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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking out loud after a moment scanning the street, she purrs &amp;amp;quot;I hope this one is okay.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro jumps down from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back without waiting for her to land.  Shi fires off a few half-hearted potshots with hir pistol at the fleeing latex foxes, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really bother to put any effort in.  After all, they&amp;amp;#39;re already fleeing. &amp;amp;quot;Looks like somebody decided to turn a turf war between ferals into property damage,&amp;amp;quot;  the little mouse comments in response to Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s query.  &amp;amp;quot;Dunno for sure, me an&amp;amp;#39; Nisha just got here as things started to go boom.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia considered her job well done. She&amp;amp;#39;ve stick by her man and made sure he is well, the bell is quite and the theretory is safe. Helping him build the baricades was still not an option, cleaning up also was out of the question. She just stood there like and armored guardian that she was. Eyes narroed, lookin south. Well for the most part. The gun Fork have given her did have nice finish and she was rather distraced by the way it shined in the light of the flashlight.. Or the lamp post that her man got working through the power of nanite magic! For a moment there she though she saw a baby bunny... But dismissed it as an apparition... &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron looks around to see if there are any stragglers looking for a fight. He then lowers his sword and looks around at all the people here. &amp;amp;quot;So Aaron, what are your orders?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron manages to do some basic first aid on the wolf, who looks up at her and pulls his teeth back in a low, hostile growl. This prompts Aaron to pin her ears back and give a similar growl...and then the scene dissolves into the wolf beast laughing and Aaron giving him a hug. &amp;amp;quot;Okay. Those latex foxes are assholes and I&amp;amp;#39;ll deal with them later, but these wolves are our allies. Stand down. What I want to know is, who did this? No way those foxes could do this much damage.&amp;amp;quot; When Loveblade gets close enough, she glances at Tyron and notes, &amp;amp;quot;Good question.&amp;amp;quot; before she asks the dragoness, &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re my surveillance. Exactly what happened? What caused the explosions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha watches Jaro firing at the foxes, but has nothing to do so herself with, so she simply stands and waits for a sitrep or orders. She arches an eyebrow at the hug between the injured wolf and Aaron, then puts her hands on her hips as she looks around at the damages to the area. &amp;amp;quot;We just came when we heard the bell.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she looks back down at Aaron. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve got some notes from the north area here,&amp;amp;quot; She pulls out her notepad and waves it around for a second before stowing it again. &amp;amp;quot;What should we be doing now?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Thelfox sees the wolf lighten up, he lowers his flamethrower, gets less aggressive. Relaxes, even... &amp;amp;quot;Heh, would&amp;amp;#39;ve been nice to know we had a team of wolves out here... Anyway...&amp;amp;quot; Thel glances to the restaurant; peers... &amp;amp;quot;Any food in there? I haven&amp;amp;#39;t eaten all day.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara begins walking around, re-inspecting the outer booths of the restaurant. &amp;amp;quot;I didn&amp;amp;#39;t know anything about the explosions &amp;amp;#39;till they were happening; scared the living hell out of me. I&amp;amp;#39;m lucky /I/ didn&amp;amp;#39;t get hit my shrapnel, let alone Vaeri or those in the mob.&amp;amp;quot; she says, sighing again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris rounds the corner, a look of pure glee on his face! Then his face falls in disappointment. There are no monsters. There are no ghosts. There are no angry gods or cultists or runaway machines or surprisingly delicious dinners. &amp;amp;quot;I guess there isn&amp;amp;#39;t any excitement after all,&amp;amp;quot; he says sadly, then perks up, &amp;amp;quot;You think I can come stay at the Teanuki tonight, Miss Edel?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, changing the subject completely, &amp;amp;quot;Only some plum wine and a soak in the hotsprings would be nice after all this wandering around.&amp;amp;quot; Seems like the burly tanuki has written this job off as finished.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one ahead of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she bows her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff:nods and begins a thorough search of the opened room, leaving no stone unturned amd no box closed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel tilts her head at Fenris&amp;amp;#39; sudden question, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t reject it. &amp;amp;quot;Ah, you certainly may. I am not going home yet, but you know the way, yes? My daughters will be there to get you tended to. They can get the wine and show you to the hotsprings. And to a guest room at the end, if I&amp;amp;#39;m not back by then,&amp;amp;quot; she says, glancing back towards the Zephyr building. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I ought to return then and seek another partner. Pity.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron looked about curiously, figuring she could do some assessment while the bunny was figuring out what happened. She looked over the walls and ceiling, taking note of what was still good and what needed to be repaired. &amp;amp;quot;I have some jerky in my pack Thel if you want some.&amp;amp;quot; She then tossed him her pack.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs &amp;amp;quot;I wasn&amp;amp;#39;t the one who caused the explosions either and we were both inside, so no idea who caused them, all I know is that whoever caused them should really try and hold back next time...since we are trying to fix this place up if I&amp;amp;#39;m not mistaken&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb continues on his search. Eventually, he settled down and just sort of followed Parthy&amp;amp;#39;s lead. &amp;amp;quot;... You see something? You look tired.&amp;amp;quot; He said, becoming paranoid in a hurry. &amp;amp;quot;Seems like the street&amp;amp;#39;s getting close to secured. If not already there. You think there&amp;amp;#39;s anything else we need to do, Parthy?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro +pjvote aaron&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger as I had received no reply but had standing orders to do. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one into the middle of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she growls a bit, bowing her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love calmly waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Ahh, friendly fire and close encounters with explosives.  Not things I&amp;amp;#39;d missed,&amp;amp;quot; Jaro mutters to hirself, as shi trots off a few yards in the direction the foxes retreated.  There&amp;amp;#39;s still work to be done, after all, and &amp;amp;#39;experts&amp;amp;#39; to be guarded.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia didn&amp;amp;#39;t look tired, not in the list! All she did is walk around looking angry, kicked some doors down and aimed her gun in the empty rooms while the poor buy was building barikades! &amp;amp;quot;No-no. The coast is clear. And you know what. This shit hole of a street looks much better then it used to.&amp;amp;quot; She offers a highfive and once it was recieved she pats Fork on the shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Good job today! Maybe we should hang out one day.&amp;amp;quot; She sugges with a nudge. &amp;amp;quot;Now you need to go report back to Aaron, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll go report back to Zephyr.&amp;amp;quot; With that she throws the gun over her shoulder and walks off!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron shakes his head. &amp;amp;quot;I am not sure.&amp;amp;quot; He then hears Love&amp;amp;#39;s story and says &amp;amp;quot;You did not know and it seems that the wolfs are going to make it.&amp;amp;quot; He then sees that things are wrapping up and says &amp;amp;quot;It has been a blast working with you all. I hope that we can work togethe or at least talk again in the future.&amp;amp;quot; He then deactivates his drone and walks back to zephyr after waving to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking out loud after a moment scanning the street, she purrs &amp;amp;quot;I hope this one is okay.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro jumps down from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back without waiting for her to land.  Shi fires off a few half-hearted potshots with hir pistol at the fleeing latex foxes, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really bother to put any effort in.  After all, they&amp;amp;#39;re already fleeing. &amp;amp;quot;Looks like somebody decided to turn a turf war between ferals into property damage,&amp;amp;quot;  the little mouse comments in response to Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s query.  &amp;amp;quot;Dunno for sure, me an&amp;amp;#39; Nisha just got here as things started to go boom.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia considered her job well done. She&amp;amp;#39;ve stick by her man and made sure he is well, the bell is quite and the theretory is safe. Helping him build the baricades was still not an option, cleaning up also was out of the question. She just stood there like and armored guardian that she was. Eyes narroed, lookin south. Well for the most part. The gun Fork have given her did have nice finish and she was rather distraced by the way it shined in the light of the flashlight.. Or the lamp post that her man got working through the power of nanite magic! For a moment there she though she saw a baby bunny... But dismissed it as an apparition... &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron looks around to see if there are any stragglers looking for a fight. He then lowers his sword and looks around at all the people here. &amp;amp;quot;So Aaron, what are your orders?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron manages to do some basic first aid on the wolf, who looks up at her and pulls his teeth back in a low, hostile growl. This prompts Aaron to pin her ears back and give a similar growl...and then the scene dissolves into the wolf beast laughing and Aaron giving him a hug. &amp;amp;quot;Okay. Those latex foxes are assholes and I&amp;amp;#39;ll deal with them later, but these wolves are our allies. Stand down. What I want to know is, who did this? No way those foxes could do this much damage.&amp;amp;quot; When Loveblade gets close enough, she glances at Tyron and notes, &amp;amp;quot;Good question.&amp;amp;quot; before she asks the dragoness, &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re my surveillance. Exactly what happened? What caused the explosions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha watches Jaro firing at the foxes, but has nothing to do so herself with, so she simply stands and waits for a sitrep or orders. She arches an eyebrow at the hug between the injured wolf and Aaron, then puts her hands on her hips as she looks around at the damages to the area. &amp;amp;quot;We just came when we heard the bell.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she looks back down at Aaron. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve got some notes from the north area here,&amp;amp;quot; She pulls out her notepad and waves it around for a second before stowing it again. &amp;amp;quot;What should we be doing now?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Thelfox sees the wolf lighten up, he lowers his flamethrower, gets less aggressive. Relaxes, even... &amp;amp;quot;Heh, would&amp;amp;#39;ve been nice to know we had a team of wolves out here... Anyway...&amp;amp;quot; Thel glances to the restaurant; peers... &amp;amp;quot;Any food in there? I haven&amp;amp;#39;t eaten all day.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara begins walking around, re-inspecting the outer booths of the restaurant. &amp;amp;quot;I didn&amp;amp;#39;t know anything about the explosions &amp;amp;#39;till they were happening; scared the living hell out of me. I&amp;amp;#39;m lucky /I/ didn&amp;amp;#39;t get hit my shrapnel, let alone Vaeri or those in the mob.&amp;amp;quot; she says, sighing again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris rounds the corner, a look of pure glee on his face! Then his face falls in disappointment. There are no monsters. There are no ghosts. There are no angry gods or cultists or runaway machines or surprisingly delicious dinners. &amp;amp;quot;I guess there isn&amp;amp;#39;t any excitement after all,&amp;amp;quot; he says sadly, then perks up, &amp;amp;quot;You think I can come stay at the Teanuki tonight, Miss Edel?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, changing the subject completely, &amp;amp;quot;Only some plum wine and a soak in the hotsprings would be nice after all this wandering around.&amp;amp;quot; Seems like the burly tanuki has written this job off as finished.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one ahead of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she bows her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff:nods and begins a thorough search of the opened room, leaving no stone unturned amd no box closed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel tilts her head at Fenris&amp;amp;#39; sudden question, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t reject it. &amp;amp;quot;Ah, you certainly may. I am not going home yet, but you know the way, yes? My daughters will be there to get you tended to. They can get the wine and show you to the hotsprings. And to a guest room at the end, if I&amp;amp;#39;m not back by then,&amp;amp;quot; she says, glancing back towards the Zephyr building. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I ought to return then and seek another partner. Pity.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron looked about curiously, figuring she could do some assessment while the bunny was figuring out what happened. She looked over the walls and ceiling, taking note of what was still good and what needed to be repaired. &amp;amp;quot;I have some jerky in my pack Thel if you want some.&amp;amp;quot; She then tossed him her pack.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs &amp;amp;quot;I wasn&amp;amp;#39;t the one who caused the explosions either and we were both inside, so no idea who caused them, all I know is that whoever caused them should really try and hold back next time...since we are trying to fix this place up if I&amp;amp;#39;m not mistaken&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb continues on his search. Eventually, he settled down and just sort of followed Parthy&amp;amp;#39;s lead. &amp;amp;quot;... You see something? You look tired.&amp;amp;quot; He said, becoming paranoid in a hurry. &amp;amp;quot;Seems like the street&amp;amp;#39;s getting close to secured. If not already there. You think there&amp;amp;#39;s anything else we need to do, Parthy?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro +pjvote aaron&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger as I had received no reply but had standing orders to do. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one into the middle of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she growls a bit, bowing her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love calmly waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Ahh, friendly fire and close encounters with explosives.  Not things I&amp;amp;#39;d missed,&amp;amp;quot; Jaro mutters to hirself, as shi trots off a few yards in the direction the foxes retreated.  There&amp;amp;#39;s still work to be done, after all, and &amp;amp;#39;experts&amp;amp;#39; to be guarded.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia didn&amp;amp;#39;t look tired, not in the list! All she did is walk around looking angry, kicked some doors down and aimed her gun in the empty rooms while the poor buy was building barikades! &amp;amp;quot;No-no. The coast is clear. And you know what. This shit hole of a street looks much better then it used to.&amp;amp;quot; She offers a highfive and once it was recieved she pats Fork on the shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Good job today! Maybe we should hang out one day.&amp;amp;quot; She sugges with a nudge. &amp;amp;quot;Now you need to go report back to Aaron, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll go report back to Zephyr.&amp;amp;quot; With that she throws the gun over her shoulder and walks off!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron shakes his head. &amp;amp;quot;I am not sure.