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<div></div><div title="Nuku"><p>They&#39;re all inside the small electric helicopter. There&#39;s a good chance they&#39;ve had this ride before, one of the few upkept and powered by RSX and Zephyr. The pilot has a RSX badge on their shoulder. &quot;We&#39;re reaching the limit of how far the copter can go and still get back on one charge,&quot; comes his voice, not directly, but through a speaker.</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Meanwhile Smolder is currently happy to have a ride since walking was quite hard after meeting a certain fennec fox while attempting to patrol her home turf from intruders. Even now however the dragoness was eyeing the others up in the helicoptor, even leaning over to sniff at them as the vehicle moves along. Snuffsnuff!</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso relaxes on his seat, looking out the window.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>just sits their</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Looking at his COMM unit, he got a bit amused. It looks like the Zephyr need some agent for a hunt... a big hunt. And right now, sitting on a helicopter, he is travelling to the site, fully gear up, try to get himself calm for his first ever big mission.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey just sits their</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah is in her seat, going over the tools in her bag to make sure she can handle things. &quot;This is probably our last chance to go over things. If anyone has questions, now&#39;s the time.&quot; For once Zophah is wearing power armor, if only to get that extra layer of protection from infection. &quot;And if I have to go over it again, DON&#39;T GET SCRATCHED. packmind wolves are more infectious than anything you&#39;ve ever encountered.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;So I may have been napping through part of the briefing, what was our mission again&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>&quot;That&#39;s a copy,&quot; comes the pilot&#39;s voice, seeming to agree with Zophah. &quot;Lucky you, that&#39;s exactly what we found. On the positive, we&#39;re in the null zone. Nanites are about as good as dead, and that works for them as much as you. They _should_ have a harder time getting you, but don&#39;t rely on that. We&#39;re going in.&quot; The helicoper begins to descend, hearts and bellies rising with the acceleration. &quot;Thank you for flying RSX.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso Puts on his power armor as well</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder goes to lean towards Zophah when they sneak and snuffles at the weird thing on them only to paw it it a few times as if confused by the power armor since she&#39;d not yet encountered one before. However the mention of getting scratched causes the dragon girl to puff up and look all imperious at such an unlikely thing happening.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey realizes they are going to be very slow out here at this size</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>The wolf beast sits there idly, before being interupt with Zophah questions. &quot;Err I have sine some research on the Packminds. They are extremely dangerous upon contact, is it right?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>As the helicopter is landing Zophah adds: &quot;We need to recover Packminds for research, but due to how dangerous they are RSX has few opportunities. They need to be captured alive, and that&#39;s hard to do when even a slingle claw might cause you to lose your form, your mind, everyhting.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The heilcopter touches the ground, rotors slowing their spinning to a low murmur. The motor is quiet, as electric motors tend to be, but such large rotors can make all the noise on their own, warning of their presence over their heads. &quot;Good luck out there. I&#39;ll head back and recharge. Put in a radiocall if you need evac one way or the other. I&#39;ll come back in 8 hours if no word comes before then, just in case.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;how many packminds are we hoping to capture?&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder goes all squinty-eyed when they arrive--she had been hoping the ride would be a little longer given her trouble walking post fennec-lovings but ends up sliding out of one of the doors to land on the ground with her feetpaws. The dragoness walks a little bow-leggedly for the effort, looking around suspiciously to see if anything was already coming to investigate the sounds of the heli landing.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso hops out of the copter and starts sniffing the air</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah double checks her bag for rope, netting, and tranquilizers. &quot;We need four packminds, and no lost agents.&quot; She too looks around and sniffs the air to make sure the landing zone was clear before double checking on the group. &quot;Everyone got enough gear to take them down?&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso double checks his supplies. &quot;Yup yup!&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey checks his supplies and responds i got what i need</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The air is a curious mixture of dusty and fresh. The touch of man has pulled back from much of what was once America. The scales tip towards dusty as the heli lifts, blowing up the debris. The area appears to be grassy more than dirty, but the wind of the helicopter appears to have created a momentary disturbance. The sound of retreating wildlife can be heard, most having the sense to avoid being near this. No human, or mutant, scents touch the noses besides the agents, so far.</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>&quot;Roger that&quot;. He nods at Zophah, while checking his gear up, before looking around the area.