. "You suit, can shut up. The ones who kept their head and thought things through are next to you. I'm only tolerating you because you're apparently the one leading you're little expedition." He states, turning his gaze on Edel, McGregor and the currently quiet Centaur. "Is what Suit there say true? You were all just looking for equipment and materials?" McGregor nods. "Yes Sir. We didn't know this base was still operated or run by Marines. Most who got hit in the opening days after P-Day didn't exactly keep their head. So for all we knew there were other scavengers roaming through this base." She explains. Shepard looks between the three. "Alright. If, I say IF, we agree to help you with the material... What are you willing to provide in exchange?" He asks, leaning back and awaiting their response. Rev closes both his eyes while lightly tapping the foot if his uninjured leg in the air."Hmmm perhaps we should just stay here for now, and give Edel a chance to smooth things over. Before we go, and start another fight." He says while closing both his eyes. Angus nods to Saviante, guess he will just have to sit tight for now. "Sooooo, anyone want to play cards or should I just start playing a game with myself again?" He asks as that same deck of cards appear, this time from a side pocket as he starts shuffling the deck once more. Edel folds her arms at that, licking her lips. "Well... We can offer some of our own, exclusive, materials in return! You have things we need, we have some things you might need, too! We do have some basic manufacturing going on up there, afterall. Resources, especially nanite based things... Trade, so to speak. What do you need down here? You'd have some allies, too, certainly!" Shepard listens as Bruce offers the possible scientific breakthroughs, at cost, offered by Zephyr. McGregor merely shrugs and says she's just a pilot, not a diplomat, and the Centaur nods with Edel. "She speaks truth. And knowing there is another group of those who've accepted, or at least adapted to the new Nanite Age this far south would go a long way for helping everyone back north feel better, as they aren't the only major settlements on the US Pacific coast any more." He says, his voice a very deep one, almost bullish, but the way he says things, he clearly means good intentions and not intimidation. Shepard raises his hand to halt the group talking. "Camp Pendleton may be still functioning mentally, but this weapon, these, nanites as you call them, have had an effect here. And San Diego is worse than here. We at least had the benefit of relative isolation. We've stopped sending patrols south to the city because our convoy's get hit with what some of our more... odd personnel call 'wild kaiju'. I don't know much myself, since I'm busy managing the whole base. Still, it's possible we can work out a deal. Had this been some other disaster and I wasn't worried about not getting replacements of what I'd send out, I'd been willing to go more easily with the equipment." He explains, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. "The biggest issue for us right now, is while we have a shit ton of material to work with, we've not the facilities to actually convert it into usable material. Nor do we have the people with the technical know-how to do so. So, my deal to you is this. You help us solve our supply problems with folks who know how to build at the least a basic manufactory, and we'll supply you some of what we have in vehicles, personnel and supplies, that we CAN afford to spare until the manufactory is working. If you need to take it to whoever you call boss on, go ahead. If that's the case, I have our tower provide you a flight plan for coming here in 1 week to work further on the deal. Fair?" Edel claps her hands together and grins. "That sounds mighty fine to me, yes! Plenty of people up north are great at making things, and we'd be happy to assist in return for some things we need, ourselves. And perhaps we can look into the San Diego issue, ourselves..." Angus shrugs a little as it seems he doesn't get an answer, and starts playing solitaire once more, humming to himself as he does. "So Savi, how ya been? Haven't seen ya since you decided to use me as a weapon to beat up the guards, that was fun right?" "I'll need to speak with the department heads of Zephyr, but I think we can work something out." Bruce says, smiling and nodding. McGregor nods. "I'll let my bosses know what you're needing Sir." She says, while the Centaur merely graces the whole thing with a polite bow of his head. Shepard grunts and stands up to his nearly 7 foot tall height, and nods. "Alright then. When you step out that door, inform Captain Hardison that you and you're friends are to be released, your gear and equipment returned, and you are to be taken back to you're birds to inform those you need to." He states, offering a hand to each of them. "And I apologize again for the misunderstanding on our part." He states, letting them out the door. Standing outside, the MPs escorted the four back to the humvees, where the Marines were waiting with their vehicles, several of them grinning with lit cigarettes in either fingers or mouths, looking like they'd hit the jackpot. Edel grins and claps her hands excitedly again. "Hooray! Thanks!" Without another word, she goes and shuffles off, tail wagging as she informs the guards. She's eager to get back to her sword and back to business. Or home. Whichever, at this point. At this point, everyone in the prison shack is let out, given their stuff back (minus Angus's smokes), and it's a rather quiet flight back considering what just transpired. Or not, depending on what teh Agents do while in flight! As it was, it looked like RSX, Zephyr and the Prometheans were looking to get some new help, even if it started out a little... dangerous.[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Diplomatic Mission - Part 2 - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:08:53Z

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San Diego Act II.C - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:08:53Z

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Forkbomb]]
* [[Phosphorus]]
* [[Razz]]
* [[Redd]]
* [[Sensuen]]
* [[Shirai]]
=Date=
5/3/2016
=Log=
<div></div> Captain Cranston sighed. "Sure, we'll try talking to a group of creatures that's focus has been on tearing up whole city blocks without thinking to ask the civilians living there if they minded." She stated, looking at the group of them.

Even McGregor had to wince at that. "So, they've been doing the whole Godzilla thing pretty hardcore. She says, sighing. "How bad is the damages thus far?" McGregor asked.

"Bad. La Jolla, Pacific Beach, Mission Bay and Ocean Beach are all gone. Point Loma is a warzone, and Coronado is where the Navy is based, and currently pulling most of our bodies to help fight. I'm breaking orders saying this much. But you all seem honestly interested in helping. We were expecting you all to be trying to gouge us for supplies and equipment." Cranston states. "Plus, our warehouses are nearly drained of muntions. We need manufactory capability if we're to continue operating, but we can't find anyone who is capable of building what we need that lasts." "I might be able to make what you need," Edel says, rubbing her chin. "Though I'm not sure if I can make enough by myself to outfit an entire group. Might be a little stretched thin for that, but I'll do what I can, if you wish it," she offers, tail flicking. "Can't blame me for asking. And how do you define 'all gone'? In any case, I'm leaning towards supernatural origin now. Which means more could come at any time, and/or they're after something specific, I'd bet." Redd coughs. "I mean, I'm guessing they just showed up, with no warning." The coyote shrugs, shifting his weight about. Forkbomb realizes, perhaps a tad too late, that he forgot to bring very important things to this mission. "... Shit, I forgot to bring an absurd amount of Daft Punk and enough horrifyingly caffinated beverages to wire a brain to conduct a manned mission to mars." IMPORTANT THINGS. Nonetheless, his brain's still got a general idea on how to operate a crafting station. Maybe. "Alright, so. What do we got to make a manufactory out of, and what exactly do we need to produce? Bullets, grenades, guns, all of the above?" Sensuen listens to the local military discussing the dire situation, seems like most of their centers of organization, maybe manufacturing and/or command posts, were gone. She's going to need a map to figure out the proper strategic context of these attacks. But it's clear to her that this is a rather dire situation, one that she's not equipped to fight in at all. She does know a bit about crafting stuff, mostly with nanites, but not on the scale that they need. Razz Frowns, ears flicking as he listens. "any warning to them appearing ot jsut 'bam, attack?'" he asks, at last, shifting slightly and crossing his arms. "how many you seen?" Phosphorus slides quietly into the tent, having ridden in the other helicopter, where there was more room. Unfortunately, the added weight of a dragon caused it to rock something fierce, and left Phosphorus with a mild case of motion sickness. After waiting it out, she actually went to the tent to interact with the others, however she's a little bit late to the party. And a little behind on the planning stage. Just behind in general. This is an undesirable situation. She moves closer, quietly, aiming to fill in the blanks with context. Shirai crosses her arms, an ear flicking and armor clacking quietly against itself as the situation's laid out. "Munitions factory? I know a bit about setting up installations and production lines, but a lot of that was for microbio. Once we have a break I'll see what I can do on that front." She replies evenly. "Might just be some R&D time if we can't dig up the parts." She looks back to Edel for a moment, appraising the woman. "We don't need you to craft this stuff alone. Not what they asked. I'm thinking we'll want to set up large casts for traditional ammunition. Gunpowder might be a bit harder since we only have glassware, but that should be able to be separated out too. Still has a lot of manual labor but it'd make things easier on the group here once it's set up. I'd forget about High explosives for the time being. Much harder to make, unless you've got some huge supplies of the relevant chemicals. Which you might do, I suppose. Don't think lasers'd be the best way to take down the Kaiju short of blinding them, so I'd rule that out."

Turning back to the captin, she clicks her tongue. "I'm assuming you're not at a loss for firerms here? Would make things more complicated if you needed a factory line for those. Bet you're missing industry as much as I do about now, eh?" She chuckles.

Phosphorus's entrance doesn't go unnoticed; "Welcome back to the land of the living; good to have you with us again." she 'greets'. Angus shrugs his shoulders once as he picks back up his pack. "The way I see it this situation is simple. You and your grunts still owe me a pack of ciagrettes, and if I have to drop a few Kaiju to make it simplier then hey. Just means more fun for everyone right?" He smirks, the question was is he being serious or not as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I could offer you beach front property for dirt cheap prices, so long as you don't mind having a giant monster come up and tear through once a week." Cranston says. "When someone in the military says 'gone', usually they mean there ain't much left, if anything. Every bit of urbanization up to the I5 is gone. Just rubble or the like." She states, walking over to a mapboard set up, and pointing to the relvant section.

McGregor looks over the map and whistles. "That's a LOT of space... any idea why they did it?" The RSX Pilot asked.

"Fucked if I know. One day we were busy reorganizing after the Weapon finally let us regain our sanity, the next La Jolla was gone. So far, we've managd to positively ID 2 different creatures. Gave us the push to reorganize, if late. Thankfully, all we need is ammo production. We've a huge store of weapons and parts to work with, and while we know they won't last forever, especially with teh Weapon slowly eating away at most things, but we're burning through ammunition like it's candy at a weed convention." Cranston explains, sighing. "And once we knew they were around, and the Navy boys in the area were again thinking, we've been combing for any warnings we could get, but by the time we begain to work out the pre-approach signs, PAcific Beach was gone, and Mission Bay was next." "Well. I'll leave that kind of decision up to you. I'll help with whatever you want me to," Edel says, tucking her hands in her pockets after stifling a small yawn. "Making things, shooting things, I cam here to help either way." Forkbomb raises an eyebrow and slowly starts retrieving his folder. He must've missed a point if he has no idea what "the weapon" is. Problems for later. "Alright, so. We have beach front property to use for building a factory. Okay, so. Two options, neither of which are pleasant. We could try to set up a place like the Survivalists have up at the hospital, it'll take some doing but it's possible. But the problem with that is that we don't exactly have logistics. We're scavenging for just about anything, and there are a whole suite of problems with that. Or, we can deal with the root cause of your problems directly which would drastically reduce your reliance on a manufactory... But then we'd have to take on, like. An undisclosed amount of giant monsters. I don't really like either option, but I know more about the former." "The 'Weapon'? I feel like I missed something. And that property is them joking about where the kaiju have wiped out already." Redd elbows Forkbomb, "Not like you'd want to build there, nowadays." Sensuen might not have come here equipped or trained to shoot really big guns. But she does have some things going for her, planning, knowledge of traps, some marksmanship skills, but works with people most of the time. As she sees it, they do all have their own ways of dealing with the problem. She's just wondering what will be the most effective, if any of them would be. Sen can't really say as all of her knowldege is pretty basic at best. And what knowledge she does have with projectile weapons came when they were mainly used to kill people, not giant ferals. Razz Frowns, and goes silents again Clearly teh 'weapon' was their term for the nanites, or..It was inferred atleast.. "right..So when do we fight and try to kill gIant monsters of doom?" he asks, rolling his shoulders, sighing. Nothings ever easy. "Thanks. The underworld isn't known for it's parties, y'know." Phosphorus retorts to Shirai, leaning on one of the tent supports, for the sake of leaning on something. To Redd, she notes, "I think he means the nanites. By 'The Weapon', I mean." It's not like anything else resembling a WMD was used in the past ten years. "Either way. Building things takes manpower, raw materials, and electricity, all of which are in short supply. As for the Kaijus..." The panda makes an ambiguous arm waving gesture. "Can we have one of the coyotes force them into something smaller? From there, it'd be a simpler matter." Shirai nods to Forkbomb, opening gesturing with an open hand. "We want to avoid the beachfront if possible - Redd's right - but that's a secondary concern right now. First and foremost we need to deal with the Kaiju so we don't risk having them crash the facility while it's being set up. If we can keep them down, we have more time to get things up and running. We can keep an eye out for things that might be useful while we're running defense, ideally things that can be moved without too much trouble if there's a major attack. We don't want a static facility if there's trouble beating back the Kaiju here and we don't want it too far back since I'm assuming you'll want a fast supply track. Sounds good to you?"

Shirai smirks at the panda's retort, though nothing more is said on the subject. Angus perks his ears up, crossing his arms. He rolls the thought around for a few moments before setting his back down, standing back up straight as he crosses his arms. "You know....The military has access to a lot of high grade explosives. If you also have access to a schematic of the cities sewer systems we can drop the Kaiju like fish in a barrel. Lure them into a location, make sure to wire the support systems in the sewer with explosive, drop the ground right underneath them before having someone pop a few Slugs from a shotgun or something heavier in their temple. Kaiju on the rocks, hell I would not be surprised if one of us has Earth nanomagics to make it simplier so we can drop them at any location." "Logistics are our biggest weakness right now. Funneling what we do have requires running trucks down the I5 to the hot zones, and the local rioters have forces expending ammo to keep them from overrunning our vehicles." The hellhound woman says, sighing. "Frankly, this entire operation is difficult to pull off as we have been. But we can't lose Coronado. The Navy loses it's port, we lost this battle completely." Cranston states, huffing, sounding more like an upset dog than a Marine at that moment.

"So, flying supplies is no go?" McGregor asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I mean, I know the nanites are hungry little fuckers, but our bird still flies and the nanites are much more active than we've observered here." the pilot comments.

