View source for Tahoe Wolf Convoy - RPLOG

=Participants=
* [[Arris]]
* [[Deshwitat]]
* [[Ebreus]]
* [[Kalsouthpaw]]
* [[Lythe]]
* [[Magnus]]
* [[Zophah]]
=Date=
Saturday June  1, 2019=Log=
<div></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Three jeeps are quickly being supplied at the RSX Headquarters, operatives running around to quickly prepare a vehicle assult. News has gone out for field agents of the three factions, and time is of the essence. Confirmed intel has shown that the group known as the Children of Tahoe have actually captured a Packmind wolf from Oregon, and it is everyone&#39;s plan to intercept the Tahoe convoy. A thin fog hangs in the air around Fairhaven, hopefully not a foreboding sign for things to come. black bunny girl with close-in combat gear stands impatient near the back, watching for agents to arrive.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Nice wheels!&quot; a voice rings out, an energetic fennec standing atop one of the jeeps would be wagging his tail. he was laying atop the roof of one of the vehicles in the stereotypical &#39;draw me like one of your french girls&#39; pose. &quot;Don&#39;t lose your cool now, I&#39;m with the team! You lot need to keep your eyes open more, though! I practically waltzed in undetected!&quot; he&#39;d laugh as he likely grabs the attention of the soldiers preparing for the assault. Hopping off of the jeep, he&#39;d move in and grab the bunny girl&#39;s hand giving it a firm handshake. &quot;Heya good lookin! What&#39;s cookin&#39;? We ready to cause some chaos?&quot; his brows waggle, vibrant yet mischievous smile ever-present on those foxy lips of his.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>The Packminds and the Children of Tahoe... the two greatest dangers to life as we know it in Ebreus&#39; consideration. The two of them together is important not to respond to the call for agents and so the Hellhound finds himself swooping to a jogging landing, fully clad in his combat gear and toting his usual array of weapons, just outside RSX headquarters. Bounding into the jeep area, &quot;Came as quickly as I could.&quot; he says. Spying Magnus he smiles a bit, &quot;Glad to see you here. We&#39;ll need all the capable field agents we can get.&quot;</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris approaches the RSX building on foot, triple-checking her gear as she approaches. She&#39;s loaded her AW magazines full, six magnum bullets have been pushed into the cylinder of her revolver, and her offhand pistol has been fully loaded with liquid bandage &quot;paint&quot; balls. As she approaches the trucks, stopping at Magnus&#39; side, she gives Luna a formal nod. The gator&#39;s heard of her a couple of times, and spotted her infrequently at her friends&#39; place, but never really had much of a connection outside of simple work. &quot;Y&#39;know, I&#39;d comment on the weather to break the ice, but I think we&#39;re all thinking the same thing. Fog&#39;s eerily foreboding, knowing what we&#39;re getting into.&quot; </p>
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<p>The fennec to her right gets a discreet pat on his butt before the gator slides away, attempting to hide her grin.</p></div><div title="Deshwitat"><p>A human with multiple and massvie bits, a huge pair of bat like wings are competing with space on hir back with mass of tentacles that weaving out from hir lower back. Shi is  dressed with what still appears to be still starting equipment. Hir dicks are ram rod hard are leaking pre which is  hiking up hir checked skirt. The armor shi wears is dripping consistently with milk. Shi is quickly waddling around taking inventory and loading equipment. Hir plethora of tentacles picking up boxes of ammo cans and medical supplies before depositing them in the trunk of the SUV&#39;s. Shi looks up when shi hears the other agents bantering with each other. Shi says rather perturbedly, &quot;Come on stop your yapping and help me finish loading up so we can go. We&#39;re on a time table here.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kal hums his way along the path to the RSX building, looking entirely out of place dressed in his getup. Yellow robes drape down his shoulders like a duster, his tail flicking to and fro behind. A glittering blue crystal adorns a necklace draping down his chest. He even had the bright light of the Promethean Way gleaming from the top of his head. The strange critter hopes on through into the gathering convoy with a broad grin and an excited wave. &quot;Yay, adventure!&quot; He cheers, paws high in the air. His robes certainly seemed to have some unusual contours underneath, some additional belongings and gear strapped on away from view. He had to keep up his looks as a performer, after all! He gives a bouncy wave to Luna, to Arris, to Ebreus and the human with a little -too- much energy.