&amp;amp;quot; He then hears Love&amp;amp;#39;s story and says &amp;amp;quot;You did not know and it seems that the wolfs are going to make it.&amp;amp;quot; He then sees that things are wrapping up and says &amp;amp;quot;It has been a blast working with you all. I hope that we can work togethe or at least talk again in the future.&amp;amp;quot; He then deactivates his drone and walks back to zephyr after waving to everyone.&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron gives Loveblade a hard look. &amp;amp;quot;So, to sum up: flying overhead, without a clear idea of the disposition of either group, you dropped grenades ahead of both of them in such a way that when they interacted, both groups would get blown up and badly injured, possibly killed. Near enough the restaurant that it damaged the building as well.&amp;amp;quot; She draws in a deep breath and gives a decisive nod. &amp;amp;quot;Got it. So noted. Filed for future reference.&amp;amp;quot; With that, she moves to help the injured wolf beast to stand. &amp;amp;quot;You said you&amp;amp;#39;d watch out for us, and you did.&amp;amp;quot; she tells him in a firm, determined voice. &amp;amp;quot;We won&amp;amp;#39;t forget. If you need any further help, you know you can count on me.&amp;amp;quot; Hearing this, the wolf pack makes its rather slow exodus, the healthy helping the injured.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha listens to Aaron for a couple moments, not quite sure of the situation in its entireity. After a couple moments, while the wolves are retreating, the panther taur takes her notepad out of her pocket and hands it to Aaron, then moves over to Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Sounds like we&amp;amp;#39;re done here. Ready to go?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor catches the bag, letting the flamethrower hang from it&amp;amp;#39;s hose all... not safe like. Then goes through the bag, searching for Jerky he was told of. &amp;amp;quot;Hah, jerky, thanks Cameron.&amp;amp;quot; He pulls the meat from the bag and tosses it back to her, pulls his scarf from his goggled face and starts eating it... &amp;amp;quot;This&amp;amp;quot; He says, mouth half full, &amp;amp;quot;Is why I love you.&amp;amp;quot; Chews, unlikely to completely mean that.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Thel&amp;amp;#39;s not too concerned for the wolves; none of them are dead, and the injured will be fine by tomorrow. Probably. &amp;amp;quot;Eh, it could&amp;amp;#39;ve been worse. Better too, but could&amp;amp;#39;ve been worse.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara gives a sharp look to Loveblade before she begins going outside, checking the damage from the explosions; &amp;amp;quot;Well... we&amp;amp;#39;re lucky the building didn&amp;amp;#39;t suffer much damage to its structural integrity.&amp;amp;quot; she reports as she inspects the front of the place. &amp;amp;quot;Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t mean it&amp;amp;#39;s... well. It&amp;amp;#39;s /certainly/ more worse-for-wear than it was. Gonna go finish my inspection of the kitchen and back areas!&amp;amp;quot; she says, quickly making her way around back, avoiding the debris now strewn in the main dining area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri takes a seat on the counter and says &amp;amp;quot;Well hopefully those didn&amp;amp;#39;t do too much damage, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think it should be too much trouble on the building, and the wolves should heal up just fine. Someone should try and track down those foxes and scare them off a bit further so they don&amp;amp;#39;t just come right back here though.&amp;amp;quot; then she hops off the counter and follows Astara to ensure nothing is in the kitchen ready to jump out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade stays watchful outside for a moment, taking stock but seeing that the majority have made there way there, she shuts down her rifle and locks it into its&amp;amp;#39; back holster &amp;amp;quot;Admittedly not my proudest achievement. I&amp;amp;#39;ve some salvage I&amp;amp;#39;ll bring to you in the morning for the wolves, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be enough to see them set for a long while. If you like, I&amp;amp;#39;ll get back up to observe the area and send back reports till the groups are safely home.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses to shake her head, absorbing her fault with good grace &amp;amp;quot;Unless you would prefer I stay?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron&amp;amp;#39;s pack contains plenty of tools if one was ready to tear apart a machine of some sort. Though the jerky was relatively easy to find and pull out. Despite knowing he didn&amp;amp;#39;t mean it she still turned a little rosy in the cheeks. &amp;amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;amp;quot; She then looked to the rabbit before forwarding the notes she had taken to the rabbits comm unit. She then gave a small wave to everyone. &amp;amp;quot;It is getting late, night everyone. She then set off towards home.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara walks back out to Aaron, reporting in the details of the restaurant. &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;amp;#39;s... servicable,&amp;amp;quot; she says, digging out some of her notes. &amp;amp;quot;The back is in okay shape, the best out of it all. Minimal work should need to be done back there infrastructurally. The front, however...&amp;amp;quot; she pauses, turning around to glance at it again, &amp;amp;quot;... is gonna need some serious work before anyone is going to eat here again. Probably replace the doors, new window fixtures and new windows, repair some holes in the walls, replace a number of booths now beyond repair...&amp;amp;quot; she sighs. &amp;amp;quot;Surprisingly free of any traces of ferals, though. Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t look like anyone actually inhabited the joint. Recently, at least. I hope this is a satisfactory report?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods to Astara. &amp;amp;quot;This will do fine.&amp;amp;quot; she replies with a faint smile. &amp;amp;quot;Now comes the part where I put all of this into a report and submit a plan to Zephyr. Good thing I&amp;amp;#39;ve been doing my homework on this front lately!&amp;amp;quot; She breathes a sigh of relief. &amp;amp;quot;This could have gone WAY worse than it actually did.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The sound of thrusters approached the stage and Zephyr&amp;amp;#39;s building rather quickly as Naiko closed in, the Giant Robot morph&amp;amp;#39;s servos whirring rather loudly as she Landed. After a brief pause and a little scanning, she stated firmly. &amp;amp;quot;The warehouse issue has been handled. I believe Redd has sent you the measures? Anyhow, someone emprisoned a bunch of skunk mutants and apparently intended to imprison something else, or perhaps more of them in there.&amp;amp;quot; After another pause, the robot sighed, adding, &amp;amp;quot;I could not find any traces of what or who was behind that, however.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking out loud after a moment scanning the street, she purrs &amp;amp;quot;I hope this one is okay.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro jumps down from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back without waiting for her to land.  Shi fires off a few half-hearted potshots with hir pistol at the fleeing latex foxes, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really bother to put any effort in.  After all, they&amp;amp;#39;re already fleeing. &amp;amp;quot;Looks like somebody decided to turn a turf war between ferals into property damage,&amp;amp;quot;  the little mouse comments in response to Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s query.  &amp;amp;quot;Dunno for sure, me an&amp;amp;#39; Nisha just got here as things started to go boom.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia considered her job well done. She&amp;amp;#39;ve stick by her man and made sure he is well, the bell is quite and the theretory is safe. Helping him build the baricades was still not an option, cleaning up also was out of the question. She just stood there like and armored guardian that she was. Eyes narroed, lookin south. Well for the most part. The gun Fork have given her did have nice finish and she was rather distraced by the way it shined in the light of the flashlight.. Or the lamp post that her man got working through the power of nanite magic! For a moment there she though she saw a baby bunny... But dismissed it as an apparition... &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron looks around to see if there are any stragglers looking for a fight. He then lowers his sword and looks around at all the people here. &amp;amp;quot;So Aaron, what are your orders?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron manages to do some basic first aid on the wolf, who looks up at her and pulls his teeth back in a low, hostile growl. This prompts Aaron to pin her ears back and give a similar growl...and then the scene dissolves into the wolf beast laughing and Aaron giving him a hug. &amp;amp;quot;Okay. Those latex foxes are assholes and I&amp;amp;#39;ll deal with them later, but these wolves are our allies. Stand down. What I want to know is, who did this? No way those foxes could do this much damage.&amp;amp;quot; When Loveblade gets close enough, she glances at Tyron and notes, &amp;amp;quot;Good question.&amp;amp;quot; before she asks the dragoness, &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re my surveillance. Exactly what happened? What caused the explosions?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking out loud after a moment scanning the street, she purrs &amp;amp;quot;I hope this one is okay.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro jumps down from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back without waiting for her to land.  Shi fires off a few half-hearted potshots with hir pistol at the fleeing latex foxes, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really bother to put any effort in.  After all, they&amp;amp;#39;re already fleeing. &amp;amp;quot;Looks like somebody decided to turn a turf war between ferals into property damage,&amp;amp;quot;  the little mouse comments in response to Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s query.  &amp;amp;quot;Dunno for sure, me an&amp;amp;#39; Nisha just got here as things started to go boom.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia considered her job well done. She&amp;amp;#39;ve stick by her man and made sure he is well, the bell is quite and the theretory is safe. Helping him build the baricades was still not an option, cleaning up also was out of the question. She just stood there like and armored guardian that she was. Eyes narroed, lookin south. Well for the most part. The gun Fork have given her did have nice finish and she was rather distraced by the way it shined in the light of the flashlight.. Or the lamp post that her man got working through the power of nanite magic! For a moment there she though she saw a baby bunny... But dismissed it as an apparition... &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron looks around to see if there are any stragglers looking for a fight. He then lowers his sword and looks around at all the people here. &amp;amp;quot;So Aaron, what are your orders?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron manages to do some basic first aid on the wolf, who looks up at her and pulls his teeth back in a low, hostile growl. This prompts Aaron to pin her ears back and give a similar growl...and then the scene dissolves into the wolf beast laughing and Aaron giving him a hug. &amp;amp;quot;Okay. Those latex foxes are assholes and I&amp;amp;#39;ll deal with them later, but these wolves are our allies. Stand down. What I want to know is, who did this? No way those foxes could do this much damage.&amp;amp;quot; When Loveblade gets close enough, she glances at Tyron and notes, &amp;amp;quot;Good question.&amp;amp;quot; before she asks the dragoness, &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re my surveillance. Exactly what happened? What caused the explosions?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha watches Jaro firing at the foxes, but has nothing to do so herself with, so she simply stands and waits for a sitrep or orders. She arches an eyebrow at the hug between the injured wolf and Aaron, then puts her hands on her hips as she looks around at the damages to the area. &amp;amp;quot;We just came when we heard the bell.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she looks back down at Aaron. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve got some notes from the north area here,&amp;amp;quot; She pulls out her notepad and waves it around for a second before stowing it again. &amp;amp;quot;What should we be doing now?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Thelfox sees the wolf lighten up, he lowers his flamethrower, gets less aggressive. Relaxes, even... &amp;amp;quot;Heh, would&amp;amp;#39;ve been nice to know we had a team of wolves out here... Anyway...&amp;amp;quot; Thel glances to the restaurant; peers... &amp;amp;quot;Any food in there? I haven&amp;amp;#39;t eaten all day.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara begins walking around, re-inspecting the outer booths of the restaurant. &amp;amp;quot;I didn&amp;amp;#39;t know anything about the explosions &amp;amp;#39;till they were happening; scared the living hell out of me. I&amp;amp;#39;m lucky /I/ didn&amp;amp;#39;t get hit my shrapnel, let alone Vaeri or those in the mob.&amp;amp;quot; she says, sighing again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris rounds the corner, a look of pure glee on his face! Then his face falls in disappointment. There are no monsters. There are no ghosts. There are no angry gods or cultists or runaway machines or surprisingly delicious dinners. &amp;amp;quot;I guess there isn&amp;amp;#39;t any excitement after all,&amp;amp;quot; he says sadly, then perks up, &amp;amp;quot;You think I can come stay at the Teanuki tonight, Miss Edel?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, changing the subject completely, &amp;amp;quot;Only some plum wine and a soak in the hotsprings would be nice after all this wandering around.&amp;amp;quot; Seems like the burly tanuki has written this job off as finished.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one ahead of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she bows her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff:nods and begins a thorough search of the opened room, leaving no stone unturned amd no box closed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel tilts her head at Fenris&amp;amp;#39; sudden question, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t reject it. &amp;amp;quot;Ah, you certainly may. I am not going home yet, but you know the way, yes? My daughters will be there to get you tended to. They can get the wine and show you to the hotsprings. And to a guest room at the end, if I&amp;amp;#39;m not back by then,&amp;amp;quot; she says, glancing back towards the Zephyr building. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I ought to return then and seek another partner. Pity.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron looked about curiously, figuring she could do some assessment while the bunny was figuring out what happened. She looked over the walls and ceiling, taking note of what was still good and what needed to be repaired. &amp;amp;quot;I have some jerky in my pack Thel if you want some.&amp;amp;quot; She then tossed him her pack.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs &amp;amp;quot;I wasn&amp;amp;#39;t the one who caused the explosions either and we were both inside, so no idea who caused them, all I know is that whoever caused them should really try and hold back next time...since we are trying to fix this place up if I&amp;amp;#39;m not mistaken&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb continues on his search. Eventually, he settled down and just sort of followed Parthy&amp;amp;#39;s lead. &amp;amp;quot;... You see something? You look tired.&amp;amp;quot; He said, becoming paranoid in a hurry. &amp;amp;quot;Seems like the street&amp;amp;#39;s getting close to secured. If not already there. You think there&amp;amp;#39;s anything else we need to do, Parthy?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro +pjvote aaron&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Watching the wolf heal before her eyes is satisfying, Love&amp;amp;#39;s compassion coming to the fore while she answers honestly, her ears laid back in chagrin &amp;amp;quot;I was coming around overhead and saw two groups converging in the street with hostile intent. Radioing you with details as I watched overhead, I reacted to the obvious danger as I had received no reply but had standing orders to do. Before they could close, and in order to end the fight before it began or could spill in to a point that harmed allies in the field, I made a bombing run and dropped two grenades, one into the middle of each party.