"If our pilots had managed to retain sanity, sure. But we've been forced to put them in the kennels because they're not much more than canines themselves. It's, made it difficult to move equipment around as quickly as we'd like. The Navy's fly boy's can't even use their birds now. Their bodies were changed a bit more radically, and while they could still operate the controls, they couldn't handle the pressures. Lost two F/A-18F taking off the deck that way." Cranston explains, crossing her arms. Edel tilts her head to the side. "I'm afraid I can't really fly, myself! I might be able to figure out a helicopter, but a jet? You'd be scraping me off the runway. Might be able to get one of the company pilots, though," she says, nodding towards McGregor. Forkbomb raises his hand. "So, possibly offensive question, and if so, sorry. The Marines in the turned into devil dogs, right? Did the Navy dudes turn into squids? I heard people call Navy people "squids" before." He pauses. Or maybe they turned into seals? That would be terrifying /and/ adorable. "Anyway, yeah. Plan. If we absolutely cannot lose Coronado, then we're going to have to get your flyboys going. Mind if we talk to them? We might have ways to get them up and going again." Sensuen is now torn, but knows where she needs to be and where she'd be most useful. Sen looks to Forkbomb and says, "I can help with that plan. I thought about helping Angus, but I don't know that much about explosives. I do know people though, or I'm better with people since this whole apocalypse started." wondering what his plan for getting the air force up and flying might be. "I have to say, better off using anti-tank mines than trying to use sewer lines which may or may not have been already destroyed. I remember hearing stories about convoy vehicles being tossed into the air by mines." Redd glares at Angus. "And yes, if it is a mutant, and not a supernatural entity, I could actually make them something a lot more harmless." Razz tilts his head "I..Have medical, Anti illusion and VAnishing nanomagics..I'm not the best at using them but.." he shrugs "i'll be doing as Mr Angus here tells me too, He has the biggest gun..and His plan sounds.. the best.." The wolf nods "besides, no way i'm going to be able to come up witha Cra-" he Blinks and glances to fork, well that's one way to make an impression. "I'd rather have the RSX pilots go up, rather than whoever we can find. Talking sanity into people isn't exactly a common medical practice." Phosphorus notes, making her way to one of the tables to take an MRE, peering at the label on the package. Spaghetti and meatballs. Eh. "I'm good to help wherever you need me, by the by. I'm not picky." The panda begins opening up the prepackaged meal. It's food, after all. "We have a job to do, people, we don't need infighting." Shirai sighs, pinching the bridge of her muzzle for a few moments. "One way or another, I'm suggesting we run a scavenging group along with the defense. That'll help us find some intact parts for contstructing your ammo production line." She reiterates. "If we can get to service tunnels, then we're golden. They tend to go deeper, should make it easier to use them as a trap. Otherwise we have other problems." Angus shrugs, not even bothering to pay attention to Redd's glare. "Explain to me where we will be getting Anti tank mines capable of causing the same effect to something that is not only a tank, but weighs much more then that. You'd have to use at least two. One on both feet, and they would easily catch on to where the Mines are placed as we would have to bury them. If they think the sewer is going to explode at any moment, which is the intention of setting off the explosives in the first place. They will treat any situation as a potential threat, instead of laughing when they figure out your plan. We can also enhance the explosive charge, and the depth of the opening with Earth nanomagic. So frankly, if your going to call yourself a coyote, and come up with a plan. Think of a better one." He retorts, his focus still on the commander. "So the question still remains, do you have access to the layout of the sewers." "I do not. Those would be with the personnel running InOps." Cranston says, sighing. "The majority of the Navy got turned into squid-like creatures, but certain sections were changed elsewise. Their fly boys seem to have gained bird-like features, some even so far as going to say seagull, and the Navy SEALS... You get to guess." Cranston states, pinching the bridge of her muzzle.

"And as much fun as it'd be to fly a jet, me and Hernandize here are rated for helo operations, not fighter jets. Huge difference in operating style and speeds." McGregor says, with a nod from her companion. The Promethean diplomat, John, ponders the situation. "I can at least look over the Marine pilots. Promethians have a fair bit of experience in helping those overcome by the nanites to recover themselves, or at least overcome their instincts. I won't be of much help in combat." he says. "I can at least see how far gone they are, and what could be done to help."

"When we knew they were coming to Ocean beach, we tried to sink the infrastructor lines underneath the area to try and slow them down. It, didn't work as well as we'd hoped. Of course, that was when we also got confirmation of the second creature. If there are more, they're hidden off the coast where we've not risked the ships we sent out. Until the attack on Coronado, we'd been conservative with ship deployments, sending out only one vessel at a time. The whole fleet bugged out of the port when early warnings indicated the landfall target." The Marine Captain says, shrugging. She wasn't sure what these folks had in mind, but who knew, maybe these outsiders could think of something the military engine couldn't. "How many planes do you actually have that are operational? I... Well, could probably help get your pilots to a form suitable for flying, if as you said, their biggest trouble is handling G-forces, I can at the very least get them back to human. For a while, anyhow." Redd points to the map. "Where are they, anyhow?" His tail is wagging gently, as if he's excited by the prospect of transforming the pilots. "If Angus wants to try blasting the ground out from underneath the monsters, I won't stop him. But I'd rather help out the pilots first." Forkbomb stretches his arms above his head. "Alright. I'd like to give a quick pep talk to the Navy 'gulls if possible. At least the ones that are sane enough to fly. Maybe they can tell me something about the jets I don't already know." It's weird, although he didn't really say anything that would raise any red flags, something about the crook of his mouth radiated good-natured mischief and confidence. "Meantime, we're kinda off the home turf advantage, too. You have any functional computers or files we can dig through to try to get as much intel as possible before jumping right into it?" Sensuen nods, Angus does need maps, and she gets to be torn again. Frankly she could do better on the salvage team as she still has a lot of duffel bag space. But maybe other people would be up for that, as she didn't understand she might have to talk people back into being sane. Sen doubts she's got experience with someone that far into being feral. Sen asks, "How important is the salvage team? I'm pretty good at finding useful stuff in the wasteland, and I was good at talking people through their problems. I don't quite know where to go for this whole thing. What's more important? I think I can do either." Razz rubs his head, ears going flat, Boy TEnsion within teh group! Still, the wolf adjusts his stance and juuuust watches the goings on's, well one Coyote hated the other.. and no-one else seemed to care..but...He sighs and frowns, Phosphorus is chewing on the package of preserved spaghetti, face scrunched a little from the taste. "You know. What ordinance to you have on the planes? If there's any spare missiles, you can probably use the warheads from those as an explosive for the tunnel." The panda mulls this one over, noting the tension in the room but not commenting upon it. "Wouldn't be that hard to rig a remote detonation system from there. And, you could use the solid fuel from the missiles for burning things." She waves a plastic fork at Shirai. "If you need help with scavenging and scouting, I can help." Shirai shrugs, looking back to Sensuen. "How important is a furnace to a blacksmith?" She deadpans. "The point of running a salvage operation as secondary to defense is to provide fire support and give us an idea of where we can find the gear we need or pick it up while we're getting things done. Primary concern is dealing with the Kaiju as they show up; if we can do that then we have all the time in the world to pull together gear. If we can't, we need to have our route planned for a smash and grab."

"So, you there - the... canine I don't remember the name of." She continues, gesturing to Razz. "You've been fairly quiet; where's your expertise? I know Angus's, Redd has his own plans, Sensuen can carry a bag if they can't fire a gun, Edel's been here before and Phosphorus's said they know their way around weapons. Not sure what Forkbomb there will be doing. Where'll you be heading in all this?" She asks, then turning to face Forkbomb; "And as for you, I have a question. Think you could rig up a crafting program out here? If we can set up something for bullets, I'll leave them my 'unit and set it up to run for as long as they can make it. Might help for the short-term."

The canine nods to Phosphorus; "We'd still be heading in the same direction as Angus anyway. covering fire works both ways, means he's got some extra hands or backup if things go badly. So it'd help." Angus gives a nod, and a thumbs up. "Right so we have plans then, a good start to removing these threats and getting the fuck out of here. While you guys do that I'll start looking around for the best ambush places to drop Godzilla and friends." With that he slips out the door, bag in tow to cause some chaos and see what he can do. Captain Cranston blinks a few times at the ongoing bickering, but shrugs. Civilians. "Fine. Gather what you think you'll need, I'll speak with the drivers, get you where you need to go. And any harm that comes to you at this point, is on you. Not my head." She says, nodding. John gives a nod and exits the tent in his fashion. The Captain of course, walks to the tent flap, and steps out, putting her garrison cap on, and walking to one of the Marines looking bored outta their gourd. Which is properly dropped when an officer walks up. There is some dicussion, and a few fingers are counted off, before the pair nod. A few Marines are called up, and directed to vehicles, while the captain sighs, and looks around.[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Diplomatic Mission - Part 1 - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:08:36Z

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San Diego Act II.B - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG

2016-05-11T09:08:36Z

Glein: Glein moved page San Diego Diplomatic Mission - Part 1 - RPLOG to San Diego Act II.B - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG

=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Forkbomb]]
* [[Menil]]
* [[Razz]]
* [[Redd]]
* [[Sensuen]]
* [[Shirai]]
=Date=
13/2/2016
=Log=
<div></div>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." [[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act II.A - Diplomatic Mission Briefing

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San Diego Act II.A - Diplomatic Mission Briefing - RPLOG