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso stretches after the long flight &quot;So, which way do we want to go?&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder appears content that the area isn&#39;t in any danger of being attacked though she puffs up at the mention of gear and goes to flap her wings to make sure they&#39;re still functioning, then goes to wait for the others to get ready.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah quietly yips, &quot;We need to find the pack first. Any trackers in the group? We need to make sure we get the jump on them before they find us.&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey says i can see pretty far from my height but im no good at tracking</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Fluffess sniff around the area, indeed there is only the crew scent around, nothing more. And faraway, sounds of other mutants going to their hiding place could be heard. &quot;Right, we are clear... for now&quot; Fluff nods.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;I&#39;m also not too great at tracking, I tend to get a bit distracted.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>A deafening bang comes from the south. A peek reveals a human, young, maybe 18? She&#39;s holding a shotgun firmly in her hands, already loading another shot to replace the one she used. &quot;Stay right there,&quot; she barks out across the way. &quot;Ya don&#39;t move!&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder puffycheeks in frustration when her wings don&#39;t seem to work like they should be but ends up looking at Zophah with another squinty expression after they ask if anybody can track. She relies on being able to fly around and spot things so that&#39;s kind of out of the deal. Upon hearing the gunshot however the dragoness is quick to use the others for cover while looking for the source.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey just stands there</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso freezes and yells &quot;We mean you no harm! Please lower your weapon!&quot;</p></div>
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<div></div><div title="Nuku"><p>They&#39;re all inside the small electric helicopter. There&#39;s a good chance they&#39;ve had this ride before, one of the few upkept and powered by RSX and Zephyr. The pilot has a RSX badge on their shoulder. &quot;We&#39;re reaching the limit of how far the copter can go and still get back on one charge,&quot; comes his voice, not directly, but through a speaker.</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Meanwhile Smolder is currently happy to have a ride since walking was quite hard after meeting a certain fennec fox while attempting to patrol her home turf from intruders. Even now however the dragoness was eyeing the others up in the helicoptor, even leaning over to sniff at them as the vehicle moves along. Snuffsnuff!</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso relaxes on his seat, looking out the window.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>just sits their</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Looking at his COMM unit, he got a bit amused. It looks like the Zephyr need some agent for a hunt... a big hunt. And right now, sitting on a helicopter, he is travelling to the site, fully gear up, try to get himself calm for his first ever big mission.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey just sits their</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah is in her seat, going over the tools in her bag to make sure she can handle things. &quot;This is probably our last chance to go over things. If anyone has questions, now&#39;s the time.&quot; For once Zophah is wearing power armor, if only to get that extra layer of protection from infection. &quot;And if I have to go over it again, DON&#39;T GET SCRATCHED. packmind wolves are more infectious than anything you&#39;ve ever encountered.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;So I may have been napping through part of the briefing, what was our mission again&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>&quot;That&#39;s a copy,&quot; comes the pilot&#39;s voice, seeming to agree with Zophah. &quot;Lucky you, that&#39;s exactly what we found. On the positive, we&#39;re in the null zone. Nanites are about as good as dead, and that works for them as much as you. They _should_ have a harder time getting you, but don&#39;t rely on that. We&#39;re going in.&quot; The helicoper begins to descend, hearts and bellies rising with the acceleration. &quot;Thank you for flying RSX.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso Puts on his power armor as well</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder goes to lean towards Zophah when they sneak and snuffles at the weird thing on them only to paw it it a few times as if confused by the power armor since she&#39;d not yet encountered one before. However the mention of getting scratched causes the dragon girl to puff up and look all imperious at such an unlikely thing happening.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey realizes they are going to be very slow out here at this size</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>The wolf beast sits there idly, before being interupt with Zophah questions. &quot;Err I have sine some research on the Packminds. They are extremely dangerous upon contact, is it right?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>As the helicopter is landing Zophah adds: &quot;We need to recover Packminds for research, but due to how dangerous they are RSX has few opportunities. They need to be captured alive, and that&#39;s hard to do when even a slingle claw might cause you to lose your form, your mind, everyhting.