&amp;amp;quot; she pauses for breath, continuing after a second &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m truly, truly sorry to have hurt unknown allies. I was working as much to mark territory without leaving a clue as to the source of damage as I was in defense of our people.&amp;amp;quot; she growls a bit, bowing her head to the Wolf, obviously not happy with the results &amp;amp;quot;I will send supplies to you and yours, to make up the difference in damages. I was watching out for my pack, and at the time I did not realize that meant being careful and watching out for you as well. I&amp;amp;#39;m sorry.&amp;amp;quot; Having said her piece, Love calmly waits, unsure if her apology will be accepted with good grace, or no.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Ahh, friendly fire and close encounters with explosives.  Not things I&amp;amp;#39;d missed,&amp;amp;quot; Jaro mutters to hirself, as shi trots off a few yards in the direction the foxes retreated.  There&amp;amp;#39;s still work to be done, after all, and &amp;amp;#39;experts&amp;amp;#39; to be guarded.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia didn&amp;amp;#39;t look tired, not in the list! All she did is walk around looking angry, kicked some doors down and aimed her gun in the empty rooms while the poor buy was building barikades! &amp;amp;quot;No-no. The coast is clear. And you know what. This shit hole of a street looks much better then it used to.&amp;amp;quot; She offers a highfive and once it was recieved she pats Fork on the shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Good job today! Maybe we should hang out one day.&amp;amp;quot; She sugges with a nudge. &amp;amp;quot;Now you need to go report back to Aaron, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll go report back to Zephyr.&amp;amp;quot; With that she throws the gun over her shoulder and walks off!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron shakes his head. &amp;amp;quot;I am not sure.&amp;amp;quot; He then hears Love&amp;amp;#39;s story and says &amp;amp;quot;You did not know and it seems that the wolfs are going to make it.&amp;amp;quot; He then sees that things are wrapping up and says &amp;amp;quot;It has been a blast working with you all. I hope that we can work togethe or at least talk again in the future.&amp;amp;quot; He then deactivates his drone and walks back to zephyr after waving to everyone.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel looks over the damaged walls and dented posts... Shrugs again. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, so... Get to epxerting then, Cameron, I&amp;amp;#39;ll watch your back.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris walks along ahead of Edel, spinning the long bladed spear he has unhooked from his back holster. He does a little dance as he goes, humming to himself and turning to and fro, the things hanging from his belt jingling in time with his steps. To the untrained eye he probably looks more than silly. But he is covering all angles. Probably just an accident.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel pauses, lifting her hand. &amp;amp;quot;Just a moment,&amp;amp;quot; She says, pausing to measure the width and depth of the potholes as she goes. &amp;amp;quot;They aren&amp;amp;#39;t that big of a deal since we don&amp;amp;#39;t have vehicles, but I suppose it&amp;amp;#39;s worth recording in case they want that kind of information.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns as she spies the signs of some combat, her eyes darting at every nook and cranny with caution. Seeing the walls she looks to which are damage and takes note of them as she moves, her small body more adept at sneaking behind the arctic fox then for battle. Her slitted eyes peering into the dark and her nose sniffing as she searched for what lay just out of sight. Speaking softly to Thel as they moved. &amp;amp;quot;Seems something was busy a little while ago.&amp;amp;quot; She then nodded as she stopped and began to check the walls for damages and whether they were still sound or not. She left everything on the street alone such as the steet lamp. It was mainly scrap at this point anyway.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff revs his chainsword into idle mode. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the warehouse. Miss Blade, I&amp;amp;#39;d like some backup while I go, if you can spare time,&amp;amp;quot; he informs to the dragoness by comms. &amp;amp;quot;Tyron. Naiko. If shit hits the fan more than it might be now, I&amp;amp;#39;ll call in for reinforcements,&amp;amp;quot; he says to the others of the spare team, leaving his post to head for the explosion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts heading down the road, looking on edge as hell. Okay. Okay, this is deal-withable. He hoped to get a requisition of tools, willing to toss freecred at the problem. But if not, well. Just made it a bit harder. &amp;amp;quot;Parthy,&amp;amp;quot; He notes. &amp;amp;quot;I want you to check out the buildings for violent mutants. This place is wrecked, we don&amp;amp;#39;t know what&amp;amp;#39;s up. I&amp;amp;#39;ll be right behind you, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll ring the bell as /soon/ as you start yelling. Alright? If it&amp;amp;#39;s clear, I&amp;amp;#39;ll start boarding up windows and get to making each building a workable barricade. When we can wall off the south street here and turn it into a fortress, I&amp;amp;#39;ll work with Zephyr guardspeople and see if I can&amp;amp;#39;t grease enough palms to get it cleaned up and pretty. Sound good?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;So much for a little chat.&amp;amp;quot; Said the robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel looks over the damaged walls and dented posts... Shrugs again. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, so... Get to epxerting then, Cameron, I&amp;amp;#39;ll watch your back.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris walks along ahead of Edel, spinning the long bladed spear he has unhooked from his back holster. He does a little dance as he goes, humming to himself and turning to and fro, the things hanging from his belt jingling in time with his steps. To the untrained eye he probably looks more than silly. But he is covering all angles. Probably just an accident.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel pauses, lifting her hand. &amp;amp;quot;Just a moment,&amp;amp;quot; She says, pausing to measure the width and depth of the potholes as she goes. &amp;amp;quot;They aren&amp;amp;#39;t that big of a deal since we don&amp;amp;#39;t have vehicles, but I suppose it&amp;amp;#39;s worth recording in case they want that kind of information.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns as she spies the signs of some combat, her eyes darting at every nook and cranny with caution. Seeing the walls she looks to which are damage and takes note of them as she moves, her small body more adept at sneaking behind the arctic fox then for battle. Her slitted eyes peering into the dark and her nose sniffing as she searched for what lay just out of sight. Speaking softly to Thel as they moved. &amp;amp;quot;Seems something was busy a little while ago.&amp;amp;quot; She then nodded as she stopped and began to check the walls for damages and whether they were still sound or not. She left everything on the street alone such as the steet lamp. It was mainly scrap at this point anyway.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff revs his chainsword into idle mode. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the warehouse. Miss Blade, I&amp;amp;#39;d like some backup while I go, if you can spare time,&amp;amp;quot; he informs to the dragoness by comms. &amp;amp;quot;Tyron. Naiko. If shit hits the fan more than it might be now, I&amp;amp;#39;ll call in for reinforcements,&amp;amp;quot; he says to the others of the spare team, leaving his post to head for the explosion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts heading down the road, looking on edge as hell. Okay. Okay, this is deal-withable. He hoped to get a requisition of tools, willing to toss freecred at the problem. But if not, well. Just made it a bit harder. &amp;amp;quot;Parthy,&amp;amp;quot; He notes. &amp;amp;quot;I want you to check out the buildings for violent mutants. This place is wrecked, we don&amp;amp;#39;t know what&amp;amp;#39;s up. I&amp;amp;#39;ll be right behind you, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll ring the bell as /soon/ as you start yelling. Alright? If it&amp;amp;#39;s clear, I&amp;amp;#39;ll start boarding up windows and get to making each building a workable barricade. When we can wall off the south street here and turn it into a fortress, I&amp;amp;#39;ll work with Zephyr guardspeople and see if I can&amp;amp;#39;t grease enough palms to get it cleaned up and pretty. Sound good?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;So much for a little chat.&amp;amp;quot; Said the robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, the active drones head towards her, attaching to their respective mounting points, and with the sound of loud mechanical whirring, he wings spread out, its thrusters quickly warming up for a lil&amp;amp;#39; ride. With a loud boom, the robot is flung into the air and, maneuvering southwest towards the warehouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron seeing that Naiko and Joseff have both headed over to the warehouse, he stays behind in case something else happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade hears a boom off in the distance, her ears swivelling this way and that to trace the echoes until she&amp;amp;#39;s sure. Using an offshoot of her Data Nanomagic, Love sends a message back to Aaron reporting direction and asking for confirmation and advice. Banking into a turn that keeps her in sight of the groups moving through the streets but close to a breeze that could carry her quickly into trouble. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro rides into battle, as it were, on Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back; what they find outside the gate is the expected wear and tear of several years of use - there doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really appear to be any structural damage to the buildings, though there are several potholes in the road.  The glass from the windows is almost all missing, much of it glittering inside the potholes.  There&amp;amp;#39;s the odd bit of debris and detritus, but not that much, considering it&amp;amp;#39;s a high-traffic gate and the Mall (and Rod&amp;amp;#39;s crew) is just up the road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Those of you who did not go to investigate the explosion - which appears to be everyone but the backup crew - will find that your jobs are much easier when uninterrupted. In particular, the street crews seem to have carte blanche to take what measurements and list what damages they need to; it looks like those were the easy jobs. Those in the car wash and restaurant are dealing with their own challenges, but as long as the street crews are reasonably competent at detailed work, they&amp;amp;#39;ll soon find that they have the information they need about the surrounding area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia been around this street a few times. Well more then a few really. Of course being of duty for a long time had it&amp;amp;#39;s own perks! A few more new dents in the road, a few more lamps knocked over, a few more buildings in a shitty shape. Though nothing out of ordinary really. Still, this sorta felt new and different. Like driving a car for the firt time after a long vocation! She flinched hearing the voice of her Expert. Adrenaline! &amp;amp;quot;Sure thing boos. Let&amp;amp;#39;s see them buildings!&amp;amp;quot; She said with a grin. Hazard monitor wasn&amp;amp;#39;t making a nose, so there&amp;amp;#39;s probably nothing around. Still cautious she waled by the half broken walls and missing windown checking if there is anyone inside. Finally she rolled over the edge of the window cell inside the building. Her wide armored ass squeeking against the concrete.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha walks out into the street and takes a look around, then lowers herself down so that Jaro can climb off onto the ground. She takes a pad of paper and a pencil out and starts to mark down some details, relaying the more important ones on to the proper people. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor idly plays with his flamethrower, waiting for data to be taken from the area... &amp;amp;quot;Yup, something was busy...&amp;amp;quot; His ear flicks a bit after the explosion... &amp;amp;quot;Eh, Redd went to the warehouse, right? It was probably just him then...&amp;amp;quot; The fox shrugs, isn&amp;amp;#39;t overly concerned... Yawns a bit and just watches Cameron.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris follows Edel, standing his own brand of watch while she works. He also starts to sing a little to himself. He hooks his spear back in place and actually starts to drum a little rhythm on his belly! He heard the explosion, of course, but no bell means no problem, right?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel perks her ears at the sound of the explosion, but. Such things happen within the city. Who knows, could just be someone with a grenade. She carries on with her work until she&amp;amp;#39;s satisified, moving over to stands next to Fenris again, smiling. &amp;amp;quot;I have my measurements here. Shall we move on?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns at hearing the explosion nearby as she worked. &amp;amp;quot;Seemed someone found something they shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have.&amp;amp;quot; She then looked back to Thel. &amp;amp;quot;I am done here, we can move on.&amp;amp;quot; She then started off towards the intersection. Making sure to take notes of the buildings as she went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts to grin a bit. Okay. This isn&amp;amp;#39;t so bad. He continues on his work, trying to get the big things- Light poles, fire hydrants. All while trying to put together checkpoints on the cross streets, all while trying to put barricades on cleared buildings that Parthy said were safe so things won&amp;amp;#39;t be able to leak in from windows. And, hey. Maybe tidy up a little here and there whenever it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t time-intensive.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro walks along beside Nisha, keeping an eye - and an ear - out, hir trusty laser pistol held loosely at hir side.  &amp;amp;quot;Someone&amp;amp;#39;s having fun,&amp;amp;quot; shi comments idly as shi scans the empty storefronts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia thought that most of the things Forkbomb was doing are time-intensive. &amp;amp;quot;Almost done?&amp;amp;quot; She grunted at him as he was cleaning up a room that clearly just needed to be viciously immolated! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon! Hurry up!&amp;amp;quot; She growled as the guy was setting up the barricaeds. &amp;amp;quot;I though we were here just to check things out not to run reconstructions!&amp;amp;quot; She sighed and huffed while Fork made sure that the stairs are safe. Of course, she could have help, but she just wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t. First of all she needed to save her strength for a possible fight, and secondly... She was a Zephyr agent and those assholes wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t do jack shit unless they are getting payed for that! She wasn&amp;amp;#39;t an &amp;amp;#39;expert&amp;amp;#39; so she was just gonna do her job! And she did. Every room she came in first and only let the man follow her in when she&amp;amp;#39;ve made sure it&amp;amp;#39;s clean. Not like she had to keep him back though. He seemed to always be busy doing something. Such a hard worker he was!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron yawns as he continues patrolling the northern part of Zephyr. He then returns to Aaron when he sees nothing of note happening. He then asks her &amp;amp;quot;So have you heard back from the team at the warehouse?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, the active drones head towards her, attaching to their respective mounting points, and with the sound of loud mechanical whirring, he wings spread out, its thrusters quickly warming up for a lil&amp;amp;#39; ride. With a loud boom, the robot is flung into the air and, maneuvering southwest towards the warehouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron seeing that Naiko and Joseff have both headed over to the warehouse, he stays behind in case something else happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade hears a boom off in the distance, her ears swivelling this way and that to trace the echoes until she&amp;amp;#39;s sure. Using an offshoot of her Data Nanomagic, Love sends a message back to Aaron reporting direction and asking for confirmation and advice. Banking into a turn that keeps her in sight of the groups moving through the streets but close to a breeze that could carry her quickly into trouble. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro rides into battle, as it were, on Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back; what they find outside the gate is the expected wear and tear of several years of use - there doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really appear to be any structural damage to the buildings, though there are several potholes in the road.  The glass from the windows is almost all missing, much of it glittering inside the potholes.  There&amp;amp;#39;s the odd bit of debris and detritus, but not that much, considering it&amp;amp;#39;s a high-traffic gate and the Mall (and Rod&amp;amp;#39;s crew) is just up the road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Those of you who did not go to investigate the explosion - which appears to be everyone but the backup crew - will find that your jobs are much easier when uninterrupted. In particular, the street crews seem to have carte blanche to take what measurements and list what damages they need to; it looks like those were the easy jobs. Those in the car wash and restaurant are dealing with their own challenges, but as long as the street crews are reasonably competent at detailed work, they&amp;amp;#39;ll soon find that they have the information they need about the surrounding area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia been around this street a few times. Well more then a few really. Of course being of duty for a long time had it&amp;amp;#39;s own perks! A few more new dents in the road, a few more lamps knocked over, a few more buildings in a shitty shape. Though nothing out of ordinary really. Still, this sorta felt new and different. Like driving a car for the firt time after a long vocation! She flinched hearing the voice of her Expert. Adrenaline! &amp;amp;quot;Sure thing boos. Let&amp;amp;#39;s see them buildings!&amp;amp;quot; She said with a grin. Hazard monitor wasn&amp;amp;#39;t making a nose, so there&amp;amp;#39;s probably nothing around. Still cautious she waled by the half broken walls and missing windown checking if there is anyone inside. Finally she rolled over the edge of the window cell inside the building. Her wide armored ass squeeking against the concrete.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha walks out into the street and takes a look around, then lowers herself down so that Jaro can climb off onto the ground. She takes a pad of paper and a pencil out and starts to mark down some details, relaying the more important ones on to the proper people. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor idly plays with his flamethrower, waiting for data to be taken from the area... &amp;amp;quot;Yup, something was busy...&amp;amp;quot; His ear flicks a bit after the explosion... &amp;amp;quot;Eh, Redd went to the warehouse, right? It was probably just him then...&amp;amp;quot; The fox shrugs, isn&amp;amp;#39;t overly concerned... Yawns a bit and just watches Cameron.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris follows Edel, standing his own brand of watch while she works. He also starts to sing a little to himself. He hooks his spear back in place and actually starts to drum a little rhythm on his belly! He heard the explosion, of course, but no bell means no problem, right?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel perks her ears at the sound of the explosion, but. Such things happen within the city. Who knows, could just be someone with a grenade. She carries on with her work until she&amp;amp;#39;s satisified, moving over to stands next to Fenris again, smiling. &amp;amp;quot;I have my measurements here. Shall we move on?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns at hearing the explosion nearby as she worked. &amp;amp;quot;Seemed someone found something they shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have.&amp;amp;quot; She then looked back to Thel. &amp;amp;quot;I am done here, we can move on.&amp;amp;quot; She then started off towards the intersection. Making sure to take notes of the buildings as she went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts to grin a bit. Okay. This isn&amp;amp;#39;t so bad. He continues on his work, trying to get the big things- Light poles, fire hydrants. All while trying to put together checkpoints on the cross streets, all while trying to put barricades on cleared buildings that Parthy said were safe so things won&amp;amp;#39;t be able to leak in from windows. And, hey. Maybe tidy up a little here and there whenever it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t time-intensive.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro walks along beside Nisha, keeping an eye - and an ear - out, hir trusty laser pistol held loosely at hir side.  &amp;amp;quot;Someone&amp;amp;#39;s having fun,&amp;amp;quot; shi comments idly as shi scans the empty storefronts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia thought that most of the things Forkbomb was doing are time-intensive. &amp;amp;quot;Almost done?&amp;amp;quot; She grunted at him as he was cleaning up a room that clearly just needed to be viciously immolated! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon! Hurry up!&amp;amp;quot; She growled as the guy was setting up the barricaeds. &amp;amp;quot;I though we were here just to check things out not to run reconstructions!&amp;amp;quot; She sighed and huffed while Fork made sure that the stairs are safe. Of course, she could have help, but she just wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t. First of all she needed to save her strength for a possible fight, and secondly... She was a Zephyr agent and those assholes wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t do jack shit unless they are getting payed for that! She wasn&amp;amp;#39;t an &amp;amp;#39;expert&amp;amp;#39; so she was just gonna do her job! And she did. Every room she came in first and only let the man follow her in when she&amp;amp;#39;ve made sure it&amp;amp;#39;s clean. Not like she had to keep him back though. He seemed to always be busy doing something. Such a hard worker he was!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron yawns as he continues patrolling the northern part of Zephyr. He then returns to Aaron when he sees nothing of note happening. He then asks her &amp;amp;quot;So have you heard back from the team at the warehouse?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods to Tyron. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure the four of them can handle it, though. Warehouses have nasty surprises, and that&amp;amp;#39;s why I sent Redd and Foxheart; they&amp;amp;#39;re the most likely to be able to handle it.&amp;amp;quot; And then, ring-a-ling-a-ling! There&amp;amp;#39;s a bell chiming from the northeast. The restaurant! &amp;amp;quot;Go!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts to Tyron, pointing in the direction of the bell being chimed. &amp;amp;quot;Nisha, Jaro, Thel, Cameron! Go!&amp;amp;quot; she calls out, hoping that the people adjoining the location will swarm in. Five additional agents should be more than enough. She hopes!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha chuckles and nods, then takes a look in the direction she heard the explosion from. &amp;amp;quot;Not sure if I should be jealous or not.&amp;amp;quot; She says, then goes back to looking around. A few of the buildings have built up structural faults that should definately be investigated, though they&amp;amp;#39;re obviously still standing, so it&amp;amp;#39;s not terribly urgent. She spots something out of the corner of her eye after a while and beckons Jaro to follow her. As she comes up on it, Nisha sees what was likely once a pothole, but has developed into something more like a sinkhole over time. It&amp;amp;#39;s roughly two feet in diameter, and maybe three feet deep. Nisha takes a few notes about it, and makes sure to relay that it might not be the only of its kind. Just as she sends it off, Nisha hears the bell ringing. She takes a step towards it, then looks down at Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s our cue, I think!&amp;amp;quot; She leans down to let Jaro onto her back again. &amp;amp;quot;Hop on again, and hold on tight!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor raises a hand from his &amp;amp;#39;thrower when Cameron says they can move on. &amp;amp;quot;Woo! Away from the empty street.&amp;amp;quot; He chuckles, looks over the area again, then starts leading onward... Completely forgetting exactly where he&amp;amp;#39;s supposed to go! Professionalism!&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;And then there&amp;amp;#39;s a bell from the northeast! &amp;amp;quot;Someone&amp;amp;#39;s getting buttfucked, c&amp;amp;#39;mon!&amp;amp;quot; He looks back for Cameron, then starts running, careful to make sure she can keep up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Bell!&amp;amp;quot; Fenris says happily, ending his drum solo and whipping the spear from his back. &amp;amp;quot;Good thing, too!&amp;amp;quot; the tanuki says, heading off at a fast trot toward the abandoned restaurant, &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s go, Edel!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel lifts her shoulders in a lackadasical shrug. &amp;amp;quot;Yes, yes, let&amp;amp;#39;s,&amp;amp;quot; she says, tucking away her tools in favour of drawing her bow. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose we can&amp;amp;#39;t let them have all the fun,&amp;amp;quot; she says, following after the other tanuki, tail flicking behind her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns as she hears the chiming of the bell. She takes a moment to make sure her own isn&amp;amp;#39;t rinhing before heading off towards the sound of the bell. &amp;amp;quot;I hope who ever it is is alright. Might take a minute to get to them. She then dashed off after the large fox, the small feline surprisingly fast on her feet when she needs to be. She draws her own sword as she follows, readying herself for battle.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb works in panicked murmurs. &amp;amp;quot;Okay, okay. Our job is to help survey the damage and do minor reconstruction efforts where possible. This place needs to be a fortress, and if they&amp;amp;#39;re not safe working on this, then this&amp;amp;#39;ll never be a defensible area.&amp;amp;quot; He looks at a knocked-over street-lamp with some idle curiosity. He gives it a boot to see if the old electric nanomagic will make the thing work again. &amp;amp;quot;Like light! Streets need light to be defensible-&amp;amp;quot; And then chaos happens. The world went quiet for a moment yet for the sound of bells. Then he heard the call. &amp;amp;quot;... Okay, we&amp;amp;#39;re not being called in. Let&amp;amp;#39;s just...&amp;amp;quot; He slumps his shoulders. He doesn&amp;amp;#39;t clean up debris as much, just stays focus on doing minor reconstruction in an efficient was as possible while following his guardlady.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade radios ahead to Astara and Vaeri, warning them of an incoming attack while she glides overhead and between the two groups of ferals. Pulling out a pair of grenades, she drops one into just in front of each moving group, making sure to get serious bang for her buck. It might not hit them at all, but the noise should sure as hell be enough to start them running! The only question becomes where will they go? Her smile turns slightly mischievous as she glides out of sight and onto a building that overlooks the street, unlimbering her rifle while as a bell sounds from inside the restaurant and two rather large explosions rip through the night&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro swings up onto Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back, using her wing as leverage.  &amp;amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;amp;quot; shi offers as shi gets a grip.  &amp;amp;quot;Now, go, go, go!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Really?&amp;amp;quot; Alsked Zephyr CorpSec.I must have miss heard something... Oh well, do what needs to be done.&amp;amp;quot; Most of the area was already checked out, so she hardly had anything to do and now was just waiting on Fork. &amp;amp;quot;So, did you hear that explosion earlier?&amp;amp;quot; Parthenia murmured nudging her &amp;amp;#39;expert&amp;amp;#39; at one point as he was working. &amp;amp;quot;Heh! Heh. No bells after! I hope they&amp;amp;#39;r all dead there!&amp;amp;quot; She singed dreemily and right then and there there was the bell! &amp;amp;quot;Awww damn...&amp;amp;quot; She grumbled rolling her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Well if we are to go help them, there could technically be some accidental friendly fire!&amp;amp;quot; She&amp;amp;#39;ve suggested before nodding to Fork&amp;amp;#39;s words. &amp;amp;quot;Hmmm... Nope, not being called in.&amp;amp;quot; She agreed shaking her head. &amp;amp;quot;Lets make sure the south  is safe! Who knows! There may be ferals who are getting really turned on by the sound of the bealls, and they may be coming from this dirrection!&amp;amp;quot; Said the human raising her weapon and looking down the street away from the sound of the bells.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron quickly nods and starts to head over to the restaurant in the northeast. There is a little boost in his step as he is glad that he might see some action. He then activates his drone as he gets closer to the restaurant to provide him with some cover. He then takes out his sword and enters the building when he arrives.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, the good news is that by the time the street crews arrive, the latex foxes are in the middle of being routed. Vaeri and Astara are doing a fine job of holding their own, and - more notably - there appears to be a second group of ferals. Wolf beast ferals. And they&amp;amp;#39;re doing a fine job of kicking the foxes&amp;amp;#39; asses! Looks more like a gang fight, with ferals instead of human gangs. Everything seems fine! And then a few treats fall from the sky. BOOM! BOOM! Explosions all around, taking out foxes and wolves alike. The odds are still against the foxes, but not nearly as much as they used to be. Fortunately, the de facto leader of the shiny vulpines decides &amp;amp;#39;fuck a whole bunch of this&amp;amp;#39;, and they work to beat a hasty retreat! The wolf beasts aren&amp;amp;#39;t as willing to abandon their companions, and it&amp;amp;#39;s worth noting that the AoE on those grenades has done a little more damage to the restaurant than was there before. Measurements and damage tolls will need to be taken again, eventually. Soon afterward, the bunny herself shows up, and she beats feet to one of the injured wolves, tending to his injuries. &amp;amp;quot;Somebody tell me what happened.&amp;amp;quot; she demands, firmly.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;ising with speed, she&amp;amp;#39;s soon out of the circle of light, a dark shadow passing over the moon which quickly disappears as she levels off to glide silently out of sight and on patrol. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While Astara and Vaeri take the lay of the land in the restaurant amd Zophah and Sensuen start taking notes about the car wash, Redd &amp;amp;amp; Foxheart are apparently a bit more...active? An explosion can be heard from the warehouse, and Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s reaction is immediate. Turning to Joseff, Tyron, and Naiko, she says, &amp;amp;quot;GO.&amp;amp;quot; and points to the southwest! And yet, no bells have been rung, encouraging others to continue their work. Measurements to be taken, damage to be counted, information to be gathered. Whether or not any of the rest of you abandon your station is your choice!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor looks over the area, which saw combat recently. &amp;amp;quot;...I didn&amp;amp;#39;t do it.&amp;amp;quot; He clarifies to Cameron, then moves to stand up the hydrant. &amp;amp;quot;Something strong, though, clearly. Fun...&amp;amp;quot; The soldier fox turns on his flamethrower, the flame at the front flicking to life as he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;ising with speed, she&amp;amp;#39;s soon out of the circle of light, a dark shadow passing over the moon which quickly disappears as she levels off to glide silently out of sight and on patrol. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While Astara and Vaeri take the lay of the land in the restaurant amd Zophah and Sensuen start taking notes about the car wash, Redd &amp;amp;amp; Foxheart are apparently a bit more...active? An explosion can be heard from the warehouse, and Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s reaction is immediate. Turning to Joseff, Tyron, and Naiko, she says, &amp;amp;quot;GO.&amp;amp;quot; and points to the southwest! And yet, no bells have been rung, encouraging others to continue their work. Measurements to be taken, damage to be counted, information to be gathered. Whether or not any of the rest of you abandon your station is your choice!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor looks over the area, which saw combat recently. &amp;amp;quot;...I didn&amp;amp;#39;t do it.&amp;amp;quot; He clarifies to Cameron, then moves to stand up the hydrant. &amp;amp;quot;Something strong, though, clearly. Fun...