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Forkbomb]]
* [[Menil]]
* [[Phosphorus]]
* [[Sensuen]]
* [[Shirai]]
=Date=
12/2/2016
=Log=
<div></div> As the lucky Agents who were selected and screened for this new mission enter, seeing the images and materials prepared gives one a clue that this mission is going to be a fair distance from Fairhaven. Angus, being the only one who was part of the previous mission to San Diego, knows all too well. Standing at a podium that was brought in, a rabbit-lady looks about as nervous giving this briefing, a far cry difference from her normal demeaneur handling Agents in the Reception area of the Zephyr lobby. Menil pokes head in through the double doors, getting stuck in short order. Ooof. She grunts a bit as she tucks her wings in and pushes a little more, eventually popping into the room completely. She scoots over to a empty spot in the podium, nudging a few of the chairs away before sitting down on her haunches. She seems to already be in full armor, strapped carefully to her body and scruffed up from frequent use. Angus had taken his seat right at the front, lounging in the chair with his arms resting atop the backrests of the others! It was an intresting time getting through the screening, his smirk growing as it seems he will finally get a chance to get back at those marines for what they did last time he was down there. Stripping him down to his underwear was one thing, but stealing a coyotes smokes right under his nose? Now that's one thing he couldn't ignore. Shirai makes her way in, muttering something about old technology and comm units in the process. "Mission to San Diego, wasn't it?" She asks in something of a dry monotone, looking around the room for a moment before taking a free seat by the one familiar face in the room. "Looks like they're not too comfortable with this mission. Angus, good to see you. Been a while." She greets, a hand gesturing to the rabbit as she sits down. Not another word is spoken as she awaits the briefing. Phosphorus enters into the room like an actual, normal person, doing none of this muttering or head-poking stuff in the process. She makes her way quietly over to one of the seats in the front row, and takes a seat, shuffling a few items out of the way she can actually sit down, turning her head to glance at the other agents in the room, taking note of their faces, then turning back forwards to pay attention to the lapine conducting the briefing. All seems good, so far. Forkbomb does not look like he's having a good day. The human, in fact, looks like he's two shakes from a panic attack, and like he is very unsure how this is supposed to go, as evidenced by the fact that he brought his two guns, plenty of ammunition for them, and little other than a hoodie that glows a little for actual protection. Okay, okay. This is just going to be a briefing for a hack or some social engineering. They wouldn't bring you in for anything else, right? He scans the room, carefully, before having a sit down. serious m. Is this the mission briefing for the outside bubble excursion? This, uh. Might be my first time out of the bubble in a while.sow theatrical Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with Buzamu up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing. Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with a rabbit up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing. The rabbit woman nods to those present, and gives a twitchy smile. "H-h-hello everyone. It's a p-p-pleasure to meet all of you. T-t-thank you for dealing with the screening process we used for this mission. Our p-p-previous mission to San Diego wasn't as, stringent, and... we had troubles." She says, walking over to each Agent, and hands each of them a folder. Inside is folio's on what is known and not about the mission. Once each were handed a folder, the rabbit returns to the podium. "For those not completely aware, t-t-this is going to be a mission OOB. Uhhh, oh! Out of Bubble. At l-l-least until you reach t-t-the San Diego bubble. O-o-our primary goal with this mission is to officialy establish d-d-diplomatic relations with the surviving US Marines in teh region. Any questions thus far?" Angus gives both Shirai, and the unknown Panda a nod, leaving his arms resting on the back of their chairs as the Bunny begins to speak. He sits back, crossing his legs as she comes over before taking the folder. "Wait what?" He exclaims, sitting up a bit straighter at the mention of a diplomatic mission. "Diplomacy may not go the way you think Ma'am, last time we encountered these guys it didn't matter what we looked like or what we wore, they still drew guns on us and held us captive for hours." Shirai sighs quietly, thumbing through the files. "What exactly happened last time, then?" the painted wolf deadpans, looking up at the receptionist with the same even expression she walked in with. "If we're going to walk over to some region with a bad impression, I'd like to know what to avoid." Angus's comment draws her attention, the woman listening in before shaking her head and covering her eyes with a hand. "Right, brilliant. Do you have any guarantee we can get in and out without being detained? I don't appreciate having guns pointed at me by anyone, much less military types. We aren't going to get anywhere if we're held prisoner for no good reason; Angus is right." Menil gingerly takes the folder, opening it up and flipping through it curiously. She has... absolutely no prior knowledge of the mission or what to expect, really. She looks back up from the folder when Angus speaks, before glancing over at the bunny for an answer. "Erm.... yeah kinda what he said. These people don't seem too friendly?" she notes. Forkbomb zones out and rubs his temples for a moment. Count to three. Inhale. Count to three. Exhale. It took a little while for him to even react to the folder being passed to him, but after he calmed down, an emotionless pall took over him. Slipping into that old mindset for a while. self lose-minded. Jumpy. Guessing that going in through the front door will just get us shot. Survivalists, similar to the black van and helicopter brigade that believed in UFO's and that we didn't land on the moon. Wonderful. What do we have in terms of a profile on these guys? What do we have to gain from them?square He opens up the folder and takes a cursory look through. Looking for vulnerabilities. Sensuen looks over the folder the rabbit gives her and listens to the 'out of bubble' thing. Sen reasons it might not be too bad, but she does kinda depend on nanites to fight and do stuff and recharge her laser pistol. The flying thing they're likely using to get to San Diego better not crash, and if there are any layovers for refueling, Sen better not get lost. She knows the gravity of what's going on here, and isn't a diplomat, but she is a problem solver of a sort, that could be useful on this mission. Sen notes Angus's previous experience with being held captive, possibly outside of a nanite bubble. Sen just listens to what went on previously, as hindsight might help here, but only if details are presented. Phosphorus gives a slight nod back to the coyote, taking the folder in her hands and peering at it's contents, for anything of particular note. It was something better sorted through later, probably. "Well, a mission easier said than done, that's for sure..." She takes out a piece of paper to take a closer look at the information contained within. "And, I agree with the wolf-lady over there. It's much better to be on the other side of the barrel." The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, attempting to arrange something, but it's only now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "As for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile. The rabbit blinks, and pulls out several sheets of papers, looking through them, before finding the one she was looking for. "Ah, M-m-mr. Angus. You were present for the original San Diego Scavanging Expedition. We've, we've been in talks with the Marines for the last year, almost 2, at-t-t-tempting to arrange something, but it's only n-n-now that both sides have agreed to make this more t-t-than under the table talks. They know we'll be coming, and will not be hostile. However, w-w-we cannot be sure of the exacts of the situation they might well b-b-be in when you arrive." She explained. "T-t-this are actual US Marines, surviving the nanite bubble in their area. A-a-as for what we have to gain, they have a large supply of raw materials, and several peices of e-e-equipment we could make use of here. They, in-in-in turn need help establishing systems for manufactoring w-w-what they need to continue to operate." She says, giving a small smile. Angus frowns, sitting forward. He didn't like this, to much could go wrong. "I hope you aren't expecting us to go in unarmed at least. If they are as trigger happy as they were last time I'm keeping my guns." He answers her, ears flicking back and forth as the others speak, clasping his hands together in his lap as he listens. Shirai nods, clicking her tongue. "Well, that answers my question. Thanks. Since the meeting's marked as out of bubble I assume we're not going to actually head any further in. That means some of us are going to be on the back foot. I'm with Angus and... Don't know your name. The panda here. If he's right about the marines having their weapons and we're going out of bubble, will we be provided with holdouts or are we expected to bring our own? I don't trust these people not to try intimidating or torturing concessions out of us if we're not equally matched, and there's no higher government that's going to call foul if they do. So what's the plan?" Menil "Yep. I'm Phosphorus, by the by. Also, from my personal opinion, I'm perfectly fine with the meeting being outside the bubble, as long as we get to keep our weapons." Phosphorus notes, ears flicking at the stutter of the rabbit. The panda shifts around in her seat, causing one of the rifles strapped to her back to clack against the seat, before leaning forwards onto her knees to keep that from happening again. "Also, out of bubble. There's a lot of ground between here and San Diego. Where exactly will be this meeting spot?" Menil comments helpfully, "I also have regulation nanomagic, so I can make any area 'in bubble'. Kinda sorta. At least enough for most nanite-tech to work again at least." She shuffles the papers a bit, looking over through them some more. "Oh yeah, also I'm great with technical systems. Ah. Are the manufacting systems they need able to be placed in bubble or no?" she asks. Forkbomb flips through the files, tracing his finger along the lines calmly. selling xcellent. Seems somewhat cut and dry. Do we know what they need exactly other than manufacturing equipment, or is the diplomatic visit to find out?square He takes a look around and tries to work out why everyone's here. Angus is the easy answer. Been there before. Flush with guns. Seems like he's been through shit. Sensuen's got the survivalist thing going on last he checked, looks like she can handle getting food and things from the wild. Menil is big and intimidating, but he has a severe lack of what she does. Psychology, maybe? And the other two are an unknown. sender udging by who you have around, higher ups seem to think things are gonna go bad regardless. Either that, or they're just making super sure nobody dies on this excursion.square He blinks at Menil when she pipes up. sent ind sharing the regulation nanomagic before we go on this? Figure one bubble's better than two in a shit-hit-the-fan situation.sow Sensuen nods at Phos's words and asks the rabbit, "What about ferals? Will we be flying there by helicopter?" clearly getting nervous, this is her first mission out of the bubble and she doesn't feel like dying yet. Diplomacy might be her strong suit after all, she doesn't seem to have been training many combat skills at all, other than she's a fair shot with a laser pistol. Other than that, she does have a spade and is fairly skilled in survival techniques yeah, just didn't spend that much time on them compared with talking to people most of the time. "Oh god. No no no, we're primarily traveling out of bubble. We'll be landing... Uhhh." The rabbit says, now shuffling through papers again, before realizing what she needed was in that pile, and walked over to hte maps, and pointed to the location Angus would recognize as the first landing point. "Here." She says, her tail twitching madly as she shifts from foot to foot. "Also, everyone will be armed. We're not denying you bringing self-protection. We'll be flying there via helicopter, provided by RSX with a couple of their pilots who were on the previous mission. A..." She says, practically hopping back to the podium. "A Captain McGregor and Captain Hernandize." She states, after shuffling the now completely disorganized pile of papers on the podium. "The other thing I have here to note, is that Zephyr and RSX have done some preliminary surveies... And while our abilities and other nanite fueled effects are still doable there... Most... appear to be unable to? Or if they can, they don't know how." She says, nodding as though she hoped the Agents would understand. "Apparently the Marines there, while not human form now, apparently personifing the maxim 'Devil Dogs', have been relying entirely on their weapons and equipment to fight... Okay, this part I don't get. What's a Kaiju?" Angus studies the map once more, clicking his tongue. "That's a lot of open space, last time they had sniper nests in the woods, and a few rifles on us once we touched ground. As for those bumpkins from RSX. Not gonna lie here, they did their job well, so at least we have that on our side." He sits back, his arms crossed over his chest once more. "Question is how many you got here that have OOB experience, and for that matter how many actually know how to fire a gun." "Good." Shirai replies tersely, before nodding back to Phosphorus. "Good to meet you, Phosphorus." She replies, offering a hand behind Angus, "Shirai."

Turning back to the front, she takes the same businesslike monotone. "Not an important question, but I'd like to know why I was sent a page about this mission. It's obviously important and the big three have some heavy investments on its success. Why the hell would you send someone a message about this if they haven't been doing field work for the last few years and haven't historically agreed with Zephyr or RSX's methods?"

Angus's question is met with a quirked eyebrow. "You know my background. Would've got that when you were 'working' for me at K&S." Phosphorus leans backwards in her seat to shake the hand, offering a short nod back to Shirai, before leaning back forwards into her original position. "Nice to meet you, yes." The panda shoots a bit of a look at Angus at the comment about the whole bumpkin and RSX thing, before shaking her head and moving her eyes forward back to the lapine briefer once more, eyes flicking back to the coyote to answer his question. "I know how to operate a firearm, yes. I don't bugger with any of that mutant power things." She reaches over his lap to poke her finger on the map, a bit of a distance away from the mission site. "If there's a meeting planned, it'd be reasonable to have a sharpshooter stay back and watch the exchange, anyways. But only if there's a meeting." Menil blinks a few times, looking up at Angus. She frowns a little, coughing and glancing off to the side. "Well, uhm. I've used a laser pistol before, but, ah. Forgot how since then. I.. don't really use guns well in combat. Claws, teeth, and firebreath work better for me." She scratches her head as she things, adding, "I also don't have much or, well, any out of bubble experience. I still have regulation nanomagic, however, and plenty of experience assembling things like the mission calls for?" Forkbomb raises his hand. "Shawn Michelle Krakowski. Callsign, Forkbomb. Little in the way of out of bubble experience, but decent enough in terms of how to shoot a gun. Not entirely wanting it to come to that, though. More experienced in technology. Have plenty in terms of Techno nanomagics and have a degree in Computer Science." He sweeps aside his hoodie. He has a harness underneath with a high-caliber holdout pistol and a sawed-off shotgun underneath. "I have a laser rifle I'm pretty good with back at the snack machine, too." Sensuen having been to Kaiju Island before, can answer that, does so saying, "A Kaiju is basically a giant mutant, they can have any form, the old, 'Attack of the Fifty Foot Living Thing' movies or Godzilla is a good reference, but the one I saw up close was nearer to fifteen feet tall. Sen however, does know how to use a pistol and says as much, having played a light gun game before that taught her the basics. The rest she picked up after P-day, ferals being good target practice after all. Sen says, "I can also make and shoot crossbows and bolts if the chopper crashes or we're stranded. It's my first time out of any nanite bubbles as well." before she considers paging Menil after the breifing is over for target practice if she wants. The rabbit nods, smliing as Sen explains what a Kaiju was. "Thank you. Alright then... Now, the area you'll be in is part of the San Diego Bubble, so you'll be able to do things with nanites." She says, shuffling through her papers. "I'm afraid I don't know the answer myself miss, Shirai? I was just told to expect the Agents cleared for this mission here. My guess is that it was a broad-net cast out." She answers, apologetically. "And as far as I am aware, and thus the reason my giving you all this briefing, is that there is indeed a meeting planned. As for what kind of manufactory they need... It's not provided. My guess is that is part of what the talks will be about. Uhhh, anything else?" The rabbit finalizes, thinking she did a decent enough job covering all this. But hey, she may well have missed something. Angus taps a few fingers on his thighs as he takes count of who knows what to do, ears flicking. "Do we know who our contacts are?" He asks rather bluntly as he sits forward again. "How many are we expecting to greet us at the meeting point, how many are coming with us, is it just us and the two RSX officers from the original encounter, or will their be more support, what are we being provided for this mission, I could go on but I think others have some questions themselves." Shirai nods. "I'll have a word with a higher-up later and make sure they don't think I'm still on active field work. Don't want them to get the wrong idea." She replies simply, turning back to Angus, Phosphorus and the rest of the congregation. "If you have any issue with me coming along, now's the time to voice it. Angus already knows who I am, but for the rest of you: My name's Shirai. I co-founded K&S Solutions a few years ago during active field work. If you pass me a firearm I can use it, but since it's been a few years I'm rusty in other combat skills. I know my way around history, local 'legends' - if you could really call them that - and research, but that's not going to be very applicable here."

Angus's suggestion of other questions is met with a shrug. "You've covered the rest of the questions I may have had. Unless you have anything else to say about this?" "Transport to and from the site would be great, but I'm assuming that's the entire purpose of the helicopter being provided." Phosphorus taps her chin, looking around at the other agents in the room. "Also, haven't met you, Shirai. Can't voice any opinion about you without knowing that. It'd be biased, y'know." She folds up the folder, wrangling the folder into a bag. "Don't know most of you, anyways. Suppose that'll come with time, though." Menil hmmms. "...er, do I have to shrink down a little to actually fit on the helicopter?" she asks. She looks over at Forkbomb, ahing and nodding. "Me too!" she says happily. "On the, uh, computer science degree and techo nanomagic. I've spread out a little since then, though, as I figure you have too, heh." She hmmms, scratching her chin. "I... probably should figure out ways and strategies to try and get in close on any ranged contacts too, I figure. Usually not a problem here except for the military base." Forkbomb raises his hand again. "Do we have any intel on the particular 'diplomats' we'll be meeting? Appearance, psych profile, background outside being in the Marine Corps, platoon they represent, anything? Second question, what threats might we face upon getting there? Any dangerous mutants on the rise that might intercept over in San Diego?" He nods to Menil with some regard. Sensuen says, "Details would be nice, there's no learing from your mistakes without them." before she looks to Shirai and nods before saying, "I don't think we've met yet, I'm Sensuen, or Sen for short." but that's all she had to say, she thought about comforting Forkbomb, but this might not be the place for it, doesn't want to disturb the meeting over just one person, but that one person will affect the group and Fork's concerns are valid, why shouldn't they bring them up. "Uhhh, there's nothing listed for who the person you'll be meeting with are on the Marine's side, but you'll have Mister Yutilizin from the Prometheans with you. Mister Yankeer is unavailable for this mission, though he might be present for later ones." The rabbit says, looking over the info. "It'll be you, Mister Yutilizin, and the pilots. There was supposed to be a representative from Zephyr as well, but the sudden need for Yankeer to handle personnal affairs left us all spinning, and there isn't enough time to bring someone else on." She states, flipping through the various papers trying to find the right info. Angus blinks. "wait, Yankeer? Are you fucking serious? They want to bring HIM!" He snaps, just a little to loud as he nearly gets to his feet. "What slack jawed idiot thought he'd be useful on this mission?" His hackles start to raise as just the thought of that moron being in the same helicoptor as him! "Calm down. We're all professionals here." Shirai replies to Angus, raising her voice. "What did they do last time, then? Worst comes to worst we can put them down if they jeopardize the mission. And that includes by harassing the crew."