</p></div><div title="Lythe"><p>Lythe huffs and crests the hill, walking forward to the end of the street where the jeeps are prepped to load.  Looks like she&#39;s one of the last to join.  Wreathed in fire, she&#39;s wearing nothing but a utility belt and her RSX tag.  Long legs carry the large fire elemental towards the bunny dressed in camo.  It&#39;s been too long since she&#39;s fought and she was already feeling the itch for some hard action.  Feeling the rage build as the moment starts to take her, the light she eminates reflecting that.  She nods and falls in, &quot;RSX agent Lythe reporting in.&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>The black rabbit girl is startled to see Magnus appear from nowhere, almost looking like she was about to punch him before calming down. As everyone else gathers she looks &#39;slightly amused&#39; at the various agents but quickly gets to buisness. &quot;Hi Arris, Ebreus, Magnus. And for those who I haven&#39;t met, I&#39;m Luna: a former Child of Tahoe, so I&#39;m going to help these guys...&quot; she jestures to the operatives &quot;...take down a convoy. Everyone geared up? We got to act fast.&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Fast is what I do.&quot; the fox winks as he steps away to look at the various jeeps. &quot;I like these. Wish I had one of my own, or several. Racing would kick so much ass.&quot; Speaking of ass, he&#39;d quite easily feel the slap to his own, and cast Arris a sideways, albeit legitimately amused glance. Hopping onto the bonnet of one of the three jeeps, the fox pulls it up and whistles sharply. &quot;You guys spared no expense, this looks almost NEW! Oh wow!&quot; he&#39;d then slam shut the bonney and sit on the roof of the jeep, casting each and every agent a nod and a wink. &quot;Lads! We&#39;re going to be doing some exciting shit today! Clench your buttcheeks because it&#39;s ADVENTURE TIME!&quot; He could almost hear the theme song playing in the background.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus pops a few joints as Luna asks if they&#39;re ready, &quot;As ready as is possible... guns, explosives, nanomagic... vivid memories of the last time I was in their fog.&quot; he says and takes a breath. He climbs aboard one of the jeeps and says, &quot;I sincerely hope everyone here has at least read the debriefings from prior engagements with the CoT. These guys are not to be taken lightly.&quot; he says, a moment later adding, &quot;And please tell me someone has Anti-Nanomagic.&quot;</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>&quot;Yup, I&#39;m locked and loaded and ready to roll.&quot; Arris loads a magazine into her rifle before taking a glance over to the walking set of genitals that was Deshwitat. &quot;...and, I can see that one of us is putting on their &#39;Sunday best&#39; for the Tahoers.&quot; She snerks lightly to herself as she pads over to the trucks, boots hitting its bed as she lets her sniper rifle rest against its side and zips up her jacket. &quot;No Anti-Nanomagic on my part, chief. I&#39;ve wanted to get into it for a while, but I keep putting it off.&quot;</p></div><div title="Deshwitat"><p>Deshwitat gives a nod to all of the agents that showed up. &quot;The names Deshwitat Rudbich you can just call me Desh if it&#39;s easier for you to remember. Well it seems like I&#39;m the medic of this mission. That is if you don&#39;t mind getting sticky and wet with the quick healing or I can always the old school method.&quot; as shi shi picks up the edges of hir skirt, hir tentalces fanning out behind hir as gives a curtsy. Shi gives a smart salute to Luna, &quot;Loaded and ready to roll out. Shi turns to look at Eberus and shakes hir head, &quot;Nope not currently in my repertoire yet.&quot;</p></div><div title="Lythe"><p>Lythe nods and taps her nails on her brightly lit thigh, ready to get started.  She slings one of the rifles she borrowed from her mom, just in case it got ranged.  Getting down into a crouching position, she smiles as she listens to the other agents.  &quot;Ready and willing, let&#39;s take these freaks down,&quot; she smiles and pumps her fist at Magnus&#39;s call to action, &quot;Let&#39;s kick some tail!&quot;  Shaking her head at Ebreus, &quot;Just strength and thermal.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>&quot;You&#39;ve got the right idea, foxy!&quot; Kal shouts up to Ebreus, quickly bounding onto the jeep the speed-crazed fox. &quot;Gear up? Oh yeah, totally! I&#39;m Kal, by the way,&quot; he remarks, finally giving his name to those gathered, giving a happy nod to the black rabbit girl. To Ebreus, he offers up a mischievous grin even more than before, if that was possible! &quot;Anti-Nanomagic? Never heard of it!