&amp;amp;quot; The soldier fox turns on his flamethrower, the flame at the front flicking to life as he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel looks over the damaged walls and dented posts... Shrugs again. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, so... Get to epxerting then, Cameron, I&amp;amp;#39;ll watch your back.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris walks along ahead of Edel, spinning the long bladed spear he has unhooked from his back holster. He does a little dance as he goes, humming to himself and turning to and fro, the things hanging from his belt jingling in time with his steps. To the untrained eye he probably looks more than silly. But he is covering all angles. Probably just an accident.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel pauses, lifting her hand. &amp;amp;quot;Just a moment,&amp;amp;quot; She says, pausing to measure the width and depth of the potholes as she goes. &amp;amp;quot;They aren&amp;amp;#39;t that big of a deal since we don&amp;amp;#39;t have vehicles, but I suppose it&amp;amp;#39;s worth recording in case they want that kind of information.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns as she spies the signs of some combat, her eyes darting at every nook and cranny with caution. Seeing the walls she looks to which are damage and takes note of them as she moves, her small body more adept at sneaking behind the arctic fox then for battle. Her slitted eyes peering into the dark and her nose sniffing as she searched for what lay just out of sight. Speaking softly to Thel as they moved. &amp;amp;quot;Seems something was busy a little while ago.&amp;amp;quot; She then nodded as she stopped and began to check the walls for damages and whether they were still sound or not. She left everything on the street alone such as the steet lamp. It was mainly scrap at this point anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel looks over the damaged walls and dented posts... Shrugs again. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, so... Get to epxerting then, Cameron, I&amp;amp;#39;ll watch your back.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris walks along ahead of Edel, spinning the long bladed spear he has unhooked from his back holster. He does a little dance as he goes, humming to himself and turning to and fro, the things hanging from his belt jingling in time with his steps. To the untrained eye he probably looks more than silly. But he is covering all angles. Probably just an accident.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel pauses, lifting her hand. &amp;amp;quot;Just a moment,&amp;amp;quot; She says, pausing to measure the width and depth of the potholes as she goes. &amp;amp;quot;They aren&amp;amp;#39;t that big of a deal since we don&amp;amp;#39;t have vehicles, but I suppose it&amp;amp;#39;s worth recording in case they want that kind of information.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns as she spies the signs of some combat, her eyes darting at every nook and cranny with caution. Seeing the walls she looks to which are damage and takes note of them as she moves, her small body more adept at sneaking behind the arctic fox then for battle. Her slitted eyes peering into the dark and her nose sniffing as she searched for what lay just out of sight. Speaking softly to Thel as they moved. &amp;amp;quot;Seems something was busy a little while ago.&amp;amp;quot; She then nodded as she stopped and began to check the walls for damages and whether they were still sound or not. She left everything on the street alone such as the steet lamp. It was mainly scrap at this point anyway.&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff revs his chainsword into idle mode. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the warehouse. Miss Blade, I&amp;amp;#39;d like some backup while I go, if you can spare time,&amp;amp;quot; he informs to the dragoness by comms. &amp;amp;quot;Tyron. Naiko. If shit hits the fan more than it might be now, I&amp;amp;#39;ll call in for reinforcements,&amp;amp;quot; he says to the others of the spare team, leaving his post to head for the explosion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts heading down the road, looking on edge as hell. Okay. Okay, this is deal-withable. He hoped to get a requisition of tools, willing to toss freecred at the problem. But if not, well. Just made it a bit harder. &amp;amp;quot;Parthy,&amp;amp;quot; He notes. &amp;amp;quot;I want you to check out the buildings for violent mutants. This place is wrecked, we don&amp;amp;#39;t know what&amp;amp;#39;s up. I&amp;amp;#39;ll be right behind you, and I&amp;amp;#39;ll ring the bell as /soon/ as you start yelling. Alright? If it&amp;amp;#39;s clear, I&amp;amp;#39;ll start boarding up windows and get to making each building a workable barricade. When we can wall off the south street here and turn it into a fortress, I&amp;amp;#39;ll work with Zephyr guardspeople and see if I can&amp;amp;#39;t grease enough palms to get it cleaned up and pretty. Sound good?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;So much for a little chat.&amp;amp;quot; Said the robot.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Soon, the active drones head towards her, attaching to their respective mounting points, and with the sound of loud mechanical whirring, he wings spread out, its thrusters quickly warming up for a lil&amp;amp;#39; ride. With a loud boom, the robot is flung into the air and, maneuvering southwest towards the warehouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron seeing that Naiko and Joseff have both headed over to the warehouse, he stays behind in case something else happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade hears a boom off in the distance, her ears swivelling this way and that to trace the echoes until she&amp;amp;#39;s sure. Using an offshoot of her Data Nanomagic, Love sends a message back to Aaron reporting direction and asking for confirmation and advice. Banking into a turn that keeps her in sight of the groups moving through the streets but close to a breeze that could carry her quickly into trouble. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro rides into battle, as it were, on Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back; what they find outside the gate is the expected wear and tear of several years of use - there doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really appear to be any structural damage to the buildings, though there are several potholes in the road.  The glass from the windows is almost all missing, much of it glittering inside the potholes.  There&amp;amp;#39;s the odd bit of debris and detritus, but not that much, considering it&amp;amp;#39;s a high-traffic gate and the Mall (and Rod&amp;amp;#39;s crew) is just up the road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Those of you who did not go to investigate the explosion - which appears to be everyone but the backup crew - will find that your jobs are much easier when uninterrupted. In particular, the street crews seem to have carte blanche to take what measurements and list what damages they need to; it looks like those were the easy jobs. Those in the car wash and restaurant are dealing with their own challenges, but as long as the street crews are reasonably competent at detailed work, they&amp;amp;#39;ll soon find that they have the information they need about the surrounding area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia been around this street a few times. Well more then a few really. Of course being of duty for a long time had it&amp;amp;#39;s own perks! A few more new dents in the road, a few more lamps knocked over, a few more buildings in a shitty shape. Though nothing out of ordinary really. Still, this sorta felt new and different. Like driving a car for the firt time after a long vocation! She flinched hearing the voice of her Expert. Adrenaline! &amp;amp;quot;Sure thing boos. Let&amp;amp;#39;s see them buildings!&amp;amp;quot; She said with a grin. Hazard monitor wasn&amp;amp;#39;t making a nose, so there&amp;amp;#39;s probably nothing around. Still cautious she waled by the half broken walls and missing windown checking if there is anyone inside. Finally she rolled over the edge of the window cell inside the building. Her wide armored ass squeeking against the concrete.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha walks out into the street and takes a look around, then lowers herself down so that Jaro can climb off onto the ground. She takes a pad of paper and a pencil out and starts to mark down some details, relaying the more important ones on to the proper people. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor idly plays with his flamethrower, waiting for data to be taken from the area... &amp;amp;quot;Yup, something was busy...&amp;amp;quot; His ear flicks a bit after the explosion... &amp;amp;quot;Eh, Redd went to the warehouse, right? It was probably just him then...&amp;amp;quot; The fox shrugs, isn&amp;amp;#39;t overly concerned... Yawns a bit and just watches Cameron.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris follows Edel, standing his own brand of watch while she works. He also starts to sing a little to himself. He hooks his spear back in place and actually starts to drum a little rhythm on his belly! He heard the explosion, of course, but no bell means no problem, right?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel perks her ears at the sound of the explosion, but. Such things happen within the city. Who knows, could just be someone with a grenade. She carries on with her work until she&amp;amp;#39;s satisified, moving over to stands next to Fenris again, smiling. &amp;amp;quot;I have my measurements here. Shall we move on?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron frowns at hearing the explosion nearby as she worked. &amp;amp;quot;Seemed someone found something they shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have.&amp;amp;quot; She then looked back to Thel. &amp;amp;quot;I am done here, we can move on.&amp;amp;quot; She then started off towards the intersection. Making sure to take notes of the buildings as she went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb starts to grin a bit. Okay. This isn&amp;amp;#39;t so bad. He continues on his work, trying to get the big things- Light poles, fire hydrants. All while trying to put together checkpoints on the cross streets, all while trying to put barricades on cleared buildings that Parthy said were safe so things won&amp;amp;#39;t be able to leak in from windows. And, hey. Maybe tidy up a little here and there whenever it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t time-intensive.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro walks along beside Nisha, keeping an eye - and an ear - out, hir trusty laser pistol held loosely at hir side.  &amp;amp;quot;Someone&amp;amp;#39;s having fun,&amp;amp;quot; shi comments idly as shi scans the empty storefronts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia thought that most of the things Forkbomb was doing are time-intensive. &amp;amp;quot;Almost done?&amp;amp;quot; She grunted at him as he was cleaning up a room that clearly just needed to be viciously immolated! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon! Hurry up!&amp;amp;quot; She growled as the guy was setting up the barricaeds. &amp;amp;quot;I though we were here just to check things out not to run reconstructions!&amp;amp;quot; She sighed and huffed while Fork made sure that the stairs are safe. Of course, she could have help, but she just wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t. First of all she needed to save her strength for a possible fight, and secondly... She was a Zephyr agent and those assholes wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t do jack shit unless they are getting payed for that! She wasn&amp;amp;#39;t an &amp;amp;#39;expert&amp;amp;#39; so she was just gonna do her job! And she did. Every room she came in first and only let the man follow her in when she&amp;amp;#39;ve made sure it&amp;amp;#39;s clean. Not like she had to keep him back though. He seemed to always be busy doing something. Such a hard worker he was!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron yawns as he continues patrolling the northern part of Zephyr. He then returns to Aaron when he sees nothing of note happening. He then asks her &amp;amp;quot;So have you heard back from the team at the warehouse?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;quot;I would happily take either role, but if Foxheart would join, I&amp;amp;#39;d enjoy her protection.&amp;amp;quot; considering for a moment, she pauses to turn to Aaron &amp;amp;quot;Were you going to assign teams?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah looks over to Sensuen, feeling good about pairing up with hir. &amp;amp;quot;You can join me! I already have plenty of instraments for analysis. You be my guard and I&amp;amp;#39;ll do the surveying.&amp;amp;quot; She then looks through her bag and pulls out a fresh notebook, getting ready to take notes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart makes her way over to Redd at that mention, punching him in the arm with surprising firmness. &amp;amp;quot;Since I got stuck in a plush form I got cuddled and poked and squeezed sore yesterday by my friend.&amp;amp;quot; She huffs softly at that. Loveblade gets a wave, herself, but she has affairs to settle! &amp;amp;quot;So many guns about, too. Not sure how well I&amp;amp;#39;d fit into any squad with only swords.&amp;amp;#39;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro gives a thumbs up from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back.  Shi&amp;amp;#39;s sure nobody can see it, because, y&amp;amp;#39;know, Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s upper torso is taller than shi is in hir entirety, but stil.  &amp;amp;quot;I have absolutely no problem watching your back.  And if there&amp;amp;#39;s a smaller space that needs attention, we can probably swap roles, too, since I&amp;amp;#39;m at least passable with the tech and mapping type things.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia takes a puff of her cigarette listenning to the bunny. This could work out in her favour, one way or the other. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m sure Zephyr would be more then happy to keep me and few other agents busier. This after all will make streets a little cleaner which in the long run may be a good for them. Please, kindly sign me up.&amp;amp;quot; She sighs rolling her eyes, a good time for another puff. &amp;amp;quot;And what is this nosense about taking us away from our life? If you can go out without something humping your boots, it is an unavoidable part of our life. We need to get as many creatures involed as possible!&amp;amp;quot; Listening to the others talk, she can&amp;amp;#39;t help but let out another sigh. &amp;amp;quot;The rabbit there didn&amp;amp;#39;t say anything about &amp;amp;#39;not fucking&amp;amp;#39; because we aren&amp;amp;#39;t a group of ferals in heat or rut who are going out for a daily walk...&amp;amp;quot; She smirks addind quietly to that. &amp;amp;quot;Well... I suppose some may as well be.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron hears the instructions the bunny named Aaron gave out and says to himself &amp;amp;quot;Well I guess I will be the combatant.&amp;amp;quot; since he knows that info gathering is not his strong suit in the slightest. He then looks around if to see if there is anyone he knows that would like to pair up with him, otherwise he will pair up with a stranger. He looks down at Parthy and asks &amp;amp;quot;You mind if I team up with you? You might not think much of me, but I can take a hit when need.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It did take a while, but it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t so long before a figure familiar to some flew close to the stage. As it landed, loud mechanical whirring could be heard as its wings retracted. Stepping closer and with almost no idea of what was going on except for what she read on the posters and flyers, the very sizable humanoid robot looked around the crowd, scanning it. &amp;amp;quot;So uh. Who&amp;amp;#39;s in charge? I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I&amp;amp;#39;m slightly late, but if you&amp;amp;#39;re doing what I think you&amp;amp;#39;re doing, perhaps you&amp;amp;#39;ll need a little bit of fire support.&amp;amp;quot; And in fire support, Naiko wasn&amp;amp;#39;t lacking, counting with an arsenal ranging from high caliber mounted firearms to missiles and various types of drones all over the robot&amp;amp;#39;s several mounting points.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron smiles broadly as she looks out among the group. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve been assured by my contacts in Zephyr that if we can form a good report that gives enough info, there&amp;amp;#39;s a good chance this can actually be a thing. I&amp;amp;#39;ve been doing enough architecture work lately that I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I can write one up, so long as I have the data I need. Now, if we can just distinguish who wants to be an expert versus who wants to be a combatant, we can get this mission underway. Also, if you have a specific person (or people, groups don&amp;amp;#39;t have to be precisely two) that you want to work with, come up here and call their name.