"... Though frankly, some of it's in here and it's not flattering." She grumbles, tapping a few of the pages. "Have anything specific to warn us about?" Phosphorus is finally replied to with a shrug, having said her piece to Angus. "You don't have to know me to decide if the skills I've stated will be useful or not. If you think I'd be a liability then you're within your rights to say so. If you have anything you want to ask me then you can find me at the K&S building most days." "You can probably catch me over at RSX if you need a word. Like I said, won't pass judgement without information." Phosphorus nods, edging a little bit away from the coyote at his sudden outburst."Whoever this 'Yankeer' is, they can't possibly be that bad. They're Promethean, after all." The panda notes that last bit in jest, clearly making a (ill-timed) joke. "You can probably catch me over at RSX if you need a word. Like I said, won't pass judgement without information." Phosphorus nods, edging a little bit away from the coyote at his sudden outburst."Whoever this 'Yankeer' is, they can't possibly be that bad. Can always shove them out the back of the helicopter, after all." The panda notes that last bit in jest, clearly making a (ill-timed) joke. Menil winces at Angus's sudden outburst, glancing up at Angus. She thenturns towards Phosphorus, noting, "Read over his involvement in the situation. Slightly cowardly, made specific emphasis over selling technology 'at cost', perhaps slightly abrasive." She looks back down at the papers. "Seems like the situation is that they have a large amount of materials, but a lack of knowledge in how to assemble the materials into useful items. Which I think me and Forkbomb could help with quite readily? Also a slight kaiju problem in the central city, which we may or may not have to deal with." Forkbomb rubs his chin. "So, lemme get this straight. We're going to a place infested with Godzillas to meet up with a bunch of Marines with more guns than sense, who will more than likely have said guns pointed at us all the way, going into the middle of their hideout, and trying to convince them to pretty please open trade with Zephyr." Shawn picked up a pencil, considered it for a moment, then dropped it. "Splendid. This is a great situation. When do we fly?" There was no small amount of sarcasm there. Sensuen looks to Angus's outburst and smiles, such anger will be useful if the coyote knows where to focus it, and judging from the coyote's choice of words and respect for weapons, he does. Shirai seems reasonable as well, and about this incompitent person, hmm, not much they can do about them can they? Sen can't quite think of anything besides 'human shield' for one such as them really, she only hopes that were that Mister Yankeer to go down he'd provide good cover for the rest of them. Sen nods to Phosphorus and then looks to the more level-headed Shirai and asks. "Shirai? How bad is Yankeer really? I think we do deserve a track record of this guy's accoplishments and their consequences." Sen then looks to Phosphorus and nods, Yankeer doesn't seem all that bad, but she still waits for someone who should know more about him and be impartial against what he did to deserve Angus's ire. Blinking and shrinking a bit from the outburst by Angus, the rabbit shuffles the papers for a few moments. "Uhhh, yes. This was decided because of his experience down there. That was the thing that put him above the other possible canidates." She explained, not quite understanding what the issue was with Bruce Yankeer, but she wasn't the one to judge. She worked the reception desk. Not this stuff. "According to this, not just trade with Zephyr, but Fairhaven and Woodfield alike. Any other questions?" She says, and finishs, trying to make herself a bit smaller behind teh podium to avoid more outbursts. That may well result in things getting thrown. At her. Angus nearly snarls, but he keeps his anger in check. She wasn't the one he had a beef with. "I apologize." He grumbles, taking his seat once more, his hackles still raised. "Either way, if he pulls anything I will shoot him myself." He snaps once more, before sitting back and going quiet. Shirai turns back to Sensuen and shrugs, "I don't know them personally; you're as up to speed as I am." She replies bluntly. "As Menil said, that's what the reports show. It's why I asked Angus for his opinion. Though I think he's just told us enough as it is." Phosphorus's comment manages to garner a smirk and a stifled snicker from the canine, tail flicking for just a moment before she composes herself again. "As much as I'm all for zero tolerance policies and tossing dead weight from moving vehicles, I'm not sure that'd be the best idea. I'd rather not have Zephyr investigating me for murdering their employees or being complicit in as much. I don't think it'd go down very well." The bunny's response is met with a thumbs up gesture over her shoulder. "No further questions. I'll be ready." "Chalk it up to... operational losses." Phosphorus nods, faux-sagely, before shifting forwards in the chair again, glancing back around. "Personally, we can probably tell them to stay in the back and not fuck anything up. Classic non-combatant style, y'know? Also, if there's a kaiju issue, we might need to find some heavy artillery or the likes when we get there, set up from a rooftop." The panda is generally ranting about things at this point, although some of it might be useful. Menil frowns and looks up from the folder again, listening in on the current line of conversation. "Uhm, being a zephyr agent, I really don't support throwing ANYONE from Zephyr out the helicopter" she notes. "Even if chances of survival are quite higher due to the nanites. I personally would recommend that, if he DOES come on the mission, that he's not allowed to be in a leadership role if at all possible and is kept out of combat." She looks over at Phosphorus, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that seems reasonable. If they do actually have a lot of spare material, doing something like that should be easy. ...although I don't think I have any nanite schematics specifically for something like that, hmmm." Forkbomb lowers his shoulders at Phosphorus. "I highly suspect that heavy artillery work would probably fall under the juristiction of 'find on site'." A thought occurs. "... What's if that's what they need help manufacturing? Large guns to deal with the Kaiju? Hell, that'd actually make a lot of sense. If we get some back, we might even be able to deal with huge threats ourselves." Sensuen thinks on the artillery and says, "Hmm, a Trebuchet might be the cheapest heavy artillery we can use if we're there long term and kaiju problems come up, I've braided slings before p-day but I haven't built a trebuchet before. I don't know if throwing huge rocks at 20 foot tall ferals will hurt them all that much though. Other than that, I have no real idea what the marines have in place against them." "Well, if that's everything, the helicopter will be here tomorrow, and hopefully everything goes well. Yeah?" The rabbit says, smiling and glad that things weren't all bad. Here was hoping it worked out actually. Angus gives a nod, fur still bristling from Yankeers before he sighs. "I have some equipment we can use to deal with the Kaiju, it will slow us down a bit but it will definitly make sure any of them within a thousand yard radius will know to stay the fuck away." He mutters, before standing up. "anyway miss, thank you for at least giving us a heads up before we head in. Gives me time to prepare." Shirai nods in turn. "Thanks for your time." She adds, then looking back to Angus; "If you need some help getting things back over here or sorting it out, I'll go with if you don't mind. I haven't seen much of your gear outside of the revolver you brought to the shooting range. Might get a few ideas for modifying my own gear, and god knows it could use an upgrade." She comments, shrugging before turning to the panda. "Phosphorus, again - Good to meet you." "Yes, nice to meet you too." Phosphorus stands up, dusting her clothing off with a few swipes of the hand and surveying the room's agents once more. This was going to be interesting. "I might try to tweak some of my firearms. But... it'll be so expensive, dammit. Catch you all around later, anyways." Menil scratches her chin, hmming. "I could probably make an effective beam cannon pretty easily...." she ponders to herself. "Although probably couldn't use it at all." She nods to the bunny, saying, "Okay, good briefing then! ...and you also did fine." She tries to assure the bunny a little awkwardly at the end there, having noticed her nervousness throughout the briefing. Forkbomb pats his clothes off. "Good talk. I'll go grab the laser rifle from under my bed near the snack machine. I'm hoping to pick up something in terms of armor. Anyone know anyone that can get some made on the quick?"[[Category:RPLogs]]

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Laurie]]
* [[Locke]]
* [[Rev]]
* [[Saviante]]
=Date=
23/4/2014
=Log=
<div></div> As those who managed to hurry in arrive, one of those at the table looks up after glancing at her watch wondering if they were going to get any help from the various agents running around. Spotting those arriving, she heaves a sigh of relief and nudges the cougar next to her and points to those arriving. Walking over, her companion in tow, had she deemed to wear a breastplate, a scale mail skirt and hold a large two handed sword, instead of hte flight suit she did, she'd have been picture perfect for the image of a Valkyrie. Stopping in front of the group approaching, she nods. "Captain John McGregor, RSX Air Fleet. This is my co-pilot Captain Franklin Hernandize. I take it you are all the ones who got the green-light for taking part?" Locke:nodded vigorously, pulling her firearm into view. Highly modern in appearance with a pump-action firing mechanism, it looked more than capable of blowing away the femme's opposition. The girl herself, rather Human in form, was nonetheless tainted by nanites, her arms and legs matted with fur from the elbows and knees down, respectivvely. "Yes, mam! Locke, reporting and ready for duty!" She shouted excitedly. The six foot five nanite adept dips his head in acknowledgment, and rests his hand on the hilt of the large ebony blade strapped to his hip. Rev had for the moment ditched his larger bulky equine form. For that of a nephilim. That along with his combat uniform gives him a sort if heavenly mercenary look. "Well lets get this show on the road." Edel shuffles along, not in much of an armour, instead having decided to dress herself in a dark crimson silk dress, complete with white frilled trim. Quite regal. She was certainly not wanting for weapons, though, with the large sword strapped to her back over her black cloak, and the 'smaller' sword strapped to her back hip. And whatever else she was hiding under that dress. "I do so enjoy going out of bubble," she remarks as she shuffles forward, a grin plastered on the wolf's muzzle. To and fro, forth and back; the noraneko's tail swings like an idle pendulum, painting the air around him with lazy strokes of black. He stands a short distance away from the others, eyeing their congregated forms auspiciously, though whether his mauve-tinted regard is out of genuine interest or the dire need of a distraction remains to be discerned. Laurie fails to understand why he's even among them. Why, when given leave, his paws had chosen to carry him here, of all places. What a group, he muses to himself. From what he could see, it so far comprised a horse, a wolf, a not-human, and .. an angel? Considering their ridiculous assembly, the fact that they were armed; wondering what the hell had called them to gather here as one, the noraneko can't resist a derisive snicker, barely managing to conceal it amongst the shallow noise of a sneeze. So many weapons and so much pride! It was almost cute, how bad they thought they were--Laurie was almost of a mind to stick around, perhaps even accompany them on their little mission, if only to see how they fared when faced with the loss of their precious weapons. Would they still be so apt to think themselves badass then? he wondered. Hearing of something that might actually be fun, and a chance to finally go out of the bubble once more Angus nearly jumpbs at the chance! He hoped he wasn't late as he tugs on the rest of his gear, butting back up his pea-coat as he skids into the room, trying hard not to slide into the nearest wall as he checks the strap of his Tesla rifle, revolver in place, tomahawk in its sheath as he gives a smile! "Hellllllooooooo there everyone, we all here for the picnic or am I in the wrong place again?" He asks, eyeing up the pilot as he whistles at their sword. Holding his tongue for now. Watching the area around the arrival point with cautious eyes, the reclusive plant double checks her gear. Never one to be trusting, she eyes the RSX agent slowly, but says nothing. pointedly ignoring her comments regarding being 'allowed' to join the mission. Her masked visage taking in the group in full detail, Saviante nods slightly to Angus, then waits for the details of this mission. Locke seemed slightly irritated by Laurie's snickering while she saluted, frowning at the edge of her lips but otherwise keeping herself rather pumped-up. Turning to the Wolfish girl in frilly clothes, she grinned. "You enjoy trips O-O-B? I've never been outside the thing, myself! Is it fun? Is there lots of stuff out there? Is it valuable?" She said in an excited tone. "Oh, by the way, I love your dress! I like a more rugged look, but that's very cute. Does it have hidden compartments for grenades and stuff?" Even after continuing her endless assault of questions, she still yammered on and on, seemingly about any little thing that caught her attention. Nodding, McGregor looks over the lot. "If you're here for the scavanger mission in San Deigo, you're in the right place. Need to have an idea of what the lot of you can do so we can stuff you in the right birds. The Zephyr helo is for the science-types since we're quite likely to be dealing with new forms down there. San Diego was massive bubble hit on P-Day. The Chinook's will be holding most of the mechanics and engineers who can figure out how much hardware we find is usable and what parts aren't. The fighting folks are going to be stuffed around where we can squeeze 'em." She says, ignoring the whistle. "We're chalks off in 20 minutes, so ya'll got time to make sure you're ready. Weather report shows clear skies the whole way down." Angus whistles as he looks over Mcgregor again, nodding to Saviante in greeting as he points at Mcgregor. "You packing or just happy to see us?" He teases, giving a wink before he takes a step up and chuckles. "Angus, I'm a biotech engineer with combat experience against the ferals. Also, I've been told I have some....skill with explosives, at least that's what I think people tell me half the time." He flash a smile, patting his chest to make sure he remember to bring his handcanon just in case. Savi looks over the options for a moment, knowing she would fit on any of the craft. After taking a few moments to run through options, she grabs her pack and shuffles to the engineering chopper. "I'm best put here." she says in her whisper soft voice. Setting her combat gear down amidst the engineers and squeezes into a seat. The mocery of a face carved into her helmet's mask providing a black stare into the eyes of those already loaded, dissuading any conversation regarding her choice of transport. Edel gives a polite nod to Angus. "Hey there! Glad to see that I'll have a familiar face going along with me today. And Savi, too! That'll help. I'm not usually fond of working with strangers," she says with a little grin, propping her arm up on the hilt of her sword. "So, I'm ready to go whenever. Brought everything I need with me," she says, patting her duffle as she moves towards the vehicle. Laurie doesn't hesitate to move in front of the others: leaping forwards and snagging the seat in the very back, stretching out his legs to ensure no one else would dare try and plop down beside him. Tch. Licking a paw pad, the noraneko begins to groom, dragging his palm across his ears and throat, smoothing out the unruly ruffles here and there. Locke raises her hand curiously, as if she were in a classroom. "Hey! Excuse me? What about me? I apologize for sounding ignorant, but I don't have any real skills in the sciences, nor building... And I'm a bit inexperienced in combat." She seemed to droop. "My only real skills are running, climbing and generally moving... Oh, and keeping myself alive in the bush, I guess?" She said, growling lightly in thought. "So... Got any jobs for us meat-heads?" She asked, leaning in towards the Valkyrie pilot(?). "I'll do anything I can, really. So... Is there a position I can take?" Rev thoughtfully searches his chin for a moment, and is just about to stepforward, and give his own introduction. When he suddenly stops having decided to make one change before joining the others who are ready. The Nephilims body is suddenly surrounded by violet shadows shadows. That overwhelm, and hide his form. A dark mirage briefly huddles. Where the nephilim had once stood. Almost like a budding flower. Before blooming outwards. Leaving a short Dusk Dragon in the nephilims place. Who quickly steps forward quickly adjusting several straps on his outfit so that while it doesn't fit him perfectly the clothing wouldn't hinder his movement."Names Rev, and I guess I would be.....combat personnel for this mission. I am ready to head out when you all are." "Angus, Blackhawk. Locke, you'll be in teh Zephyr bird as combat. Rev, Chinook. Find the emptier one and settle in. Miss Wolfess, I ain't sure where to stick you yet." McGregor says, pointing to the various craft. "Settle in." She states, turning around and walking back to the table, which appears to be finalizing whatever it was discussing. The cougar just chuckles, and looks at Edel. "Got enough weapons to make me think combat, so to save you some breath, you'll join me and John in teh Blackhawk. Let's get ourselves set up." Locke nodded silently, then rose, righting her navy blue tank top before running full-sprint to the assigned helicopter, leaping in to lands on her rear. "Let's go!" She shouted impatiently, sitting her firearm on her lap, atop black cargo pants lined with zippered-up pockets. Her tail curled up and around a leg. Edel chuckles softly and moves off towards the blackhawk with a nod. "Works for me. I'm whatever is needed. Engineer, scientist, and swordsman extraordinaire! I'm a one woman army, truly! But this works for me," she says, settling in with Angus. Angus blinks a bit, nodding as he looks to Edel and sticks out his tongue. "Nice to see you again Edel." He comments before he goes walking off towards the Blackhawk, humming to himself as he just casually walks over to the Blackhawk as he nibbles on a dog biscuit. Rev nods his head, and adjusts his blade so that it is no strapped sideways across his back just above his good. Just before scurrying over to the Chinook helicopters in search of the emptiest helicopter, and upon finding it he climbs in to the helicopter, and settles in to the nearest seat. Savi patiently crosses both sets of arms and waits, wondering exactly what they are getting into. Shifting softly in her seat she watches the others go to their respective choppers in silence. Franklin slides into the co-pilot's seat of the Blackhawk, already powering on the systems and seems to pause a moment as the helicopter comes to life in a purely mechanical sense of the phrase. Shaking himself out of his revery, he continues working, the helicopter props starting to spin up to speed. The rest of the pilots have gathered the materials on the table, and dashed to their respective helicopters, McGregor climbing into the pilot's seat of hte Blackhawk.