~&quot; The strange blue critter gives a quick nod over to Desh, offering a thumbs-up - and a quick peek downward at those curtsying tendrils beneath. &quot;Nice to meet ya, Desh! I won&#39;t mind the grabbies if you&#39;re fine with my sparkies!~&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>With everyone set, RSX and the agents load up into the jeeps and set out for their destination. It takes hours to reach an intercept point for the operation, coming to a stop in the middle of a highway. The silence beyond the sound of the jeeps is deafening, a lifeless stretch of road with nothing in either direction for miles. One of the operatives takes out binoculars and looks down the north-west stretch of road, yelling out &quot;Get ready, the convoy is about two mikes out!&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;SHOTGUN!&quot; the fox calls out and swings through the window to plop his ass down next to... some random driver boye. &quot;NEVERMIND!&quot; he&#39;d handflail and wiggle his way back to take a seat next to Luna. Why did he do this? Because why the heck not. She was someone new and someone cute at that, so why not go for meeting someone new, even IF she looked like she had naught but disdain for him. The fox pulls out his MP3 player and a pair of headphones, then places them over his ears and gives the bunny a nudge. &quot;You like tunes? What kinda tunes do ya like? Pop, Jazz, Rock, Techno, Synth, House, Dance, HipHop, Reggae, Classical so-and-so on?&quot; He&#39;d spend the duration of the journey trying to socialize while listening to music. Once the call comes out however, he may have misheard something as what leaves his muzzle is &quot;Who&#39;s Mike, and Mike?&quot; The fennec then removes his earphones and peers out the jeep window, his tongue lolling out and flopping in the wind as the air rushes past him, his tail wagging behind him in the jeep itself. Reaching into his pack, he&#39;d pluck out a pair of binoculars and take a big&#39;ol squint at the oncoming scene. &quot;I spy with my little eye... a big&#39;ol army jeep with a mounted machine gun on it. Looks like an MG-08 but I might be wrong on that one!&quot; he&#39;d shrug &quot;There&#39;s a big&#39;ol trailer too with a buncha crates on it, and the truck over there, we can all see it I think! Anyway, it looks clear of hostiles but if it&#39;s one thing being out here has taught me, it&#39;s that everything smells like a trap.&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>((Apologies, snip the last pose out.)) </p>
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<p> &quot;SHOTGUN!&quot; the fox calls out and swings through the window to plop his ass down next to... some random driver boye. &quot;NEVERMIND!&quot; he&#39;d handflail and wiggle his way back to take a seat next to Luna. Why did he do this? Because why the heck not. She was someone new and someone cute at that, so why not go for meeting someone new, even IF she looked like she had naught but disdain for him. The fox pulls out his MP3 player and a pair of headphones, then places them over his ears and gives the bunny a nudge. &quot;You like tunes? What kinda tunes do ya like? Pop, Jazz, Rock, Techno, Synth, House, Dance, HipHop, Reggae, Classical so-and-so on?&quot; </p>
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<p>He&#39;d spend the duration of the journey trying to socialize while listening to music. Once the call comes out however, he may have misheard something as what leaves his muzzle is &quot;Who&#39;s Mike, and Mike?&quot; The fennec then removes his earphones and peers out the jeep window, his tongue lolling out and flopping in the wind as the air rushes past him, his tail wagging behind him in the jeep itself. That is at least until they come to a halt... Reaching into his pack, he&#39;d pluck out a pair of binoculars and take a big&#39;ol squint at the oncoming envoy. &quot;I spy with my little eye... a big&#39;ol army jeep with a mounted machine gun on it. Looks like an MG-08 but I might be wrong on that one!&quot; he&#39;d shrug &quot;There&#39;s a big&#39;ol trailer too with a buncha crates on it, and the truck over there, we can all see it I think! Anyway, I&#39;d best go hide if we&#39;re gonna be intercepting these goons!&quot; With that, the fennec hops out of the jeep and moves under it, hiding beneath the vehicle to keep himself out of sight.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus hums when it seems that the new faces don&#39;t know what they&#39;re getting into. &quot;The Children have a nanite-fog. The thing is a weapon, causes you to hallucinate, try to stay calm and think rationally if they use it on you. As for the packmind... it should be in a cage if the CoT have caught it and if you value your life you&#39;ll keep extremities away from its cage.&quot; he says. Fair warning about the dangers given the Hellhound spends the rest of the ride checking and double checking his equipment... gasmask, shotgun, spare shotgun, grenades, pistol in case of double shotgun failure.... and more. </p>