&amp;amp;quot; A pause follows, and she notes, &amp;amp;quot;Also, anyone who&amp;amp;#39;s willing to pitch in a little extra, this mission will also extend underground into the sewer system. I don&amp;amp;#39;t want something sneaking in under our feet. I can&amp;amp;#39;t promise that there aren&amp;amp;#39;t ferals down there, so combatants might get a bit of a workout, and the damage from neglect is likely to be more extensive. Note: since your bells wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be heard above-ground, nobody goes sewer-side until we have at least three teams ready to do so.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha grins and gives a sharp nod to Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Sounds good. This should work nicely, if I&amp;amp;#39;m hearing the plan correctly.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur looks back to the podium, and Aaron, to hear more detailed instructions. She glances out over the sea of heads and her height lets her see there seem to be several teams already forming, or formed. With her prospective teammate already standing on her back, Nisha takes care to prevent Jaro from falling off her back while she walks towards the podium. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know I have to particularly call hir name because shi&amp;amp;#39;s right here, but... Nisha and Jaro reporting for duty.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she stands at the base of the raised podium.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara takes a deep breath, and walks up to the stage to sign up for duty. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;d like to be the expert for a group,&amp;amp;quot; she says, before looking out into the small crowd. &amp;amp;quot;and Vaeri, you okay to group up in lieu of Brahms? I figure even if he was still here, we&amp;amp;#39;d probably still be together, too!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hehehe.&amp;amp;quot; Redd chuckles at Foxheart. &amp;amp;quot;But you make such a cute plushie! Maybe we could use a plushie version of you to negotiate with ferals.&amp;amp;quot; He gives her a hug, and raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll volunteer for sewer duty if you need someone for it. Otherwise, perfectly fine topside.&amp;amp;quot; The coyote watches the others, and whispers something in the feathery kitsune&amp;amp;#39;s ears.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor snickers at Cameron, shrugs. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know about a tank, but a few ferals, sure. You and me then.&amp;amp;quot; The Fox nods, shifts about on his feet. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna be a long night, I think.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;quot;I would happily take either role, but if Foxheart would join, I&amp;amp;#39;d enjoy her protection.&amp;amp;quot; considering for a moment, she pauses to turn to Aaron &amp;amp;quot;Were you going to assign teams?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah looks over to Sensuen, feeling good about pairing up with hir. &amp;amp;quot;You can join me! I already have plenty of instraments for analysis. You be my guard and I&amp;amp;#39;ll do the surveying.&amp;amp;quot; She then looks through her bag and pulls out a fresh notebook, getting ready to take notes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart makes her way over to Redd at that mention, punching him in the arm with surprising firmness. &amp;amp;quot;Since I got stuck in a plush form I got cuddled and poked and squeezed sore yesterday by my friend.&amp;amp;quot; She huffs softly at that. Loveblade gets a wave, herself, but she has affairs to settle! &amp;amp;quot;So many guns about, too. Not sure how well I&amp;amp;#39;d fit into any squad with only swords.&amp;amp;#39;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro gives a thumbs up from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back.  Shi&amp;amp;#39;s sure nobody can see it, because, y&amp;amp;#39;know, Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s upper torso is taller than shi is in hir entirety, but stil.  &amp;amp;quot;I have absolutely no problem watching your back.  And if there&amp;amp;#39;s a smaller space that needs attention, we can probably swap roles, too, since I&amp;amp;#39;m at least passable with the tech and mapping type things.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia takes a puff of her cigarette listenning to the bunny. This could work out in her favour, one way or the other. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m sure Zephyr would be more then happy to keep me and few other agents busier. This after all will make streets a little cleaner which in the long run may be a good for them. Please, kindly sign me up.&amp;amp;quot; She sighs rolling her eyes, a good time for another puff. &amp;amp;quot;And what is this nosense about taking us away from our life? If you can go out without something humping your boots, it is an unavoidable part of our life. We need to get as many creatures involed as possible!&amp;amp;quot; Listening to the others talk, she can&amp;amp;#39;t help but let out another sigh. &amp;amp;quot;The rabbit there didn&amp;amp;#39;t say anything about &amp;amp;#39;not fucking&amp;amp;#39; because we aren&amp;amp;#39;t a group of ferals in heat or rut who are going out for a daily walk...&amp;amp;quot; She smirks addind quietly to that. &amp;amp;quot;Well... I suppose some may as well be.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron hears the instructions the bunny named Aaron gave out and says to himself &amp;amp;quot;Well I guess I will be the combatant.&amp;amp;quot; since he knows that info gathering is not his strong suit in the slightest. He then looks around if to see if there is anyone he knows that would like to pair up with him, otherwise he will pair up with a stranger. He looks down at Parthy and asks &amp;amp;quot;You mind if I team up with you? You might not think much of me, but I can take a hit when need.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It did take a while, but it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t so long before a figure familiar to some flew close to the stage. As it landed, loud mechanical whirring could be heard as its wings retracted. Stepping closer and with almost no idea of what was going on except for what she read on the posters and flyers, the very sizable humanoid robot looked around the crowd, scanning it. &amp;amp;quot;So uh. Who&amp;amp;#39;s in charge? I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I&amp;amp;#39;m slightly late, but if you&amp;amp;#39;re doing what I think you&amp;amp;#39;re doing, perhaps you&amp;amp;#39;ll need a little bit of fire support.&amp;amp;quot; And in fire support, Naiko wasn&amp;amp;#39;t lacking, counting with an arsenal ranging from high caliber mounted firearms to missiles and various types of drones all over the robot&amp;amp;#39;s several mounting points.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron smiles broadly as she looks out among the group. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve been assured by my contacts in Zephyr that if we can form a good report that gives enough info, there&amp;amp;#39;s a good chance this can actually be a thing. I&amp;amp;#39;ve been doing enough architecture work lately that I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I can write one up, so long as I have the data I need. Now, if we can just distinguish who wants to be an expert versus who wants to be a combatant, we can get this mission underway. Also, if you have a specific person (or people, groups don&amp;amp;#39;t have to be precisely two) that you want to work with, come up here and call their name.&amp;amp;quot; A pause follows, and she notes, &amp;amp;quot;Also, anyone who&amp;amp;#39;s willing to pitch in a little extra, this mission will also extend underground into the sewer system. I don&amp;amp;#39;t want something sneaking in under our feet. I can&amp;amp;#39;t promise that there aren&amp;amp;#39;t ferals down there, so combatants might get a bit of a workout, and the damage from neglect is likely to be more extensive. Note: since your bells wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be heard above-ground, nobody goes sewer-side until we have at least three teams ready to do so.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha grins and gives a sharp nod to Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Sounds good. This should work nicely, if I&amp;amp;#39;m hearing the plan correctly.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur looks back to the podium, and Aaron, to hear more detailed instructions. She glances out over the sea of heads and her height lets her see there seem to be several teams already forming, or formed. With her prospective teammate already standing on her back, Nisha takes care to prevent Jaro from falling off her back while she walks towards the podium. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know I have to particularly call hir name because shi&amp;amp;#39;s right here, but... Nisha and Jaro reporting for duty.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she stands at the base of the raised podium.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara takes a deep breath, and walks up to the stage to sign up for duty. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;d like to be the expert for a group,&amp;amp;quot; she says, before looking out into the small crowd. &amp;amp;quot;and Vaeri, you okay to group up in lieu of Brahms? I figure even if he was still here, we&amp;amp;#39;d probably still be together, too!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hehehe.&amp;amp;quot; Redd chuckles at Foxheart. &amp;amp;quot;But you make such a cute plushie! Maybe we could use a plushie version of you to negotiate with ferals.&amp;amp;quot; He gives her a hug, and raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll volunteer for sewer duty if you need someone for it. Otherwise, perfectly fine topside.&amp;amp;quot; The coyote watches the others, and whispers something in the feathery kitsune&amp;amp;#39;s ears.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor snickers at Cameron, shrugs. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know about a tank, but a few ferals, sure. You and me then.&amp;amp;quot; The Fox nods, shifts about on his feet. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna be a long night, I think.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel, still smirking, whistles up to Aaron as he approaches the podium. &amp;amp;quot;Yo, me and Cameron got the sewers.&amp;amp;quot; Glances back at her, shrugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thel, still smirking, whistles up to Aaron as he approaches the podium. &amp;amp;quot;Yo, me and Cameron got the sewers.&amp;amp;quot; Glances back at her, shrugs&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris jerks his head toward the stage as he joins Edel. &amp;amp;quot;You wanna be an expert?&amp;amp;quot; he asks lightly, &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not all that good at measuring and note taking. I can do whatever else you want, though!&amp;amp;quot; He pulls a packet of cookies from his gun belt, takes one, then passes the packet to Edel. &amp;amp;quot;Or we could take someone else along,&amp;amp;quot; he offers happily, &amp;amp;quot;If you don&amp;amp;#39;t want to be the expert.&amp;amp;quot; The burly tanuki bounces on his toes. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s boogie!&amp;amp;quot; he says with glee. It has been a while since he has really explored the area near Zephyr.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel offers a little shrug, smiling at Fenris. &amp;amp;quot;If you do not wish to measure, and if we can&amp;amp;#39;t find a third, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be the expert of our pair. I imagine it won&amp;amp;#39;t change much anyway. I&amp;amp;#39;ve still got my weapons on me and am not planning on giving them up just because I&amp;amp;#39;ll be taking measurements.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron turned back to the bunny and nodded as she explained some more about the task ahead of them. Seemed they had quite the task ahead of them regardless of the role one would take. Still she could likely be of use here as an expert, she had some knowledge of structures and about buildings. She then looked at Thel and then all the gear that he was decked out in, and given his outburst earlier it seemed likely he was going to let out some frustration out on some ferals if he could. After a moment she follows the fox a step and holds up her hand before stopping beside the large vulpine morph. She then pointed to him. &amp;amp;quot;I can be his expert.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb looks around with a smarmy look on his face. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, come on. I&amp;amp;#39;m starting to feel like the last kid picked in dodgeball. I&amp;amp;#39;m getting high school flashbacks here.&amp;amp;quot; Eh, but fine. Any way that he can get out of a dangerous, horrifying job is just plain alright by him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs and says &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s fine it would be even better if Brahms comes along too, but I guess it&amp;amp;#39;s alright for now if it&amp;amp;#39;s just the two of us&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah slings her bow back onto over her shoulder, taking Sensuen&amp;amp;#39;s hand and raising her own. She then walks up to the stage. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m Zophah and I&amp;amp;#39;ll be the Expert for the pairing with Sensuen here.&amp;amp;quot; She then takes a look back to Sensuen and asks &amp;amp;quot;Are you ok doing sewer duty with me if possible? I can give you a good bath afterwards if need be.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart tilts her head and listens to Redd for a moment. If she had any reaction to what he said she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t showing it past the light grimace at the mention of a sewer. Perhaps she shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have worn a nice kimono today! &amp;amp;quot;Is this the first time we&amp;amp;#39;re fighting together, then?&amp;amp;quot; She asks softly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns to Tyron the bull, she looks rather annoyed at the crazy suggestion of her teaming up with him! A heavy sighs can be heard as she rolls her eyes looking away from him. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could bare to be around you for some ammount of time.&amp;amp;quot; The cigarette returns to her mouth as she looks around the croud. None look as good as she would have loved them to, so.. There wasn&amp;amp;#39;t much of a choise really. &amp;amp;quot;As long as you can manage to keep yourself up to date without me having to baby sit your large ass, I think we can manage to accomplish something.&amp;amp;quot; She mumbles letting the smoke escape through her lips as she&amp;amp;#39;ve spoken. &amp;amp;quot;Anyways though... Seem like it&amp;amp;#39;s my turn for glory.&amp;amp;quot; She sorta walked in the direction of the stage, though there were quite a few beasts between her and the bunny, so she just yelled out. &amp;amp;quot;Parthenia Kairis here! I will just fill the gap. If you need an expert or a combatant I will take the role.&amp;amp;quot; She crinkled her nose. &amp;amp;quot;Another human would be an ideal partner.&amp;amp;quot; She raises her hand pointing at one who was picked last for dodgeball. &amp;amp;quot;Like... That guy!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron hears what she said about the sewers and he gets a little excited. It has been a while since he got to use the sword he made and he is dying to use his new drone. Having been shot down by Parthy he shrugs and walks up to the podium. &amp;amp;quot;Tyron will be a combatant for any group lacking one. I am not picky.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;So, bells, squads, experts, combatants? I guess I&amp;amp;#39;m in just in time then.&amp;amp;quot; Naiko walked up closer to the stage and closer to the bunny. &amp;amp;quot;While I don&amp;amp;#39;t have anyone specific in mind to call, I gladly volunteer to be a combatant. I&amp;amp;#39;ve been handling ferals for quite some time now so I don&amp;amp;#39;t think a couple more would be a problem.&amp;amp;quot; Scanning the crowd a little more, she tilted her head, unable to really recognize anyone.. Except for.. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. Hey there.&amp;amp;quot; She waved over to Forkbomb, Parthenia and Sensuen, recognizing the humans and the sea angel.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron does a little cross-referencing with her comm unit to determine names. &amp;amp;quot;All right. Teams and assignments are as follows! Northwest doesn&amp;amp;#39;t need to be checked out; that&amp;amp;#39;s Lyli&amp;amp;#39;s Emporium, and Zephyr has been taking good care of it. Nisha and Jaro! Take the northern street, up to the next intersection. Check the outsides of buildings. Astara and Vaeri! You&amp;amp;#39;ve got the restaurant to the northeast. Thel and Cameron, street to the east, up to the intersection. Redd and Foxheart, you&amp;amp;#39;ve got...