"This is your co-pilot speaking, please make sure you are wearing a headset, it is set to the general channel for hte duration of this flight. 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." Franklin says, grinning as he looks to the troop compartment. McGregor however just chuckles at teh cougar, and continues the pre-flight launch.

"Zephyr Control, Zephyr Control, this is Vulture 1, San Diego Expedition Team is ready for launch." She says, watching teh centaur with two light rods in his hands step in front, but some distance away. For those looking around, they'd see similiar things happening, though teh one's holding the wands might not all be the same form. At this point the garden area is washed in the rotor wash of the helicopters. "Roger that Zephyr Control, clearance is confirmed. Here's hoping we bring back good stuff." And with that, the helicopter's were guided off the ground and into the air, turning to fly south towards their destination. Locke grinned, then spun about in her chair to grab up a headset. Placing it over her head, she suddenly noticed it didn't quite fit right, due to her canine ears... Looking about, however, she quickly discovered a great number of different models, including a set with oddly angled muffs. Palcing these over her ears, she nodded in approval. "Zephyr really does get the best stuff!" She said with a laugh. Locke could hardly wait to see how things would pan out. Looking out a window, she watched the road lift away from them. "Coooooool~!" Taking the handset in one set of hands, Saviante turns it over for a few moments before just simply taking it apart. After examining the inner workings for a few moments, she drops the handful of equipment onto the deck of the chopper before reaching up to the side of her helmet and making a few adjustments. Speaking into her helmets com system she notes "Systems synched." Turning her head slightly to garner a better view of the passing land, the psychotic flower continues to wait patiently. Edel has her own inflight snack, producing a candybar from her bag, which she nibbles on as she tries to fix the headset on her altered lupine head. "So, how're you doing, Angus?" She seems rather unbothered by... Well, just about everything! "Well, I hope?" Angus crunches the dog biscuit rather quickly as he starts chewing on the inside of his cheek as he picks up the helmet and taps the mike. "f-fine....just not a fan of the flying express, never enjoyed a ride that didn't involve snacks." He mutters as he clenches his hands in his lap. Rev slips on a pair of head phones as instructured. Before looking out of the helicopter at the land beneath them. Less for the sights than it is for in the off chance that he, and the others may have to hoof it back. The rather short dragon digs a small bag of dried meat out of one of the pouches on his hips, and begins to snack on it. While listening for any instructions that may be given. Locke, being in the Zephyr bird, would see a large lupine form pull out a notebook, and check over it. "Alright ladies and gentlement, this is Bruce Yankeer. I'm the mission commander for this all-faction job. Here is the good news for all of ya. Number 1, we have confirmation that a nanite bubble is operational there. So for those who like having their fancier 'talents', ya ain't screwed over. Number 2, What information we've been able to gather of the region shows a fair number of vehicle and supplies in good condition. Better than good actually. However, on the negative side, the fact that those materials are still in Pre-P-Day condition, means that there are people there maintaining them. Ferals or survivors, we're unsure. The other issue, is we've no idea WHAT to expect if there are those altered by the nanites in the area." He says, looking at Locke as he talked, making sure she at least paid attention. "Captain McGregor, what's the ETA look like?"

"4 hours by this rate Sir. That's of course assuming nothing goes wrong." McGregor responds, her focus constantly flicking between the console in front of her, teh air around them, and the map taped onto the blank screen between the pilot and co-pilot. At the phrase "Nothing goes wrong" Saviante snaps her head up and grumbles. Suddenly feeling the obsessive need to check her gear, she begins eyeing the area outside the chopper pack, expecting to see rockets fling their way any second. "Why did you have to say that..." she mumbles half-heartedly into the comm as she begins to make sure she is strapped in properly. Edel frowns at Angus and reaches out to try to put a comforting hand on his leg. "Hey! Relax, yeah? I'm your bodyguard now, remember? You know I won't let nothin' hurt you. And if you happen to fall, I have wings! I can get you down safely." Locke otherwise unaffected by the pilot's words, as he seemed to stare at her, she nodded as if to confirm she understood. However, in the next few seconds, her face was plastered right to the window once more... Scanning the horizon in what seemed a mix of happiness and slight panic. Angus freezes for a second when Edel's hand lands on his leg and he smiles a bit. "y-ya, I know...." He mutters, eyes darting around around as someone just had to mention that nothing would get worse Unlike a few of his comrades Rev just lays his head back, and calmly shuts his eyes. Choosing to leave the worrying to the others for at least the moment. For the most part, the flight from Fairhaven to San Deigo had been uneventful, and the helicopter pilots were constantly communicating with each other, making sure they remained in formation for the flight south. "How are the systems looking Franklin? Bird ain't been in the air for a long time, I'm still worried the nanites might have eaten something besides the GPS map." McGregor says, still doing that constantly shifting of her focus, though not as intently.

"All good John. We got clear skies, a loaded bird and hell, be glad we're actually flying again. I was going stir crazy just doing checks. Besides, think abou-" He was saying, when a sharp short toned buzzing began screaming in the cockpit. "TARGET LOCK! TARGET LOCK! IT'S WEAK BUT WE'RE PAINTED!" He yells, quickly dropping the happy-go-lucky attitude and now focusing heavily on making sure they could fly right.

"VULTURE 1 TO ALL CALLSIGNS! MISSILE LOCK! POPPING CHAFF!" McGregor barks in command, jerking the stick sharply to the side, flicking the safety level up and hitting the button that caused rattles over the helicopter, causing the 8 beings in the troop compartment to feel like peas in a pod even in the harnesses. Those in other helicopters, if looking in the right direction, notice the blackhawk suddenly spew what looked like glittering shards of something as it suddenly veered to the left, while hte other helicopters break formation and go away from teh center line of hte formation.

Just as Locke feels teh helicopter veering, a tube shape speeds past her window the fins on it wiggling wildly as teh glassy front of the missile can't seem to fly straight. Meanwhile, Yankeer ain't freaking out much. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! GET THESE BIRD'S ON THE GROUND NOW!" Her strength rippling to the surface, Savi stands up, not bothering to undue her harness. As the security device snaps into useless strings, Savi's tentacles shoot out in near every direction. Standing center of the tight chopper deck, Savi wraps her tentacles and vines around the other passangers, acting as a secondary brace and support. "Hold on." she says simply as she stretches herself thin trying to cover the entire cre at once. "This might get very bad." Edel squints, ears perking as she reaches out to put her grip firm on Angus. "Stay calm. If things go bad, put your trust in me, Angus, and hold on tight. I'll get us out safely, like I said, okay?" She gives the coyote a genuine smile, trying to calm his nerves. "Just relax." Angus was trying hard to stare at the pilots ass, a thought going through his mind before Edel snags his hands and his ears perk up. "Wait, what?" He asks in a paper thin tone, trying hard not to panic as the alarm starts ringing and he just gulps....pulling down the front lip of the helmet to hide his eyes as he squeezes Edel's hand tight and nods, gritting his teeth. "Can I get off now!" Locke:shouted in surprise as the missile blasted past her window... That was a missile, right?! "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" She yelped, tearing at her harness in a panic, though she seems unable to get the mechanism to release. "STUPID BUCKLES!!!" She screams, leaning down to chew at the straps hurriedly. Meanwhile, her Remington 870 had fallen to the floor, sliding to one side of the helicopter's cabin. Luckily, the safety was on, so it hadn't fired when things flew wide. The dusk dragons eyes snap open when hears the phrase middle lock, and while he is no quite worried just yet. He can hear the woerie in the voices of the pilots. He briefly grumbles under he breath."And I was just about to take a nap." He says as he begins to release the calming aura his kind is known for in an attempt to calm his companions if onky just a little." Go to San Diego they said. It'll he fun they. I swear we better not get blown out if the sky." Edel reaches up to unbuckle her harness, keeping herself calm as she scoots into Angus' lap, pressing her nose against his as she tries to stare sternly into his covered eyes. "Listen to me. Listen. Calm down. You're going to be alright, I promise you. I won't let anything happen to you." "Not to sound callous sir, but we're over mountains, with forests! We have ot find a clear LZ before we can set down!" McGregor replies. "Franklin! Keep an eye on the sky! I don't want any more SAMs surprising us!" She states, her focus now towards teh ground as she flew, looking for a spot for all four helicopters to set down.

"Vulture Leader to all Callsigns, FIND US A SAFE SPOT NOW!" Yankeer literally barks, before noticing Locke's actions. "STOP THAT GOD DAMN IT! It's reinforced! You're not chewing through it." He states, now twisting around in his seat to look in the cockpit.

Meanwhile, Savi's fellows are lashed down thanks to the plant woman, teh two tauric fellows holding firmly to their positions with help. Meanwhile, in Rev's chinook, those worrying were calming down, the personnel in the rear looking around at what was going on. Angus can feel when Edel climbs into his lap, and he wraps her in a death grip hug to make sure she isn't thrown around in the cockpit. "Edel!" He comments in a rather rough voice as he tries hard to keep calm, only to keep the wolfess from flying around the place if something happens! Locke tossed her arms up, her canines dislodging from her futile efforts to remove the straps from herself. "Then can SOMEONE get this off of me?! I think it's jammed!" She shouted, stopping momentarily to glance about the cabin. "Where's my heat? Has anyone seen my shotgun?! It's got the safety on, but it might get clicked if it's sliding about!" Watching out the windows with Fervor, Savi refuses to let her hold on the passangers let up. Having decided to keep as many alive as possible, he attention is focused solidly at the airspace in front of the choppers. "I dont care if you have to hover 20 feet above the earth and let us ump... get us out of the air." she barks into her comm, uncaring that she doesn't have the rank to command anyone here. Edel willing puts herself in that danger for the sake of keeping Angus calm! That and she's pretty confident. "Yes? I told you, Angus! I'll keep you safe and calm no matter the cost! So don't worry about me, just relax. I know what I'm doing!" She returns the hug, seemingly not minding the pressure all that much, despite a bit of a wince. Her wings spread, pressing around Angus to his seat. Like a feathery cocoon. Rev calmly sits back, and returns to munching on dried meat, and of course any potential passion such as lust, or anger in the area. " So are we going to land, or should those of use with wings try jumping out here and glide to the ground. So we can cause a distraction for the rest of you?" He says into his Mic. "Call Pilots, follow me if you want to reduce picture!" McGregor states, her Blackhawk already having lowered itself to be barely skimming over the treetops. As they come up to a river she veers teh helicopter sideways to drip into the 'gulf' of it. "Keep tight and don't deviate from teh river! We can get closer with it's cover!" She states, flying fast and hard, the rotors of the helicopter barely getting over the tree tops. As they clear teh canyon and come up to a open space, she veers harshly towards what looked like a training air strip. The whole area was clear, so she merely landed teh helicopter. Until they'd dropped into the valley, the alarm had been blaring non-stop. Now it was silent.

Growling, the man in teh crew compartment with Locke is happy the helicopter is landing, slams a furred fist into the center of his buckle, and the harness releases. Picking up the woman's shotgun, he uses the weapon to hit the quick release on her harness before handing it over. "Try that next time." He states simply, sliding open the door and jumping out. "Alright, who wants to tell me how we didn't hear of there being SAM sites around here, and hwo far off target we are." Angus starts breathing rapidly, quickly through his nose as he nods. "Okay, okay, okay." He comments rather quickly as his grip loosens just a little when he realizes how much pressure he might be putting on her as he keeps her in his grasp, ears twitching as her feather wings cocoon around him. As soon as that beeping stops he does calm down a lot, even if his hands are still shaking a little as he pushes back up his helmet and opens his eyes. "T-thanks....Edel." Savi hits the door even before the rotors slow. Dropping low and keeping a crouched position, she hurries away from the choppers to the left, eyes scanning the area for sharpshooter positions while motioning for the others to keep low. "We must assume the whole area is hostile, we shouldn't be in the open any longer than absolutely needed." she mutters into her comm. The open area of the cleering pressing down on her psyche like a physical weight. Edel slips off of Angus, wings going back under her cloak as she gives a warm smile to the coyote. "You're welcome! Now, come on! Let's go." She takes the liberty of punching the button on Angus' harness before dropping out of the helicopter herself, tugging the large sword off her back and propping the blunt edge up on her shoulder. Locke nodded in understanding, staring down at the mechanism with a frown. Shaking her head slightly and turning to face the exit, she moved to the edge, then dropped down into a crouch. Looking about cautiously, she then ran whilst keeping low, following the leader... That's what she was always trained to do in such a situation, after all. "Instructions, sir?" She asked, her eyes flashing across the area. Angus takes a deep breath as Edel pops his harness and he stands up a little shakely, blushing slightly as he rubs at his nose to try and get Edel's scent out of it as he steps out of the chopper. "C-can we stay on the ground for a bit?" He asks no one in particular as he keeps his head down and just heads in Saviante's direction. Rev unstraps himself, and hops to his feet."Well at least we know whoever is maintaining the stuff around here are definitely not friendlies." He mutters into his head set before staking it off, and tossing it into the swat next to him. Before disembarking the helicopter, and drawing his ebony blade. With his weapon at the ready. The dusk dragon moves to join Angus, and Edel. Edel grins at Angus and follows after him, nodding. "I'm sure we can, Angus. Nice and safe on the ground! No falling to death here!" She chuckles softly, giving a little wave to Rev with her free hand. Looking over teh situation, it was clear that the 'mission commander' had little experience leading things like this. "We need to find out how far away we are. And how off target we are." He says, looking around, figuring someone could answer immediately. He was obviously a desk jockey, not a field operative.