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The heilcopter touches the ground, rotors slowing their spinning to a low murmur. The motor is quiet, as electric motors tend to be, but such large rotors can make all the noise on their own, warning of their presence over their heads. &quot;Good luck out there. I&#39;ll head back and recharge. Put in a radiocall if you need evac one way or the other. I&#39;ll come back in 8 hours if no word comes before then, just in case.&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;how many packminds are we hoping to capture?&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder goes all squinty-eyed when they arrive--she had been hoping the ride would be a little longer given her trouble walking post fennec-lovings but ends up sliding out of one of the doors to land on the ground with her feetpaws. The dragoness walks a little bow-leggedly for the effort, looking around suspiciously to see if anything was already coming to investigate the sounds of the heli landing.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso hops out of the copter and starts sniffing the air</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah double checks her bag for rope, netting, and tranquilizers. &quot;We need four packminds, and no lost agents.&quot; She too looks around and sniffs the air to make sure the landing zone was clear before double checking on the group. &quot;Everyone got enough gear to take them down?&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso double checks his supplies. &quot;Yup yup!&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey checks his supplies and responds i got what i need</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The air is a curious mixture of dusty and fresh. The touch of man has pulled back from much of what was once America. The scales tip towards dusty as the heli lifts, blowing up the debris. The area appears to be grassy more than dirty, but the wind of the helicopter appears to have created a momentary disturbance. The sound of retreating wildlife can be heard, most having the sense to avoid being near this. No human, or mutant, scents touch the noses besides the agents, so far.</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>&quot;Roger that&quot;. He nods at Zophah, while checking his gear up, before looking around the area.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso stretches after the long flight &quot;So, which way do we want to go?&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder appears content that the area isn&#39;t in any danger of being attacked though she puffs up at the mention of gear and goes to flap her wings to make sure they&#39;re still functioning, then goes to wait for the others to get ready.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah quietly yips, &quot;We need to find the pack first. Any trackers in the group? We need to make sure we get the jump on them before they find us.&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey says i can see pretty far from my height but im no good at tracking</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Fluffess sniff around the area, indeed there is only the crew scent around, nothing more. And faraway, sounds of other mutants going to their hiding place could be heard. &quot;Right, we are clear... for now&quot; Fluff nods.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;I&#39;m also not too great at tracking, I tend to get a bit distracted.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>A deafening bang comes from the south. A peek reveals a human, young, maybe 18? She&#39;s holding a shotgun firmly in her hands, already loading another shot to replace the one she used. &quot;Stay right there,&quot; she barks out across the way. &quot;Ya don&#39;t move!&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder puffycheeks in frustration when her wings don&#39;t seem to work like they should be but ends up looking at Zophah with another squinty expression after they ask if anybody can track. She relies on being able to fly around and spot things so that&#39;s kind of out of the deal. Upon hearing the gunshot however the dragoness is quick to use the others for cover while looking for the source.</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey just stands there</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso freezes and yells &quot;We mean you no harm! Please lower your weapon!&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah stands still as the human shot out, raising her hands. &quot;We&#39;re with RSX, no need to shoot!&quot; She looks over the woman to try and read her, adding &quot;We are here on a research mission.&quot;</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>While trying to calm himself after a long ride, a sudden bang came up from the south, making hin rolls back, trying to find a cover. &quot;Oh heck, why didnt my nose caught that? Calm down, we are not mutants!&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>&quot;Ain&#39;t no research here t&#39;find,&quot; she bitterly retorts at Zophah, eyes darting to the others. &quot;Up to me if yer trouble or not. Come flyin&#39; in here like things&#39;re like the Before Times... Bet ya living pretty wherever ya from. Ya don&#39;t look like ya work fer a livin&#39; none.&quot; She snaps her shotgun closed, ready to fire again. Even standing in plain view, she smells much like any other wild animal. Does she bathe?</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;Who are you?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah thinks to herself, &#39;I teach at a school, work an emergency room and make minor repairs for ten hours every day and she says I don&#39;t work for a living?&#39; but she decides not to press the point. &quot;There are a pack of wolves more dangerous than typical that are moving through this area. I suggest you keep that gun ready for them instead.&quot;</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>When spoken to Smolder puffs up in quite a bit of annoyance at being called &#39;fancy&#39; since she is hardly carrying or even wearing anything other than the scalepaint that denotes her tribal nature to the rest of the shadow dragons in her area. She doesn&#39;t make a move, yet, but is still ready to pounce.