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<p>Arriving at the strike point Ebreus climbs out of the jeep he was in and takes up position with the jeep between him and the approaching CoT forces, making sure not to be standing too near the gas tank... knowing the CoT rifles can punch through damn near anything. Hearing Magnus&#39; briefing he levels his grand scattergun in the direction of the convoy and unbuckling his grenade pouch.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris jumps out of the truck when she hears the call that the enemy is approaching. Running to take cover behind one of the nearby hills, she goes prone at the top before pulling out her sniper rifle to get a better look ahead. &quot;I see a machine gun on the front jeep, but can&#39;t say anything about anyone else sitting in the convoy. Stay sharp, everyone.&quot; Her finger rests on the trigger guard, waiting for an order to start firing before she makes any motion to do so. &quot;If anyone has it, regulation nanomagic would be sorely appreciated.&quot;</p></div><div title="Deshwitat"><p>Deshwitat climbs into the front passenger seat of the 2nd Jeep sticking hir glut of dicks out the sun roof. So over the hir comm unit shi asks during the ride out, &quot;So I never got everyones name and what are your specialities?&quot; Deshwitat visibly looks miserable as shi leaves the bubble. When they stop at thier desination. Shi climbs out of the jeep rather slowly when the call comes out that thier target is coming. Shi closes hir eyes, makes a couple of archaic hand symbols and mutters under hir breath. Shi open hir eyes and put both hands forward. A little Will o&#39; Wisp comes into being as well as a huge glowing bear.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw breaks into song as they drive off, claws tapping in the air, leaving tiny sparking motes with each poke in the process. He continued this bubbly, raspy tenor of a song for the whole ride there, trying to keep folks morale up.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Once the group landed at the now silent highway, he quiets himself down - still beaming with enthusiasm despite the talk of strange hallucinogenic fog. &quot;Oh, so they have their own magic too! It&#39;ll be like a competition!&quot; He says cheerfully. The moment talk of an approaching convoy reaches his ears, the strange critter scampers a fair distance away from the jeeps, drops down prone, and flicks his claws about...and suddenly, what was once a bright blue critter in vivid yellow robes seems to vanish amongst the hills.</p></div><div title="Lythe"><p>Lythe hops into the back of one of the jeeps.  She looks for a place where her body won&#39;t singe someone else.  Travelling down the road, she keeps a ready eye as things pass.  As they move out of the city proper, she starts feeling lethargic as we move out of bubble.  Being without nanites is a concept foreign and unsettling to Lythe, having been born at RSX.  Still determined to kick ass, she scans the horizon looking where the agent with the binoculars called.  Looking over the others, &quot;Strategy?  Take out the tires?  Lay an ambush.&quot;  She look at the jeeps set blocking the road.  Nods and smiles at Deshwitat, &quot;I&#39;m best up close and personal.&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>As agents and operatives alike ready for a confrontation, the Tahoe convoy aproaches. Surprisingly the convoy slows down, eventually coming to a halt about 60ft away from the jeeps. With the convoy&#39;s machine gun pointed at the RSX and the RSX pointing their guns at the convoy, A winged humanoid in power armor and holding what looks like a lange laser rifle gets out of the semitrailer&#39;s passenger seat. With no other sound but the many engines surrounding them, the winged man walks forward to stand in full view. &quot;Attention RSX! You are currently in the way of our return to Tahoe. Please move your vehicles aside so that we may progress. If you chose to side with Zephyr we will be forced to open fire.&quot; </p>