"We're inside Camp Pendleton, but we're about 2 miles from Basilone Road. That'll get us to the areas we want easily." McGregor says, pulling out the map. "I wouldn't recommend us flying any closer than we are. But it's you're call SIR." She states, clearly upset with the idiotism teh leader had shown so far.

Yanker however, simply nodded. "Right. Agents and... freelancers... You'll scout for us. We need to find the main warehouses, and maybe even find those in charge here. IF we can open a dialogue, we might not be attacked as much." He says, acting like they weren't fired upon by a missile. That was just some regular feral group. Listening to the conversation quietly, Savi notes the locations mentioned, then begins to casually work her way towards the objective. Having spent much time alone, stealth is something the flower is very used to. Without any nticble difference in her manneisms, the plant just simply becaomes less noticable as she begins to slid into her sneak mode. Angus sighing a little as he finally stops shaking he takes a deep breath. "They shot a missle at us, really no point in pretending they are friendly."He mutters as he unslings his Telsa rifle, flicking the saftey off as it starts to hum gently, starting to whine as he looks over the trees. Locke rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "I don't know about this... I suck at acting and haven't really been in training with my unit long enough to know what details I'm looking for when scouting." She sighed. "Now, if you've got something to be moved in a rush over obstacles..." Edel flips her sword around and plants the tip in the ground, leaning against the large object. "I'm good at sneaking around. If you want me to investigate, I'd be glad to! I can even turn into inanimate objects, should the need arise! So... Point me in a direction, tell me what to do, and I'll do it." Rev looks to Edel, and returns her wave. As he falls in line with the wolfess, and coyote. The dusk dragon props the flat of his blade against his shoulder."So whose up for drinks when we get back to the area around fairhaven.....You know what wrong time to ask. I can do a little illusionary work if needed." McGregor sighs, and points to the south, the same directly Saviante had already gone. "That way kiddos. Be careful alright?" She says, ignoring the glare from teh wolf leading the show.

While savi was definitely able to fool most things around that was was just another, if overly sized and oddly colored plant, it was clear rather quickly not everything was fool. There was a faint *CRACK* and a tuft of sand puffed up in front of Savi's next movement. The RSX and a few Zephyr personnel drive for cover of the helicopters, while the Promethean and the remaining Zephyr employees look around confused at teh sound.

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! TAKE COVER YOU IDIOTS!" McGregor orders. Franklin however was pulling something out of the Blackhawk, and hucked it at McGregor, who deftly caught it and jacked the bolt on her MP5. Bruce Yankeer growls at those present, and steps out into the open. "Get out from tehre you fools! They're obviously just being cautious!" He rumbles, only to jump and yip as another bullet landed at HIS feet. Almost breaking for cover at the impact of the first shot, Savi changes her mind as the second also finds a spot in the dirt. "I dont think they are trying to hit us..." Willing to risk her body for her guess, the plant stops and raises all four arms high, hands open. "Fucking QUIT!" she yells in the direction the shots arrived from. "You do not want this to become a pissing contest. We are here on exploration and recon only." With this the plant steps out from the cover and into the open, waiting for either a reply, or a bullet. Edel tugs her sword from the ground and starts off, walking in the appointed direction before the bullets start. As soon as they do, she brings her sword around and plants it in the ground again, this time in front of her as she stands behind it, using it like a shield. "Yes," she calls out. "We don't mean you harm here. Nobody wants to come to blows." Just in case, though, several rock-fashioned knives fall from under her dress, sticking themselves in the ground around her. Locke looked about for the nearest cover, spotting a boulder in a good position, then made a run for it like her heels had lit on fire. "Crap!" She growled, ducking into a roll to avoid stray shots. "I don't think my weapon's gonna have much effect here, sir." She muttered into her MIC. "Ideas?" Angus perks his ears up and brings up his rifle as the shooting starts. Ears flicking, taking deep breaths to see if he can learn where his targets are as looks to Edel and waves to get her attention, pointing towards the south and holding up two fingers to indicate the number of shooters and hoping that she relays it to the others as he takes a few steps forward with rifle at the ready. Rev frowns, and shakes his head. "First missiles, and now bulllets how fun" He say while creating a group of illusions to obscure what he is up to, and distract those that are shooting at him and his allies. While he heads off in an attempt to maneuver behind the enemy with the assistance of his illusions. Edel gives a nod to Angus. She heard where they were, but if there was only two... Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the vehicles approaching. "Damn." She quickly tugs her sword up and slides it onto her back before running around frantically for a moment, as if to confuse onlookers, before finally running off behind a tree and... Vanishing? Not quite, though anyone from the south side might think that. Where once was a wolf, now was a tree stump on the ground, a bit of tanuki magic at play. Currently, the majority of the scavenger mission was split in two groups. Those that was scared readily, such a Bruce Yankeer who was currently cowering inside the Zephyr helicopter. The rest, were listening to McGregor. "Keep your heads down! We need to ID who they are and why the hell they're shooting warning shots!" She barks.

"Agents! I hope to God you got some ideas!" Franklin calls out, holding his own M4 carbine, using the rear section of the Blackhawk as his cover. He was pressing tightly against it when his head whipped around and he jerked the rifle to his shoulder. "VEHICLES BEHIND!" He calls out, as a convoy of 3 Marine Hummvee's roll up to the landed group, obviously controlled by beings with sanity or reasonable intelligence. Mind, they were also decked out for a war-zone in full US Marine MOPP gear, or at least, a mimicry of such considering it appeared their faces were no longer human, which caused the gas masks to not sit quite right, or be heavily modified.

Pulling into a quarter circle around the 4 helicopters, the vehicles are emptied of several Marines, all quickly pointing their own M4's are those present. One of the larger ones steps forward, jerking his rifle. "LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND COME OUT WITH HANDS IN THE AIR!" Savi eyes the soldiers for a moment, then shrugs. Slowly reaching one hand to a holster, she draws out a smallish stick and tosses it at the feet of the armed militants. "That's the only weapon I brought today." she says honestly. Here armored gave beating down on the soldiers like an act of defiance. "now what?" she says softly, waiting to see if this will become a bloodbath. Angus turns to the soldiers with his weapon still at the ready as he smiles! "Cute popguns, you get them out of a cracker jack box?" He snaps as he looks them over before lowering his rifle as his right hand rests at his hip and he looks them over with a nonchalant air about him as he stands there. Locke spun about in confusion behind her cover, her gaze coming to rest on the unusual beings in military outfits and gas masks. Wait, gas masks...? "If they're wearing gas masks, then either they think WE have gas-based weapons or THEY have gas-based weapons they intend to use..." She whispered into her MIC. "It's hard to tell... I think I see muzzles on a few of them. Paws? I can't see too well from her." She didn't like the way things were going... If things went south, she'd be running the opposite direction, full-sprint. Edel remains a stump. Completely not-suspicious. Just doing stump things. Watching and listening, mostly, seeing as she remained in full control of her senses. Those stone knvies remained embedded harmlessly in the ground, for now, pommel-up. She does nothing, though. Can't afford to blow her cover. Rev who had been attempting to sneak around the enemy with the use of his illusionary powers. Instead settles dwn, and hide himself using the same power. While he turns his head to watch the vehicles, and their occupants as they arrive."Well now this is certainly something I don't see every day. He mutters to himseld. As he waits to see just what the new arrivals will do. Climbing out of the helicopter, Bruce has his hands up, and is looking over those present who were armed. "Well? Do it! We might be able to talk to their leader and arrange something!" He pleads, wanting to try and prove he could lead the situation.

Growls, standing up and holding her SMG high before bending over and putting it on the ground. Franklin sighs, and does the same. "I don't like this John..." He mutters, walking forward towards the apparent Marines, and kneeling, hands clasping behind his head. The rest of those assembled for the mission do so as well.

"Private Spenili! Check them! Middle East Ruleset!" The largest orders, turning his head to look to one of the beings behind a vehicle. Slinging their rifle, the ordered character walks forward, and starts giving those on the ground a patting down. Then looking for rank or position identifiers, cuts them off, and strips all those present to their undergarments. Meanwhile, a few more Marines are moving around where Edel vanished, carefully prodding the area with the tips of their rifles, apparently attempting to locate her. Behind Rev however, he feels the press of a rifle on his back.

"Stand up slowly, hands above your head and this won't get ugly scalie." The voice, gruff but firm behind Rev says. If he were to look behind him, he'd see one of the first of the beings without a mask, and the reality isn't hugely surprising for those who'd been in Fairhaven long enough. It would appear whatever hit this part of San Diego turned those present here quite literally into the Marine's namesake of 'Devil Dogs'. There was some feminine lines to the face behind Rev, but it was currently curled into a determined scowl while they waited for his action. As the soldier approches Savi She levels her masked gave into his eyeline. "You will have no problems from me... unless you try and touch me." Hands still raised, her body unmoving, only the coldness in her voice belays the fact that this is not likely an idle threat. "Nothing that makes me dangerous can be removed." Edel was still 'nowhere' to be found! What a mystery! A single black feather can be seen trying to flit away in a breeze, but is hung up on the grass. Perhaps she flew away? That would be bothersome, wouldn't it? Angus looks over everyone and frowns as he lays his rifle on the ground, still active, before placing his arms at his side in easy view as he smiles at the soldiers. He studies what they are doing, his eyes narrowing as he decides to put his hands up instead if being defiant. But he does not move. Locke glanced at the number of soldiers and firearms, then counted her legs... Two .Vs... Many. Odds? Bad. Thus, she set her Remington down, kicked it away, then dropped to the ground. "Well, at least they're not ferals. THEN we'd be fucked. Literally." She said into her MIC with a sigh. Rev turns his head sideways and looks at the apparently female devil dog as he stands the short dragon smirks."Easy there ma'am. We wouldn't want someone getting hurt." He says while simultaneously creating a clone illusion of himself as he stands, and at thesame time hides himself from her view. Should his illusion succeed the dusk dragon who is noticeably shorter than his would be captor would sneak behind her, and our the too of his blade to her back. While he debates hacking her knees out from under her for the scalie comment. Which he really didn't appreciate do to his smooth hides lack of scales. As each person is checked over, the insignia removed is handed back to those it belonged to. They were told to hold it in front of them in a way that would keep them visible. Those that were surrendering where gathered up and kept away from the helicopters. "Sergeant, you better not be playing hard to get with that... plant thing!" The largest barks, finally pulling his mask off, now letting the rest see why his mask seemed so ill-fitting.

"Captain, I'm not sure I could move it if I wanted to! And I think it's a her sir!" The Marine nearest Savi called back. He was edging closer to her, his rifle pointed at her, though he wasn't quite sure if her threat was fully legit or just bluster.

Meanwhile, for Rev's situation, the Marine who'd gotten the jump on him was reaching for her radio, while getting ready to nudge his illusion with her rifle barrel, only to find it go through. "SIR! I got one unknown missing! He... put up some kind of illusion!" She says, now gripping her rifle and looking around, trying to find him. Just as Rev might be able to get the drop on Marine in front of him, the sound of another gunshot and the sudden piercing pain of a bullet tearing into his lower leg causes problems. You know, the life of a stump is pretty interesting. You just sort of sit there for a while, and life moves on around you. The trees hog all the glory with their leaves and such, but it's not so bad. People can count your rings - in this case the stump has 24 - and they can sit on you to have a nice rest, and all kinds of neat things. Edel has time to ponder these things as she waits, watching. Looking for reason to let her disguise drop, one way or another. The gunshot reminds Savi of the position they are in now, and calmly removes her gear, a process wich seems almost comically time consuming. Saving the helmet for last, she stands disrobed all but for her pattern of eye-twisting thin line tattoos. Nudging the gear toward the soldier with a cluster of leg vines. "I have personal space issues." she says calmly. Waiting for the soldier to bend close to collect the gear, she speaks in her soft voice once more. "You are not any safer now." she wispers just for him. Rev stumbles, and lets out a growle of pain while his tail raps around the woman's legs, and pulls them out from under her. then takes off in a limping run while chugging some healing milk. hopefully with his probably brief head start, and the milk he would hopefully be able to out run her, and escape. Angus juffs a little as he sits there, a little uncomfortable without the familiar weight of his equipment as he props his hand in his chin. "So, we just playing strip tease or is there a reason you took all my toys?" He asks as he smiles up at the nearest guard, showing allllll his teeth. Locke hummed a small tune to herself, dirty thoughts making her drip at the crotch dramatically, resulting in a rather scented puddle beneath her. She almost looked like she'd pissed herself. However, those with a stronger self of smell could likely determine the difference... Possibly even some without. "Permission to speak?" She asked with a slight tremble in her voice. As Rev is running, another shot is heard, and this time, his kneecap blowing out from behind as another bullet punches through him. The MArine who'd jumped him is now tackles him, and roughly pulls him off the ground. "Keep it up buddy, and them sniper's won't stop be so nice!" She growls, dragging him with her to the group.

The rest are left wondering while the Marines around them converse on the matter. "Sir, RSX and Zephyr, we know. There's a third group and what look like a few mercs. If we had to be honest... Sir, I think they're looking for resources, though from where I haven't a clue." One of the Marines says, looking at the assembled. The Captain merely looks at them carefully, and ponders the situation. "Get the General on the horn. Maybe these folks do want to talk, but we ain't putting 'em in the same room as him. I know I don't want to piss him off, not after what happened to Colonel Bull." The Captain orders, walking over to the group assembled. Kneeling down, looking over them, he sighs. "Alright, which one of ya'll is leading this raggity ass assembly?" He asks, expecting a variety of answers.