</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>&quot;Holy fucking shit,&quot; comes her eloquent response as Zacdailey transforms with an unnerving howl. In an instant she has her gun directed at the strange not-fox-but-clearly-vulpine-thing and it roars with the thunder of the shot, sending shrapnel flying at what startled her. In the blink of an eye, red sprays, the shot landing true and embedding painful bits of metal in Zac&#39;s chest in a fine display of marksmanship. &quot;Stay back!&quot; It seems that commanded her attention.</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>The wolf beast try to keep himself upbeat, as he crouch down, ready for any combat that is imminent. &quot;And I do trade for living. So don&#39;t SHOOT, we are just doing our job...</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;You okay Zac?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey says Sarcaticly ,Ive never felt better</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah looks over as a shot went into Zacdailey. &quot;@#$%!&quot; she swore, running over to them. She checks the wound and starts picking medical supplies out of her bag.</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Fluffess facepaws in a deep sorrow. &quot;Zac! Try to heal your self eh? And you, dont just shoot anyone like that. We are doing a mission, not invading or somewhat&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The young lady is already working on reloading her gun. &quot;It don&#39;t even feel pain,&quot; she mutters under her breath, peering at Zac as if they were some kind of demon sent straight from hell. &quot;Look, what &#39;xactly do ya want? This here&#39;s the family land. It ain&#39;t much but it&#39;s ours, ya hear? The wolves ain&#39;t caused me no trouble I can&#39;t handle so far. Yer the ones trompin&#39; on here with devil magic like it ain&#39;t nothin&#39;&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso gives him some of his surplus nanites</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey says thanks that was stupid of me</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah spends 10000 builder mass for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;yeah no shit&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey asks can anyone give me a relitave distace that women is from us</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The lady is about 30 yards away, give or take.</p></div><div title="Smolder"><p>Smolder meanwhile spitty-hisses at the woman after she shoots one of the others though she doesn&#39;t try to pounce her yet since the others are being weirdly civil despite what happened.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso tilts his head, &quot;The family?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah uses some nanites she has on hand to help with her medical expertise, surgically removing shrapnel and patching up the holes. &quot;ok, that should work. Now, don&#39;t be stupid and you won&#39;t get shot again.&quot; She then turns to the woman. &quot;Do you have access to a radio? If you can get in contact with our superiors this mess should be cleared up. Otherwise we can just leave you alone.&quot;</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Fluffess crouches there, waiting for any movements from the woman, while leaning on Zophah to settle this all up.</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>&quot;Ain&#39;t no radio work since I was old enough t&#39;know what one was,&quot; she sneers out, frowning at Zophah. &quot;Ya know how to handle a hurt person, that&#39;s good at least...&quot; Most of her attention is on Zac, expecting trouble it seems. &quot;Look... We may not like each other much, but ah could use a medicine person right &#39;bout now. Can I get ya to come without the devil wolf thing?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey mummbles under his breath if that asshat was close enough i would knock her out with a tentacle</p></div><div title="Zacdailey"><p>Zacdailey says to Zophah I will stay here,see if you can get any useful intel</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>The wolf beast sigh... finally relieves some of the tentions between the crew and the one army girl. &quot; Zophah, thank goodness it works.&quot; He smile, but still his eye doesnt leave the girl in front of him any sec, since... he doesnt want to receive those sharpnel too.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah glares back to Zacdailey and says &quot;Don&#39;t antagonize the lady. Stay here near the LZ and try not to rip open any wounds. Nanites won&#39;t patch you up out here.&quot; She then gets up to walk over to the woman, making sure here medical gear is still in plain view. &quot;Yes I am a doctor. Who&#39;s hurt and what&#39;s the problem?&quot;</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso Interjects &quot;I know a bit about medicine too!&quot;</p></div><div title="Nuku"><p>The girl lets out a little breath, her gun sagging a little. &quot;Promise ya won&#39;t hurt no one. Ah ain&#39;t afraid of ya, but ah got people ah&#39;m responsible fer, ya know? Promise yer here as a doctor.&quot; Her eyes dart to Bilyso and back to Zophah.</p></div><div title="Bilyso"><p>Bilyso dooks, &quot;I promise I won&#39;t harm anyone.&quot;</p></div><div title="Fluffess"><p>Slowly, the wolf stands up, from his crouching state, holding his hands up showing him as no harm, before going near Zophah. &quot; You sure you want to go with them?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah quietly yips, &quot;I help work the ER in Clairmont. Yes I&#39;m here as a doctor.&quot; She looks to Fluffess and adds &quot;I&#39;ll need you to keep Zac safe, since those wounds will make running difficult if the Packmind show up. Same for you, Fluffess. Bilyso, an extra hand will always be a help in a medical situation, so you can come with me.&quot;</p></div>