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<p>That&#39;s when Luna speaks up, yelling back: &quot;You know we don&#39;t want a fight, Angel. Carson&#39;s plans will lead to Tahoe&#39;s doom. If RSX gets ahold of the packmind subjects instead it wil be better for the future.&quot; The winged man know identified as Angel doesn&#39;t reply, only standing still.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The fox was fast, a visual blur even, able to trick the impossible eye of the strange winged man, he&#39;d duck in and out of sight so quickly he scarcely even registers doing so himself. Hiding behind the jeep with the mounted machine gun, the fox need only reach out and pluck a round from it, then twist it in backwards ensuring the mechanism jams the instant the bloody thing is fired. Following up, the fox then ducks under their jeep and sets his sight on this Angel person. Retrieving some garrote wire from his pack, he could see himself moving in to trip that fucker over, oh the hilarity... but some risks simply were not worth it. With a lot of pain in his eyes, he&#39;d put the wire away and stay hidden for now... waiting patiently as he subtly sends a message via the comm line to his team, text only reading &quot;I jammed their mounted gun, hiding under their jeep.&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus growls lightly as Angel steps out of the truck. Infernal fire licks the ground around Ebreus as he keeps his aim clear on Angel. He takes a breath and replies to Magnus&#39; comm with text of his own, &quot;Can you ignite their gas tank?&quot; The message sent he then peeks out from behind the jeep, &quot;I seem to recall the you lot wanting us to stay away from Tahoe. Fair enough if you&#39;re keepin&#39; to yourselves but now you&#39;ve come to fairly well-established RSX territory and take something that&#39;s not yours. Aren&#39;t you going to at least offer some form of payment for it?&quot; he says.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus growls lightly as Angel steps out of the truck. Infernal fire licks the ground around Ebreus as he keeps his aim clear on Angel. He takes a breath and replies to Magnus&#39; comm with text of his own, &quot;Can you ignite their gas tank?&quot; Creating a bubble from his NICE as the message is sent he then peeks out from behind the jeep, &quot;I seem to recall the you lot wanting us to stay away from Tahoe. Fair enough if you&#39;re keepin&#39; to yourselves but now you&#39;ve come to fairly well-established RSX territory and take something that&#39;s not yours. Aren&#39;t you going to at least offer some form of payment for it?&quot; he says.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris keeps her sniper rifle focused, crosshairs navigating over to the person standing behind the machine gun. She stays quiet, though a sideways glance is casted towards the rest of the squad. Her hope was that Luna was able to negotiate a peaceful agreement to let the packmind go; killing was something she preferred to keep as a last resort. Recalling their previous outings in the past, she could only wish the people on the trucks wouldn&#39;t flub with using their silver tongues and sharp wits today... and speaking of the them, where the hell did Magnus go? The comm message comes practically on queue, and the gator re-aims her rifle accordingly.</p></div><div title="Deshwitat"><p>Deshwitat hunkers down behind one of the jeeps taking cover before looking down at the read out on the back of hir laser pistol checking out it&#39;s charge. The luminous bear trots into the middle of the road before sitting there creating another barricade. Deshwitat calls out from behind the jeep, &quot;Well I think we have you out numbered. We don&#39;t want any unnessary violence. You should just hand over the Packmind. It&#39;s more than you can handle.&quot; as the in the middle of the road scratches the back of his ear and yawns.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw concentrates within the confines of his camouflage, having to really focus as he splits his attentions. He slowly brings forth an image of himself just a few feet to the right of where he was actually hidden, making the illusion seem like he is standing up from being prone. The telltale bulb of his Promethean helmet even blinks to life. Using some practiced performance tactics, the blue critter throws his voice with some ventriloquism, trying to match his words with his illusory duplicate&#39;s mouth movements.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>&quot;I&#39;ll admit I don&#39;t know a whole lot about you or Tahoe, but I&#39;ve heard the spooky stories about the Packminds. They&#39;re bad news, even for us Prometheans. Making sure these guys are properly contained is super important, and RSX has a really good setup. You&#39;re clearly some good people, and I don&#39;t want anyone of you getting hurt due to a breach.&quot;</p></div>