One of the Marines nearest Locke grunts and kicks her gently in the side as a clue to tell her to shut up. At this point, all the Marines had removed their masks, and while there were differences, it looked like on teh whole, they all got hte same form treatment. Angus flicks his ears as the soldier gets near him, trying to see if his rifle was still whining. "Did you mess with my rifle? As it might not be the best idea to be putting a fully charged, ready to fire Tesla rifles safety on. That this is tempermental as a feral in rut.....Please tell me you didn't put it near the rest of the equipment?" He asks, actually giving the marine a worried glance before he glance turns to where he could hear the whine. :looing around the group of soldiers Savi can't elp but chuckle. "So... you had to shoot at us in the air and on the ground, surround us, then strip us nude so you could hand us a radio?" Smirking openly the plant continues. "You are some pretty messed up-in-the-head pseudo-sodiers huh?" Rev gives a disgruntled growl before wrenching free of the woman, and shakingly forces himself to his feet. Rather annoyed by the snipers skill, and of course bullet holes in his left leg. The injured dragon goes along with the woman quietly at least for now while he devises a plan to turn things to his favor."You know you should be thankful. I could have chopped your legs out from under you instead of just tripping you." He says with a somewhat annoyed by the undignified treatment. As he limos back in the direction of the rest if the group. Locke whimpered, slipping her fingers down to her sopping wet bitch-hole slowly, her arms under her belly. Dipping her furry clawed fingers into it, she let out a long, soft growl. While pleasant, however, it was far from sating... Her body was starting to heat up as well, giving a deep blush to the portions of her skin that showed... Which was quite a bit, at this point. Bruce stands up, obviously embarassed by his state of clothing, and raises his hand. "I am. We were looking for supplies to help fill what we need to rebuild." He says, hoping that someone wouldn't snipe him right now. When the Captain merely nods, and takes the wolf away, he pauses a short distance away. "And can someone please get the horny bitch to calm down? She's making a lewd fool of herself." He says, looking at the lot of them, before turning and heading to the hummvee the other Marine had left for.

The rifle Angus seemed worried about got louder and louder in it's whine, but a muffle 'fump' sound happened, as it discharged the built up energy into the ground. The marines guarding the gear looked at the pile, then each other, and shrugged, waiting for things to be handled.

As Rev is brought forward, he's pushed towards the rest of hte group, and 'politely' pushed to his knees as they repeat teh process of checking him over. The marine shakes her head, and looks at the rest. "Seriously, command was afraid of this lot?" She mutters near one of hte other Marines, who shrugs. "Hell if I know Brooks. We got told to pin 'em here, find out what the hell they wanted, and let higher decide from there." He says, looking over the group. Hearing their distinct lack of fear and worry... Well that just couldn't do. They were getting too sure of themselves. Too cocky. And Edel's urge to prank was growing ever higher. Slowly, the dark, finely carved stone knives that had laid forgotten in the ground start to rise up, hovering in the air, seemingly of their own accord. While the marines have their backs turned to the stone weapons, they all propel themselves back into the ground with several muffled thumps, leaving them in a smiley face formation, with eerie accuracy and speed. Angus breaths a sigh of relief Angus looks up at the soldiers and grins. "Welp, at least it didn't blow up this time. I would hate to have to build it over again, that thing was hard to put together." He mutters to himself as he dusts his hands off and, pulls a deck of cards from his sleeve and starts shuffling. "soooooo, anyone want to play a card game while we wait for the jarheads to do something?" Savi eyes the soldiers for a few more moments, before she just abruptly stands up and raises all her arms in the air, stetching casualy. "So...." she says to anyone paying attention, "you don't know why people are worried about us?" turniing her head to look over the assembled group she turns back to the soldiers. "We could show you, or you could hurry this call up, we have shit to do." Rev lets out a slight grunt of discomfort, and looks up at the woman."Really now I get shot in the kneecap, and you put md on my knees." The dusk dragon feigns further discomfort. While smiling inwardly now thst he was out into proximity of so many people. The dusk dragon inhales softly as if savoring the scent of s fine meal. While he begins to train the passions from those around him wether it be the lust radiaiting from Locke. Or any other possible forks those around him may be feeling such as anger. This of course would lead those around him to a rather serene and peaceful state. As he consumes the passions He regains the energy, and strength he spent in his escape attempt. Locke blinked slowly, the wetness and heat gathered in her groin slowly fading to nothing. "Aww... That was the first time I've gone into heat... And rut." She said with a pout, sitting up slowly. "Hmm... Er, can we have our stuff back or are we still in trouble for... Flying?"[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Diplomatic Mission - Briefing - RPLOG

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San Diego Act II.A - Diplomatic Mission Briefing - RPLOG

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San Diego Act II.B - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG

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San Diego Act II.B - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG

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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Buzamu]]
* [[Edel]]
* [[Forkbomb]]
* [[Menil]]
* [[Razz]]
* [[Redd]]
* [[Sensuen]]
* [[Shirai]]
=Date=
13/2/2016
=Log=
<div></div> 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."[[Category:RPLogs]]

San Diego Act I.A - Scavanging Troubles - RPLOG

2016-02-13T00:24:54Z

Glein: /* Log */

Buzamu/History

2016-01-20T01:03:12Z

Glein:

*Joined Marines - Age 18 [2002] 
*Assigned 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, stationed at Camp Pendleton, California [2002] 
[FIRST TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom [19 March, 2003-1 May 2003] 
*Participated in Second Battle of Fallujah [8 November 2004 - 23 December 2004] 
[END OF TOUR] 
 
[SECOND TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq again during Operation Iraqi Freedom [August 2005 - April 2006] 
[END OF TOUR] 
*Assigned to Experimental USMC Company meant to handle unusual attack vectors [Issued early RSX temporary nanite inoculations], [January 2008] 
*Out in the California Desert when P-Day Happened. [February 2008] 
*Company turned mercenary as lack of communications between them and any higher authority failed. [August 2008] 
*Not all personnel used the issued inoculations as regularly as required. 
*Company reduced to under squad strength due to combat casualties and infection of personnel. [April 2013] 
*Used last daily inoculation. [April 2013] 
*Left remnants of company to seek alternative employment. [April 2013] 
*Hired onto Zephyr Inc. as a mercenary in order to fund more inoculations. [20 May 2013] 
*First hour in the field resulted in getting beaten by a lizard girl and first nanite mutation. [20 May 2013] 
*Lost malehood from Lizard Girl and turned female. [20 May 2013] 
*Poor encounter with a Shadow Dragon and was infected with form. [20 May 2013] 
*Moved to support RSX Team in Oregon, and was afflicted with Wolf Pack Mind infection, though countered by Fox Pack mind infection. [29 May 2013] 
*Provided field-tactical assistance to RSX concerning known Pack-Mind tactics during multiple briefings. [31 May/6 June 2013] 
*Involved in the Klamath Falls Pack Mind Incident. [10 June 2013] 
*Recruited into United States Hardline Active American Asset Reclamation Defense Department (U.S. H.A.A.A.R.D.D. Corps) [17 June 2013] 
*Participated in unexpected ambush of 'Greenskin' ambush force attempting to overtake a Zephyr Inc rig in Woodfield. [25 June 2013] 
*Aided in live capture of a Husky Prime Specimen alongside K&S Solutions. [28 June 2013] 
*Observed situation of attempted Feral riot and assault of Fairhaven Mall [30 June 2013] 
*Birthed first clutch of eggs (16 count) [18 July 2013] 
*Aided in rescue of 3 RSX Agents caught by 'Greenskin' force in Woodfield Docklands. [22 July 2013] 
*Took a leave of absence to reflect on herself [August 2013 - 15 December 2013] 
*Filed request for name change to Buzamu Herrick [19 December 2013] 
*Participated in Situation at Latex Factory [21 December 2013] 
*Aided in Pregnancy Testing at New Dawn Compound [21 December 2013] 
*Assisted in recovery of surviving Professor and recoverable books from Bozeman University area [23 December 2013] 
*Left Fairhaven Nanite Bubble for personal expedition. [18 August 2014] 
*Returned to Fairhaven Nanite Bubble. [26 November 2015] 
*Left US HAAARDD Corps due to defunt operational status. [27 November 2015]

Buzamu/Stereotypes

2016-01-18T12:00:17Z

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{| align="center"
|
* [[Zephyr]] - Corporate goons, corporate scientists, corporate operations. Good for the money, bad for the benefits.
* [[Prometheans]] - They're trying to rebuild. Good. Just quit trying to say that you have to be afflicted to benefit from this new world.
* [[RSX]] - Government workhorse. Decent pay, decent benefits, really stupid combat operators.
* '''Ferals''' - Trouble, but not anything that can't be handled. Just, don't let 'em get too friendly with ya.
* '''Pack Minds''' - Touchy subject, after being infected with Fox Mind infection.
* '''Survivors''' - We're all these to some extent. Just some more than others.
|}

Buzamu/Contacts

2016-01-18T11:10:09Z

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{| class="wikitable sortable" style="margin: auto;"
|-
!colspan="3"|Regular Contacts
|-
!Name
!Note
!Known Status
|-
|[[Aliasi]]
|Friend, and additional skills training aide.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Angus]]
|When I speak of coyote's, or rather, The 'Yote, this is who I speak of.
|Active
|-
|[[Arano]]
|Former Army Specialist, now a contractor, and proving to be a pretty good friend. Even after being feral for 5 years.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Conrad]]
|Tauric friend, medical professional, works in Zephyr's Triage. Only Doc down there I trust.
|Active
|-
|[[Edel]]
|Good Friend, Equipment maker, and one of the first to assist after first week in Fairhaven
|Active
|-
|[[Jenneau]]
|RSX Combat Operative, and decent battle buddy.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Jian]]
|Friend and daughter of Edel
|Unknown
|-
|[[Maxwell]]
|Friend with an ear.
|Active
|-
|[[Morten]]
|Slightly cowardly, but determined to help.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Nevada]]
|"Jack", dealing with similar troubles as self when first arrived in Fairheaven.
|Active
|-
|[[Rorne]]
|Ally, scientist, and comrade in arms.
|Active
|-
|[[Saviante]]
|Good friend.
|Unknown
|}

Buzamu/Contacts

2016-01-17T11:56:27Z

Glein:

{| class="wikitable sortable" style="margin: auto;"
|-
!colspan="3"|Regular Contacts
|-
!Name
!Note
!Known Status
|-
|[[Aliasi]]
|Friend, and additional skills training aide.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Angus]]
|When I speak of coyote's, or rather, The 'Yote, this is who I speak of.
|Active
|-
|[[Arano]]
|Former Army Specialist, now a contractor, and proving to be a pretty good friend. Even after being feral for 5 years.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Edel]]
|Good Friend, Equipment maker, and one of the first to assist after first week in Fairhaven
|Active
|-
|[[Jenneau]]
|RSX Combat Operative, and decent battle buddy.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Jian]]
|Friend and daughter of Edel
|Unknown
|-
|[[Maxwell]]
|Friend with an ear.
|Active
|-
|[[Morten]]
|Slightly cowardly, but determined to help.
|Unknown
|-
|[[Nevada]]
|"Jack", dealing with similar troubles as self when first arrived in Fairheaven.
|Active
|-
|[[Rorne]]
|Ally, scientist, and comrade in arms.
|Active
|-
|[[Saviante]]
|Good friend.
|Unknown
|}

User:Glein

2016-01-16T10:10:34Z

Glein:

[[File:Glein09-01-2012.png|400px|thumb|left|Glein as of September 2012, Taken by friend in Beaverton, Oregon]]American 25 year old male, living in Portland Oregon.

Seperated USAF A1C, unemployed, and slightly insane! But not too much so. Just the right kind of insane to be good at Roleplaying!

Character list:
*[[Buzamu]] - Former US Marine, now Freelancer
*[[Motya]] - Russian RSX Agent
*[[Elenor]] - Lost Farm Girl

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File:Base_Zephyr_LR2009A1.png|Zephyr Laser Rifle Concept
File:Base_Zephyr_LP2007A1.png|Zephyr Laser Pistol Concept
File:Medusa_LLDR.png|RSX Targeting Device Concept
File:MQ-12_Skirmisher.png|RSX Mechanical Drone Concept
</gallery>

Buzamu/Contacts

2015-12-08T03:47:28Z

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Buzamu/Description

2015-11-27T21:11:11Z

Glein:

'''Utilities''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her 'ears' are pierced with simple studs, and there are a couple of simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, but not be so overt to be a distraction. 
She is currently wearing a desert patterned set of [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MCCUU MCCUUs] atop a sleek sci-fi like body suit visible past her rolled up sleeves of her jacket and past the bottom of her pants, which has had adjustments made to account for the growth of a tail and wings, and re-sized for her new gender and size, with it's breast patches reading "U.S. Marines" over the left breast, and "Herrick" over the right. Resting on the lapels are Corporal rank tabs. The garrison cap, when worn on her head has had little alteration done, despite the changes. Right now she has a simple [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness] on to help her keep her pistol and knife close by, should there be a need for them, as well as a ammunition pouch and 'butt pack' for her IFAK. The knife sheath is attached to the front right shoulder strap, and her pistol in a holster hooked to the belt on her thigh. Attached to the rear suspender clasps is a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Improved_Load_Bearing_Equipment ILBE] pack nestled between her wings. Wrapped around her neck is a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemagh#Military_use Shemagh], this one white with a black net pattern upon it helping to conceal the neck of the bodysuit somewhat. 
Her weapons of choice are a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility], clasped in a sheath hooked to the right shoulder of the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness], the handle pointing straight down, and a [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/ZephyrLP2007A1E.png LP2007A1EC] in the holster strapped on her right thigh. 