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Saturday October 5, 2019=Log=

They're all inside the small electric helicopter. There's a good chance they've had this ride before, one of the few upkept and powered by RSX and Zephyr. The pilot has a RSX badge on their shoulder. "We're reaching the limit of how far the copter can go and still get back on one charge," comes his voice, not directly, but through a speaker.

Meanwhile Smolder is currently happy to have a ride since walking was quite hard after meeting a certain fennec fox while attempting to patrol her home turf from intruders. Even now however the dragoness was eyeing the others up in the helicoptor, even leaning over to sniff at them as the vehicle moves along. Snuffsnuff!

Bilyso relaxes on his seat, looking out the window.

just sits their

Looking at his COMM unit, he got a bit amused. It looks like the Zephyr need some agent for a hunt... a big hunt. And right now, sitting on a helicopter, he is travelling to the site, fully gear up, try to get himself calm for his first ever big mission.

Zacdailey just sits their

Zophah is in her seat, going over the tools in her bag to make sure she can handle things. "This is probably our last chance to go over things. If anyone has questions, now's the time." For once Zophah is wearing power armor, if only to get that extra layer of protection from infection. "And if I have to go over it again, DON'T GET SCRATCHED. packmind wolves are more infectious than anything you've ever encountered."

Bilyso dooks, "So I may have been napping through part of the briefing, what was our mission again"

"That's a copy," comes the pilot's voice, seeming to agree with Zophah. "Lucky you, that's exactly what we found. On the positive, we're in the null zone. Nanites are about as good as dead, and that works for them as much as you. They _should_ have a harder time getting you, but don't rely on that. We're going in." The helicoper begins to descend, hearts and bellies rising with the acceleration. "Thank you for flying RSX."

Bilyso Puts on his power armor as well

Smolder goes to lean towards Zophah when they sneak and snuffles at the weird thing on them only to paw it it a few times as if confused by the power armor since she'd not yet encountered one before. However the mention of getting scratched causes the dragon girl to puff up and look all imperious at such an unlikely thing happening.

Zacdailey realizes they are going to be very slow out here at this size

The wolf beast sits there idly, before being interupt with Zophah questions. "Err I have sine some research on the Packminds. They are extremely dangerous upon contact, is it right?"

As the helicopter is landing Zophah adds: "We need to recover Packminds for research, but due to how dangerous they are RSX has few opportunities. They need to be captured alive, and that's hard to do when even a slingle claw might cause you to lose your form, your mind, everyhting."