&amp;amp;quot; She pauses, making a slight correction. &amp;amp;quot;...the warehouse to the southwest. Fenris and Edel, street to the west. Zophah and Sensuen, you&amp;amp;#39;ve got the car wash to the southeast. Parthenia, Forkbomb, you&amp;amp;#39;ve got the street to the south. Which leaves us Tyron and Naiko. If you&amp;amp;#39;re willing to be a team, We&amp;amp;#39;ve actually got the cardinal directions covered, so if you want to hang back in case someone needs to go, that&amp;amp;#39;s fine. If you want to head out, I understand that too. Your call.&amp;amp;quot; Looking at the teams, she holds up a bell and a flashlight. &amp;amp;quot;Each team gets one of each. I explained the bell; I hope you know what to do with the flashlight. Everyone got their assignments?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha waits for Aaron to call out her and Jaro&amp;amp;#39;s assignment, then nods and looks back over her shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, ready to go?&amp;amp;quot; She asks, then takes a moment to let Jaro get hirself settled on Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back. When Aaron hands out the bells and flashlights, Nisha takes the ones she&amp;amp;#39;s offered. She knows where they&amp;amp;#39;re going, but she decides not to run off just yet, instead simply stepping out of the way of the other teams until such time as she is given the go ahead to move out&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering what to say, she takes a deep breath before loud enough to be heard &amp;amp;quot;Aaron, I&amp;amp;#39;m glad you&amp;amp;#39;re spear-heading this project. Did you have a plan of action in mind?&amp;amp;quot; her purr rumbles at the last, lifting her chin with a little chirrup of greeting for her lapine companion. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;*speaking just loud enough&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff glances around. Hearing that the street sweep didn&amp;amp;#39;t have to be messy gave him a little more confidence in this mob. As much as he felt like speaking, the questions he would&amp;amp;#39;ve asked have been asked already by others. He waited to hear what plan this agent had for the expansion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Anyana moves in closer into the group, hoping that Aaron would spot her. As a rule, if one of her mates was utterly gung-ho about something, as Aaron obviously was, she was behind it too. Now if only she could get up on the stage and talk to her... To see just what was going on. Something about Zephyr getting more control...? &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Brahms smiles at Astara. He then focuses on what the other morphs had to say, including Astara&amp;amp;#39;s own doubts. &amp;amp;quot;Clearly I would also have gone with the route that gives me more fo- focus on the matter.&amp;amp;quot; He quickly ammends &amp;amp;quot;But...&amp;amp;quot; His eyes focus on Aaron &amp;amp;quot;If we are going to do it the easy way, I have no qualms about it either.&amp;amp;quot; He yawns a bit again as he keeps an arm around Vaeri&amp;amp;#39;s waist. &amp;amp;quot;Fighting is more interesting, baby.&amp;amp;quot; He answers to his mate before he grows quiet again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart wanders past the lobby. She does notice the commotion, the kitsune hybrid resting her hands on the hilt of her twin blades. &amp;amp;quot;Fighting offers no long term solution to ferals. Clean the streets on a regular basis.&amp;amp;quot; The kitsune does wander closer to listen to the speaker, spotting a few friends in the way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro works hir way through the crowd to sidle up next to Nisha.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey, sorry I&amp;amp;#39;m late.  What&amp;amp;#39;s going on?  I caught something about not fighting and ferals moving?&amp;amp;quot; shi asks the big &amp;amp;#39;taur.  &amp;amp;quot;Though it sounds like someone&amp;amp;#39;s opinion of the bureaucrats is right up there with mine,&amp;amp;quot; shi mutters, flicking the tip of hir tail in the direction of Forkbomb&amp;amp;#39;s voice.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia walks out looking like she&amp;amp;#39;ve got a wrong memo. Armed and armored to the teeth the mutant hating human has joined the gathering that didn&amp;amp;#39;t look all that hostile at all! Smooth skinned population was kept to minimum too, but the subject was sensetive! Perhaps there will be blood. The words will be said the things will be done and at best a few hairy bastards will die in the ordeal. Staying in the back lines, she pulled out a pack of cigaretes, pulled out one of them cancer sticks and got it going. Fork there had a good point going about Zephyr being good for shit. She was going to add a thought or two of her own but... Her uniform kinda had Zephyr logos all over it so... Gotta have at least a bit of a brand pride, huh? And they did pay her enough...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron quickly rushes to the entrance of Zephyr after he oversleep. As picks up the pace as he sees a huge crowd outside. As he approches he sees the bunny on a small podium and hears bit and pieces of a fight. Since he was late and did not hear what is going on he tries to make his way through the crowd and find someone who can fill him in. In the end he asks a random person next to him what is going on which turns out to be Parthy. &amp;amp;quot;Hey Party, do you think you can catch me up to speed on what we will be doing. It sounds like we are reclaiming territory from the bits of conversation I picked up, but I am also hearing about a fight? I am not sure.&amp;amp;quot; he says with a confused look.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron draws in a slow breath, and reminds herself that people are going to have differing priorities and /she expected that/, so it&amp;amp;#39;s okay. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid we need help from Zephyr on this, and they&amp;amp;#39;re still a business...and to get something FROM a business, you have to give something TO a business. Unless we can get enough normal agents to staff the walls 24/7, we&amp;amp;#39;ll need their employee force to handle the expansion. I&amp;amp;#39;m not in love with the idea either, but if we want to make things safer for the weaker residents of this town, I don&amp;amp;#39;t see a lot of options.&amp;amp;quot; With that, her gaze turns more serious as she looks out among the crowd. &amp;amp;quot;Now, if we&amp;amp;#39;re going to do this, we&amp;amp;#39;re going to do this intelligently. I don&amp;amp;#39;t want anyone at risk. So I have a few rules that I need everyone to follow if you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be part of this project. These rules exist for your benefit and for the benefit of our goal, and they need to be heeded 100% of the time.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Rule #1: We go and investigate in teams. Each team consists of no less than one combatant and one expert. They can not be the same person! The combatant&amp;amp;#39;s job is to protect the expert, stand guard, and deal with any attacks. Experts will be equipped with a bell; if you are being attacked, your job is to ring the bell and keep ringing it until help arrives. Ferals will not want to fight us if we support one another. Experts, your standard role is to take measurements, note damages, and otherwise gather information in your assigned area that will go toward the report I write for Zephyr.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Rule #2: If you need to leave, I completely understand. This mission is not intended to interrupt your life, and I know that some of you have places to be and people to do. I only ask that if someone needs to leave, /the whole team/ comes back here to report in. The person who&amp;amp;#39;s leaving can freely do so, and their partner will get a new assigned partner as soon as one comes available. I expect people to join us late, so you probably won&amp;amp;#39;t have to wait long. And those are the two big rules. Any questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s smile grows and she lets her arms fall to her sides as most of the dissent simmers down a little bit. The assembled dislike of Zephry drags at her a bit, though that&amp;amp;#39;s nothing she&amp;amp;#39;s unfamiliar with, so she continues to hold her tongue. No need to get anyone riled up again so soon after they calmed down. The panther takes a moment to secure her weapons at the assurance that combat isn&amp;amp;#39;t guaranteed. As Jaro sidles up next to her, Nisha looks down in slight surprise and smiles. &amp;amp;quot;Hey there. It&amp;amp;#39;s alright, nothing&amp;amp;#39;s really happened yet. C&amp;amp;#39;mere, let&amp;amp;#39;s get you a better view.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur leans down and picks Jaro up and lifts the small mouse onto her lower back, then turns so Jaro will have a view of the podium, instead of just Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s upper back. As she listens to the parameters of the mission, Nisha humms for a moment, then looks back at Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Well, that sounds like it would fit us alright. I can take the measurements and stuff.&amp;amp;quot; She says after Aaron finishes her speech.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sensuen looks to what the gathered crowd does and says in support of her words, or maybe in opposition, she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really know quite yet. Sen nods to Zophah and says, &amp;amp;quot;Alright then.&amp;amp;quot; to Zophah before she listens to Loveblade, it seems Love&amp;amp;#39;s efforts go beyond the immediate needs of the crowd that Sen got caught up in. Sen gives a sigh before she nods to herself, getting her wits together for everyones&amp;amp;#39; sakes out here, or at least giving her best shot to do so. Sen takes in the information that people operate in pairs out here one stands guard while the other one takes measurements and notes. Sen&amp;amp;#39;s not quite so equipped for measuring stuff out as she didn&amp;amp;#39;t bring that stuff with her. Maybe Zephyr will supply tools if people didn&amp;amp;#39;t bring their own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Experts being what... Surveyors, Psych specialists, Architects?&amp;amp;quot; Redd calls up. &amp;amp;quot;I can do any of those, or fighting...&amp;amp;quot; The coyote scans the crowd, picking out a couple of friends amongst. &amp;amp;quot;At least I see a few people I know I can work with.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor smiles behind his facescarf at Cameron. &amp;amp;quot;Glad to be around. Hope it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t go too badly. Big numbers here.&amp;amp;quot; The Fox nods again, resumes listening to all of the things being said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering what to say, she takes a deep breath before loud enough to be heard &amp;amp;quot;Aaron, I&amp;amp;#39;m glad you&amp;amp;#39;re spear-heading this project. Did you have a plan of action in mind?&amp;amp;quot; her purr rumbles at the last, lifting her chin with a little chirrup of greeting for her lapine companion. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;*speaking just loud enough&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joseff glances around. Hearing that the street sweep didn&amp;amp;#39;t have to be messy gave him a little more confidence in this mob. As much as he felt like speaking, the questions he would&amp;amp;#39;ve asked have been asked already by others. He waited to hear what plan this agent had for the expansion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Anyana moves in closer into the group, hoping that Aaron would spot her. As a rule, if one of her mates was utterly gung-ho about something, as Aaron obviously was, she was behind it too. Now if only she could get up on the stage and talk to her... To see just what was going on. Something about Zephyr getting more control...? &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Brahms smiles at Astara. He then focuses on what the other morphs had to say, including Astara&amp;amp;#39;s own doubts. &amp;amp;quot;Clearly I would also have gone with the route that gives me more fo- focus on the matter.&amp;amp;quot; He quickly ammends &amp;amp;quot;But...&amp;amp;quot; His eyes focus on Aaron &amp;amp;quot;If we are going to do it the easy way, I have no qualms about it either.&amp;amp;quot; He yawns a bit again as he keeps an arm around Vaeri&amp;amp;#39;s waist. &amp;amp;quot;Fighting is more interesting, baby.&amp;amp;quot; He answers to his mate before he grows quiet again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart wanders past the lobby. She does notice the commotion, the kitsune hybrid resting her hands on the hilt of her twin blades. &amp;amp;quot;Fighting offers no long term solution to ferals. Clean the streets on a regular basis.&amp;amp;quot; The kitsune does wander closer to listen to the speaker, spotting a few friends in the way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro works hir way through the crowd to sidle up next to Nisha.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey, sorry I&amp;amp;#39;m late.  What&amp;amp;#39;s going on?  I caught something about not fighting and ferals moving?&amp;amp;quot; shi asks the big &amp;amp;#39;taur.  &amp;amp;quot;Though it sounds like someone&amp;amp;#39;s opinion of the bureaucrats is right up there with mine,&amp;amp;quot; shi mutters, flicking the tip of hir tail in the direction of Forkbomb&amp;amp;#39;s voice.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia walks out looking like she&amp;amp;#39;ve got a wrong memo. Armed and armored to the teeth the mutant hating human has joined the gathering that didn&amp;amp;#39;t look all that hostile at all! Smooth skinned population was kept to minimum too, but the subject was sensetive! Perhaps there will be blood. The words will be said the things will be done and at best a few hairy bastards will die in the ordeal. Staying in the back lines, she pulled out a pack of cigaretes, pulled out one of them cancer sticks and got it going. Fork there had a good point going about Zephyr being good for shit. She was going to add a thought or two of her own but... Her uniform kinda had Zephyr logos all over it so... Gotta have at least a bit of a brand pride, huh? And they did pay her enough...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron quickly rushes to the entrance of Zephyr after he oversleep. As picks up the pace as he sees a huge crowd outside. As he approches he sees the bunny on a small podium and hears bit and pieces of a fight. Since he was late and did not hear what is going on he tries to make his way through the crowd and find someone who can fill him in. In the end he asks a random person next to him what is going on which turns out to be Parthy. &amp;amp;quot;Hey Party, do you think you can catch me up to speed on what we will be doing. It sounds like we are reclaiming territory from the bits of conversation I picked up, but I am also hearing about a fight? I am not sure.&amp;amp;quot; he says with a confused look.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron draws in a slow breath, and reminds herself that people are going to have differing priorities and /she expected that/, so it&amp;amp;#39;s okay. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid we need help from Zephyr on this, and they&amp;amp;#39;re still a business...and to get something FROM a business, you have to give something TO a business. Unless we can get enough normal agents to staff the walls 24/7, we&amp;amp;#39;ll need their employee force to handle the expansion. I&amp;amp;#39;m not in love with the idea either, but if we want to make things safer for the weaker residents of this town, I don&amp;amp;#39;t see a lot of options.&amp;amp;quot; With that, her gaze turns more serious as she looks out among the crowd. &amp;amp;quot;Now, if we&amp;amp;#39;re going to do this, we&amp;amp;#39;re going to do this intelligently. I don&amp;amp;#39;t want anyone at risk. So I have a few rules that I need everyone to follow if you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be part of this project. These rules exist for your benefit and for the benefit of our goal, and they need to be heeded 100% of the time.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Rule #1: We go and investigate in teams. Each team consists of no less than one combatant and one expert. They can not be the same person! The combatant&amp;amp;#39;s job is to protect the expert, stand guard, and deal with any attacks. Experts will be equipped with a bell; if you are being attacked, your job is to ring the bell and keep ringing it until help arrives. Ferals will not want to fight us if we support one another. Experts, your standard role is to take measurements, note damages, and otherwise gather information in your assigned area that will go toward the report I write for Zephyr.