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'''In Armor''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. She currently is wearing a sports bra, and a V-string thong. Recently she has taken to piercing her 'ears' with simple studs, as well as simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, but not be so overt to be a distraction. 
She is wearing her desert patterned [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MCCUU MCCUUs], as well as a suit of armour over her utilities, designed specifically with her form in mind, even accenting it in some cases. It's plates allow for her to still be able to move, while covering most of her body with metal. The way the plates are worked they snap together and over each other in an clean package, without forcing her to get into the armour awkwardly. It also seems to have several hidden internal compartments built into it, reducing the amount of clutter on her. There's still [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MOLLE MOLLE] straps to facilitate additional equipment. It has a decently sized power-pack made out of 4 laptop batteries, located on the rear section of the belt, underneath the wings, supplying power to the tablet on the inside of her right forearm, and to the compartments in her left leg plate and in the breastplate. She also has [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Improved_Load_Bearing_Equipment ILBE] pack on her back between her wings hooked into the armour. Wrapped around her neck, acting as a buffer between her neck scales and her armour, is her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemagh#Military_use Shemagh]. Atop her head is a USMC issue [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightweight_Helmet LWH], also in desert pattern. It has been altered slightly to account for the additions of horns atop her head, allowing them to stick out of the top. Attached to her right side on the armour is an IFAK kit, hooked onto the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MOLLE MOLLE] straps. 
Her weapons of choice are a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility], in a sheath hooked to the back of her armour above the power pack, the grip in easy reach of her left hand for quick swipes, a [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/ZephyrLP2007A1E.png LP2007A1EC] in the holster built directly into the right leg plate of her armour and a [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/M17CombatRifle.png M17 Combat Rifle w/Knight's Armament Company Masterkey] attached, hanging from a three point strap across her front, letting it be readily used in combat as needed without being in the way of anything else. 

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'''Civies''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her undergarments consist of a simple bra, and a V-string thong. Her 'ears' are pierced with simple studs, and there are a couple of simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, with the central set having a chain hanging between them connecting the horns together. 
She is wearing a pair of simple brown pants, the waistband having some extra cloth length in the rear so that she can slip her tail out without demolishing the rest of the materials. She wears a basic silver halter top, with a tie around the neck, to allow for easier wear with her wings. It doesn't quite reach all the way down to her pants, leaving her abdomen exposed, and as a consequence, a slight showing of the straps holding her panties in place. She has worn around her neck her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemagh#Military_use Shemagh], and is wearing her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness] for the ability for her to protect herself with her light weapons if need be, as well as carry her IFAK in the pouch on the rear belt section of the harness. 
Her weapons of choice are a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility], clasped in a sheath hooked to the right shoulder of the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness], the handle pointing straight down, and a [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/ZephyrLP2007A1E.png LP2007A1EC] in the holster strapped on her right thigh. 

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'''Formal Wear''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her undergarments consist of a plain strapless bra, and a V-string thong. Her 'ears' are pierced with simple studs, and there are a couple of simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, with of them having chains hanging between them connecting the horns together in an intricate pattern. 
She is currently wearing a cream coloured backless silk blouse with a powder blue subtle a-line skirt that appears to be made of a spandex/cotton blend, allowing it to stretch if need be, but still be somewhat elegant. She wears only the belt for her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness], having her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility] hooked upon it for protection. 

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'''Swimwear''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her 'ears' are pierced with simple studs, and there are a couple of simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, with the central set having a chain hanging between them connecting the horns together. 
Garbed in a simple blue bikini top, and blue swimming boy-shorts, she still has her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness] on, if only because she's not stupid to travel unarmed. She also is wearing her [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemagh#Military_use Shemagh] in a more scarf-like manner. 
Her weapons of choice are a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility], clasped in a sheath hooked to the right shoulder of the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness], the handle pointing straight down, and a [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/ZephyrLP2007A1E.png LP2007A1EC] in the holster strapped on her right thigh. 

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'''Sci-fi Bodysuit''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her 'ears' are pierced with simple studs, and there are a couple of simple metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, designed to accent her horns, with the central set having a chain hanging between them connecting the horns together. 
She's currently wearing a suit that's so skin-tight, it might as well be a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination, including her lack of undergarments. The material has a slight sheen to it, as it flexes and stretches with her every movement. It's silver hexagonal tiles are offset by a copper-toned trimming, alongside the porcelain tone plates and panels across the material at various points, such as covering the zipper, the wing slits and tail slot, as well as a mimicry of armour in the style of a bikini. A window in the shape of a v rests upon the apex of the breasts, revealing a generous view of the form beneath the suit. Though the neck is high on the suit, it's hidden under the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shemagh#Military_use Shemagh] she typically wears around her neck. 
Worn atop this suit is her typical [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-purpose_Lightweight_Individual_Carrying_Equipment ALICE harness], with it's thigh holster for her [http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y43/Lord_Gaylon/Weapons/ZephyrLP2007A1E.png LP2007A1EC], and knife sheath with [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ka-Bar USMC Knife, Fighting Utility] on her left shoulder. The more practical martial equip stands out starkly against against the very sci-fi look of the bodysuit. 

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'''"Display" Attire''' 
A soldier in stance and motions, her blue eyes never staying on any one thing long. Her dark scales are offset by the more silver ones along her underside scales. Standing at just under 8 feet tall, though were she to stretch fully and be measured from the top of her wings to the tip of her tail, she'd reach more of 10 feet, her body has grown to be a fine example of draconian power in a feminine humanoid form. Her bust is well sized, almost as large as a human head due to her own greater than normal size. Her 'ears' are pierced with a pair of fancy looking earrings, and there are several intricate metal rings that slide onto the horns atop her head, accenting and showing off her horns, with chains, beads and other assorted 'shinies' connecting the various rings. 
Rich silk the colour of storm tossed seas compliment the vibrant hue of her eyes, striations of smoky grey and faintly incandescent emerald emphasizing the sapphire shade of the material. Backless and secured behind the neck with a simple tie, the garment leaves little to the imagination. Extending down to cradle and support her breasts, a silver ring is set between them to secure the fabric and display a tantalizing amount of cleavage. The top extends down to the waist in an artistically sheer array, the stomach left completely bare as the cloth showcases the dragon's curvaceous form. Furthering the allure of the daring outfit, a simple silver chain rests low upon her shapely hips, to long strips of matching fabric secured to the metal to form a long skirt. While her modesty is maintained, if barely, the full length of her sculpted legs are put on display with each movement, As a final touch, a set of silver rings circle her wrists, ankles and tail, sapphire gems adorning the pieces and sparkling in any available light.

Buzamu/History

2015-11-27T16:10:17Z

Glein:

*Joined Marines - Age 18 [2002] 
*Assigned 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, stationed at Camp Pendleton, California [2002] 
[FIRST TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom [19 March, 2003-1 May 2003] 
*Participated in Second Battle of Fallujah [8 November 2004 - 23 December 2004] 
[END OF TOUR] 
 
[SECOND TOUR IN IRAQ] 
*Deployed to Iraq again during Operation Iraqi Freedom [August 2005 - April 2006] 
[END OF TOUR] 
*Assigned to Experimental USMC Company meant to handle unusual attack vectors [Issued early RSX temporary nanite inoculations], [June 2008] 
*Out in the California Desert when P-Day Happened. [August 2008] 
*Company turned mercenary as lack of communications between them and any higher authority failed. [December 2008] 
*Not all personnel used the issued inoculations as regularly as required. 
*Company reduced to under squad strength due to combat casualties and infection of personnel. [April 2013] 
*Used last daily inoculation. [April 2013] 
*Left remnants of company to seek alternative employment. [April 2013] 
*Hired onto Zephyr Inc. as a mercenary in order to fund more inoculations. [20 May 2013] 
*First hour in the field resulted in getting beaten by a lizard girl and first nanite mutation. [20 May 2013] 
*Lost malehood from Lizard Girl and turned female. [20 May 2013] 
*Poor encounter with a Shadow Dragon and was infected with form. [20 May 2013] 
*Moved to support RSX Team in Oregon, and was afflicted with Wolf Pack Mind infection, though countered by Fox Pack mind infection. [29 May 2013] 
*Provided field-tactical assistance to RSX concerning known Pack-Mind tactics during multiple briefings. [31 May/6 June 2013] 
*Involved in the Klamath Falls Pack Mind Incident. [10 June 2013] 
*Recruited into United States Hardline Active American Asset Reclamation Defense Department (U.S. H.A.A.A.R.D.D. Corps) [17 June 2013] 
*Participated in unexpected ambush of 'Greenskin' ambush force attempting to overtake a Zephyr Inc rig in Woodfield. [25 June 2013] 
*Aided in live capture of a Husky Prime Specimen alongside K&S Solutions. [28 June 2013] 
*Observed situation of attempted Feral riot and assault of Fairhaven Mall [30 June 2013] 
*Birthed first clutch of eggs (16 count) [18 July 2013] 
*Aided in rescue of 3 RSX Agents caught by 'Greenskin' force in Woodfield Docklands. [22 July 2013] 
*Took a leave of absence to reflect on herself [August 2013 - 15 December 2013] 
*Filed request for name change to Buzamu Herrick [19 December 2013] 
*Participated in Situation at Latex Factory [21 December 2013] 
*Aided in Pregnancy Testing at New Dawn Compound [21 December 2013] 
*Assisted in recovery of surviving Professor and recoverable books from Bozeman University area [23 December 2013] 
*Left Fairhaven Nanite Bubble for personal expedition. [18 August 2014] 
*Returned to Fairhaven Nanite Bubble. [26 November 2015] 
*Left US HAAARDD Corps due to defunt operational status. [27 November 2015]

Buzamu/Infobox

2015-11-27T16:05:10Z

Glein:

'''Group''': Unaffiliated 
'''Faction''': [[Survivalists (Faction)]] 
'''Mutations''':
*Head: [[Sexy Dragoness]] 
*Torso: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Arms: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Groin: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Ass: [[Sexy Dragoness]] 
*Legs: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Skin: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
'''Gender''': Female
*Mass Category: 7 [122 lb 12 oz - 227 lb 15 oz]
*Height Category: 7 [6'5" - 7'10"]
*Groin: 1 Arm deep cunt [Category 19]
*Breasts: 2 Hefty breasts [Category 8]

Buzamu/Infobox

2015-11-27T16:03:47Z

Glein:

'''Group''': Unaffiliated 
'''Faction''': [[Zephyr]] 
'''Mutations''':
*Head: [[Sexy Dragoness]] 
*Torso: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Arms: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Groin: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Ass: [[Sexy Dragoness]] 
*Legs: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
*Skin: [[Shadow Dragon]] 
'''Gender''': Female
*Mass Category: 7 [122 lb 12 oz - 227 lb 15 oz]
*Height Category: 7 [6'5" - 7'10"]
*Groin: 1 Arm deep cunt [Category 19]
*Breasts: 2 Hefty breasts [Category 8]

Buzamu/Contacts

2015-11-27T16:03:00Z

Glein:

{| align="center"
| '''Regular Contacts'''
* [[Edel]] - Good Friend, Equipment maker, and one of the first to assist after first week in Fairhaven
* [[Aliasi]] - Friend, and additional skills training aide.
* [[Jian]] - Friend and daughter of Edel
* [[Rorne]] - Ally, scientist, and comrade in arms.
* [[Jenneau]] - RSX Combat Operative, and decent battle buddy.
* [[Morten]] - Slightly cowardly, but determined to help.
* [[Saviante]] - Good friend.
* [[Arano]] - Former Army Specialist, now a contractor, and proving to be a pretty good friend. Even after being feral for 5 years.
* [[Kiro]] - Generally a unhappy fellow. Then again, he seemed to have suckered me into his harem, so we'll see how things go.
|}

San Diego Act I.B - Scavanging Troubles - RPLOG

2014-04-28T04:38:29Z

Glein: Created page with "=Participants= * Angus * Buzamu * Edel * Laurie * Locke * Rev * Saviante =Date= 27/4/2014 =Log= <div></div> Two of hte Marines jerked, aimi..."

User:Glein

2014-04-13T07:14:01Z

Glein:

[[File:Glein09-01-2012.png|400px|thumb|left|Glein as of September 2012, Taken by friend in Beaverton, Oregon]]American 23 year old male, living in Portland Oregon.

Seperated USAF A1C, unemployed, and slightly insane! But not too much so. Just the right kind of insane to be good at Roleplaying!

Character list 
*[[Buzamu]] - Primary
*[[Marson]] - Feral Alt

User:Glein

2014-03-19T08:41:24Z

Glein:

[[File:Glein09-01-2012.png|400px|thumb|left|Glein as of September 2012, Taken by friend in Beaverton, Oregon]]American 23 year old male, living in Portland Oregon.

Character list 
*[[Buzamu]] - Primary
*[[Marson]] - Feral Alt

File:Glein09-01-2012.png

2014-03-19T08:38:59Z

Glein:

File:Medusa LLDR.png

2014-01-25T06:08:39Z

Glein:

Concept Idea for a generic [[Targeting Device]]
[[Category:FanArt]]

Buzamu/Contacts

2014-01-08T00:31:08Z

Glein:

{| align="center"
| '''Regular Contacts'''
* [[Edel]] - Good Friend, Equipment maker, and one of the first to assist after first week in Fairhaven
* [[Aliasi]] - Friend, and additional skills training aide.
* [[Jian]] - Friend and daughter of Edel
* [[Rorne]] - Ally, scientist, and comrade in arms.
* [[Jenneau]] - RSX Combat Operative, and decent battle buddy.
* [[Morten]] - Slightly cowardly, but determined to help.
* [[Cerris]] - CO of United States Hardline Active American Asset Reclamation Defense Department (U.S. H.A.A.A.R.D.D. Corps), Commanding Officer.
* [[Saviante]] - Assigned Battle Buddy for Patrols, US HARD CORPS member.
* [[Arano]] - Former Army Specialist, now a contractor, and proving to be a pretty good friend. Even after being feral for 5 years.
* [[Kiro]] - Generally a unhappy fellow. Then again, he seemed to have suckered me into his harem, so we'll see how things go.
|}

Prime Specimen Attracting Station/Extra Notes

2014-01-06T01:37:39Z

Glein: Created page with "Glein]]"

File:PSAS.PNG

2014-01-06T01:37:28Z

Glein:

Concept image for [[Prime Specimen Attracting Station|PSAS]] when deployed.
[[Category:FanArt]]

File:PSAS.PNG

2014-01-06T01:35:51Z

Glein:

Concept image for PSAS when deployed.
[[Category:FanArt]]

File:PSAS.PNG

2014-01-06T01:33:58Z

Glein: Concept image for PSAS when deployed.

Concept image for PSAS when deployed.