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Rule #2: If you need to leave, I completely understand. This mission is not intended to interrupt your life, and I know that some of you have places to be and people to do. I only ask that if someone needs to leave, /the whole team/ comes back here to report in. The person who&amp;amp;#39;s leaving can freely do so, and their partner will get a new assigned partner as soon as one comes available. I expect people to join us late, so you probably won&amp;amp;#39;t have to wait long. And those are the two big rules. Any questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s smile grows and she lets her arms fall to her sides as most of the dissent simmers down a little bit. The assembled dislike of Zephry drags at her a bit, though that&amp;amp;#39;s nothing she&amp;amp;#39;s unfamiliar with, so she continues to hold her tongue. No need to get anyone riled up again so soon after they calmed down. The panther takes a moment to secure her weapons at the assurance that combat isn&amp;amp;#39;t guaranteed. As Jaro sidles up next to her, Nisha looks down in slight surprise and smiles. &amp;amp;quot;Hey there. It&amp;amp;#39;s alright, nothing&amp;amp;#39;s really happened yet. C&amp;amp;#39;mere, let&amp;amp;#39;s get you a better view.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur leans down and picks Jaro up and lifts the small mouse onto her lower back, then turns so Jaro will have a view of the podium, instead of just Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s upper back. As she listens to the parameters of the mission, Nisha humms for a moment, then looks back at Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Well, that sounds like it would fit us alright. I can take the measurements and stuff.&amp;amp;quot; She says after Aaron finishes her speech.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sensuen looks to what the gathered crowd does and says in support of her words, or maybe in opposition, she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really know quite yet. Sen nods to Zophah and says, &amp;amp;quot;Alright then.&amp;amp;quot; to Zophah before she listens to Loveblade, it seems Love&amp;amp;#39;s efforts go beyond the immediate needs of the crowd that Sen got caught up in. Sen gives a sigh before she nods to herself, getting her wits together for everyones&amp;amp;#39; sakes out here, or at least giving her best shot to do so. Sen takes in the information that people operate in pairs out here one stands guard while the other one takes measurements and notes. Sen&amp;amp;#39;s not quite so equipped for measuring stuff out as she didn&amp;amp;#39;t bring that stuff with her. Maybe Zephyr will supply tools if people didn&amp;amp;#39;t bring their own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Experts being what... Surveyors, Psych specialists, Architects?&amp;amp;quot; Redd calls up. &amp;amp;quot;I can do any of those, or fighting...&amp;amp;quot; The coyote scans the crowd, picking out a couple of friends amongst. &amp;amp;quot;At least I see a few people I know I can work with.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor smiles behind his facescarf at Cameron. &amp;amp;quot;Glad to be around. Hope it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t go too badly. Big numbers here.&amp;amp;quot; The Fox nods again, resumes listening to all of the things being said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m good with the rules. I&amp;amp;#39;m surprised you didn&amp;amp;#39;t say &amp;amp;#39;no fucking while you work.&amp;amp;#39;&amp;amp;quot; The fox snickers, waits... Is very obviously a combat guy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara taps the fingers of one of her hands on the side of her face, a little lost in thought, and thinking out loud; &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, it&amp;amp;#39;s been a while since I&amp;amp;#39;ve last done some proper surveying...&amp;amp;quot; she muses, shaking her head slightly and widening her eyes as she brings her focus back out of her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m in, if I can be a Expert!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a smile, looking around to see who else asides from Brahms and Vaeri she recognizes in the crowd.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris raises his hand. &amp;amp;quot;Dibs on Edel!&amp;amp;quot; he cries, eager to join forces with a fellow tanuki. Whatever misgivings he may have about working with/for/or nearby Zephyr are forgotten at the prospect of adventure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel tilts her head to the side, considering that before shrugging and stepping forward, tail flicking. &amp;amp;quot;I can be whatever you need me to be. My sword is second to none, but I make for a good expert as well,&amp;amp;quot; she says, smiling at Fenris. &amp;amp;quot;Ah, my tanuki champion. Yes, I would be happy to work with you.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron nods at the rules laid out by the small bunny up on the podium, they sounded fair to her. Her hands dipping into each of her pockets and pouches to see what sort of tools she hand taken with her as welll as any weapons. Looking over to Thel and then to the other armoured figures she realized she should be the expert. Hopefully her tools would let her take measures, if not she always had a rolled up rule. She then looked up at Thel curiously, wondering if he would let her tag along. &amp;amp;quot;Can I go with you and be your expert? You seem ready to take on a tank or three.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs and snuggles into Brahms arms looking up at him again and saying to her mate, &amp;amp;quot;Looks like there may just be a little bit of combat, unless we end up scaring all the ferals.&amp;amp;quot; still listening for any more announcements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m good with the rules. I&amp;amp;#39;m surprised you didn&amp;amp;#39;t say &amp;amp;#39;no fucking while you work.&amp;amp;#39;&amp;amp;quot; The fox snickers, waits... Is very obviously a combat guy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara taps the fingers of one of her hands on the side of her face, a little lost in thought, and thinking out loud; &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, it&amp;amp;#39;s been a while since I&amp;amp;#39;ve last done some proper surveying...&amp;amp;quot; she muses, shaking her head slightly and widening her eyes as she brings her focus back out of her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m in, if I can be a Expert!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a smile, looking around to see who else asides from Brahms and Vaeri she recognizes in the crowd.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Fenris raises his hand. &amp;amp;quot;Dibs on Edel!&amp;amp;quot; he cries, eager to join forces with a fellow tanuki. Whatever misgivings he may have about working with/for/or nearby Zephyr are forgotten at the prospect of adventure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Edel tilts her head to the side, considering that before shrugging and stepping forward, tail flicking. &amp;amp;quot;I can be whatever you need me to be. My sword is second to none, but I make for a good expert as well,&amp;amp;quot; she says, smiling at Fenris. &amp;amp;quot;Ah, my tanuki champion. Yes, I would be happy to work with you.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Cameron nods at the rules laid out by the small bunny up on the podium, they sounded fair to her. Her hands dipping into each of her pockets and pouches to see what sort of tools she hand taken with her as welll as any weapons. Looking over to Thel and then to the other armoured figures she realized she should be the expert. Hopefully her tools would let her take measures, if not she always had a rolled up rule. She then looked up at Thel curiously, wondering if he would let her tag along. &amp;amp;quot;Can I go with you and be your expert? You seem ready to take on a tank or three.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vaeri shrugs and snuggles into Brahms arms looking up at him again and saying to her mate, &amp;amp;quot;Looks like there may just be a little bit of combat, unless we end up scaring all the ferals.&amp;amp;quot; still listening for any more announcements&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Forkbomb looks around. Well. Looks like this is happening. And if it&amp;amp;#39;s happening, he&amp;amp;#39;s getting his cut of the city. &amp;amp;quot;... Tech Expert here. You put me in front of a computer or a fixture, I can probably find out anything you need to know about it. If you need me to do, like, survivorman stuff, you better put me on Combat team.  I&amp;amp;#39;m not the greatest at combat, but I know how to work a gun good enough to put bullets center mass. Good question is, who&amp;amp;#39;s getting paired with who?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Loveblade catches a shadow in the doorway, spotting the relaxed stance of a practiced warrior, a pose she knows well. Waving Foxheart over, she moves to the right and comes closer to the steps, taking in the new view of the street while scanning the crowd.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;amp;quot;I would happily take either role, but if Foxheart would join, I&amp;amp;#39;d enjoy her protection.&amp;amp;quot; considering for a moment, she pauses to turn to Aaron &amp;amp;quot;Were you going to assign teams?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah looks over to Sensuen, feeling good about pairing up with hir. &amp;amp;quot;You can join me! I already have plenty of instraments for analysis. You be my guard and I&amp;amp;#39;ll do the surveying.&amp;amp;quot; She then looks through her bag and pulls out a fresh notebook, getting ready to take notes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Foxheart makes her way over to Redd at that mention, punching him in the arm with surprising firmness. &amp;amp;quot;Since I got stuck in a plush form I got cuddled and poked and squeezed sore yesterday by my friend.&amp;amp;quot; She huffs softly at that. Loveblade gets a wave, herself, but she has affairs to settle! &amp;amp;quot;So many guns about, too. Not sure how well I&amp;amp;#39;d fit into any squad with only swords.&amp;amp;#39;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jaro gives a thumbs up from Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s back.  Shi&amp;amp;#39;s sure nobody can see it, because, y&amp;amp;#39;know, Nisha&amp;amp;#39;s upper torso is taller than shi is in hir entirety, but stil.  &amp;amp;quot;I have absolutely no problem watching your back.  And if there&amp;amp;#39;s a smaller space that needs attention, we can probably swap roles, too, since I&amp;amp;#39;m at least passable with the tech and mapping type things.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia takes a puff of her cigarette listenning to the bunny. This could work out in her favour, one way or the other. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m sure Zephyr would be more then happy to keep me and few other agents busier. This after all will make streets a little cleaner which in the long run may be a good for them. Please, kindly sign me up.&amp;amp;quot; She sighs rolling her eyes, a good time for another puff. &amp;amp;quot;And what is this nosense about taking us away from our life? If you can go out without something humping your boots, it is an unavoidable part of our life. We need to get as many creatures involed as possible!&amp;amp;quot; Listening to the others talk, she can&amp;amp;#39;t help but let out another sigh. &amp;amp;quot;The rabbit there didn&amp;amp;#39;t say anything about &amp;amp;#39;not fucking&amp;amp;#39; because we aren&amp;amp;#39;t a group of ferals in heat or rut who are going out for a daily walk...&amp;amp;quot; She smirks addind quietly to that. &amp;amp;quot;Well... I suppose some may as well be.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Tyron hears the instructions the bunny named Aaron gave out and says to himself &amp;amp;quot;Well I guess I will be the combatant.&amp;amp;quot; since he knows that info gathering is not his strong suit in the slightest. He then looks around if to see if there is anyone he knows that would like to pair up with him, otherwise he will pair up with a stranger. He looks down at Parthy and asks &amp;amp;quot;You mind if I team up with you? You might not think much of me, but I can take a hit when need.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It did take a while, but it wasn&amp;amp;#39;t so long before a figure familiar to some flew close to the stage. As it landed, loud mechanical whirring could be heard as its wings retracted. Stepping closer and with almost no idea of what was going on except for what she read on the posters and flyers, the very sizable humanoid robot looked around the crowd, scanning it. &amp;amp;quot;So uh. Who&amp;amp;#39;s in charge? I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I&amp;amp;#39;m slightly late, but if you&amp;amp;#39;re doing what I think you&amp;amp;#39;re doing, perhaps you&amp;amp;#39;ll need a little bit of fire support.&amp;amp;quot; And in fire support, Naiko wasn&amp;amp;#39;t lacking, counting with an arsenal ranging from high caliber mounted firearms to missiles and various types of drones all over the robot&amp;amp;#39;s several mounting points.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron smiles broadly as she looks out among the group. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ve been assured by my contacts in Zephyr that if we can form a good report that gives enough info, there&amp;amp;#39;s a good chance this can actually be a thing. I&amp;amp;#39;ve been doing enough architecture work lately that I&amp;amp;#39;m pretty sure I can write one up, so long as I have the data I need. Now, if we can just distinguish who wants to be an expert versus who wants to be a combatant, we can get this mission underway. Also, if you have a specific person (or people, groups don&amp;amp;#39;t have to be precisely two) that you want to work with, come up here and call their name.&amp;amp;quot; A pause follows, and she notes, &amp;amp;quot;Also, anyone who&amp;amp;#39;s willing to pitch in a little extra, this mission will also extend underground into the sewer system. I don&amp;amp;#39;t want something sneaking in under our feet. I can&amp;amp;#39;t promise that there aren&amp;amp;#39;t ferals down there, so combatants might get a bit of a workout, and the damage from neglect is likely to be more extensive. Note: since your bells wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be heard above-ground, nobody goes sewer-side until we have at least three teams ready to do so.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Nisha grins and gives a sharp nod to Jaro. &amp;amp;quot;Sounds good. This should work nicely, if I&amp;amp;#39;m hearing the plan correctly.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur looks back to the podium, and Aaron, to hear more detailed instructions. She glances out over the sea of heads and her height lets her see there seem to be several teams already forming, or formed. With her prospective teammate already standing on her back, Nisha takes care to prevent Jaro from falling off her back while she walks towards the podium. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know I have to particularly call hir name because shi&amp;amp;#39;s right here, but... Nisha and Jaro reporting for duty.&amp;amp;quot; The panther taur says as she stands at the base of the raised podium.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara takes a deep breath, and walks up to the stage to sign up for duty. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;d like to be the expert for a group,&amp;amp;quot; she says, before looking out into the small crowd. &amp;amp;quot;and Vaeri, you okay to group up in lieu of Brahms? I figure even if he was still here, we&amp;amp;#39;d probably still be together, too!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hehehe.&amp;amp;quot; Redd chuckles at Foxheart. &amp;amp;quot;But you make such a cute plushie! Maybe we could use a plushie version of you to negotiate with ferals.&amp;amp;quot; He gives her a hug, and raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll volunteer for sewer duty if you need someone for it. Otherwise, perfectly fine topside.&amp;amp;quot; The coyote watches the others, and whispers something in the feathery kitsune&amp;amp;#39;s ears.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor snickers at Cameron, shrugs. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know about a tank, but a few ferals, sure. You and me then.&amp;amp;quot; The Fox nods, shifts about on his feet. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna be a long night, I think.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Thel, still smirking, whistles up to Aaron as he approaches the podium. &amp;amp;quot;Yo, me and Cameron got the sewers.&amp;amp;quot; Glances back at her, shrugs.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>FlexBot</name></author>
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