The heilcopter touches the ground, rotors slowing their spinning to a low murmur. The motor is quiet, as electric motors tend to be, but such large rotors can make all the noise on their own, warning of their presence over their heads. "Good luck out there. I'll head back and recharge. Put in a radiocall if you need evac one way or the other. I'll come back in 8 hours if no word comes before then, just in case."

Bilyso dooks, "how many packminds are we hoping to capture?"

Smolder goes all squinty-eyed when they arrive--she had been hoping the ride would be a little longer given her trouble walking post fennec-lovings but ends up sliding out of one of the doors to land on the ground with her feetpaws. The dragoness walks a little bow-leggedly for the effort, looking around suspiciously to see if anything was already coming to investigate the sounds of the heli landing.

Bilyso hops out of the copter and starts sniffing the air

Zophah double checks her bag for rope, netting, and tranquilizers. "We need four packminds, and no lost agents." She too looks around and sniffs the air to make sure the landing zone was clear before double checking on the group. "Everyone got enough gear to take them down?"

Bilyso double checks his supplies. "Yup yup!"

Zacdailey checks his supplies and responds i got what i need

The air is a curious mixture of dusty and fresh. The touch of man has pulled back from much of what was once America. The scales tip towards dusty as the heli lifts, blowing up the debris. The area appears to be grassy more than dirty, but the wind of the helicopter appears to have created a momentary disturbance. The sound of retreating wildlife can be heard, most having the sense to avoid being near this. No human, or mutant, scents touch the noses besides the agents, so far.

"Roger that". He nods at Zophah, while checking his gear up, before looking around the area.

Bilyso stretches after the long flight "So, which way do we want to go?"

Smolder appears content that the area isn't in any danger of being attacked though she puffs up at the mention of gear and goes to flap her wings to make sure they're still functioning, then goes to wait for the others to get ready.

Zophah quietly yips, "We need to find the pack first. Any trackers in the group? We need to make sure we get the jump on them before they find us."

Zacdailey says i can see pretty far from my height but im no good at tracking

Fluffess sniff around the area, indeed there is only the crew scent around, nothing more. And faraway, sounds of other mutants going to their hiding place could be heard. "Right, we are clear... for now" Fluff nods.

Bilyso dooks, "I'm also not too great at tracking, I tend to get a bit distracted."

A deafening bang comes from the south. A peek reveals a human, young, maybe 18? She's holding a shotgun firmly in her hands, already loading another shot to replace the one she used. "Stay right there," she barks out across the way. "Ya don't move!"

Smolder puffycheeks in frustration when her wings don't seem to work like they should be but ends up looking at Zophah with another squinty expression after they ask if anybody can track. She relies on being able to fly around and spot things so that's kind of out of the deal. Upon hearing the gunshot however the dragoness is quick to use the others for cover while looking for the source.

Zacdailey just stands there

Bilyso freezes and yells "We mean you no harm! Please lower your weapon!"

Zophah stands still as the human shot out, raising her hands. "We're with RSX, no need to shoot!" She looks over the woman to try and read her, adding "We are here on a research mission."

While trying to calm himself after a long ride, a sudden bang came up from the south, making hin rolls back, trying to find a cover. "Oh heck, why didnt my nose caught that? Calm down, we are not mutants!"

"Ain't no research here t'find," she bitterly retorts at Zophah, eyes darting to the others. "Up to me if yer trouble or not. Come flyin' in here like things're like the Before Times... Bet ya living pretty wherever ya from. Ya don't look like ya work fer a livin' none." She snaps her shotgun closed, ready to fire again. Even standing in plain view, she smells much like any other wild animal. Does she bathe?

Bilyso dooks, "Who are you?"

Zophah thinks to herself, 'I teach at a school, work an emergency room and make minor repairs for ten hours every day and she says I don't work for a living?' but she decides not to press the point. "There are a pack of wolves more dangerous than typical that are moving through this area. I suggest you keep that gun ready for them instead."

When spoken to Smolder puffs up in quite a bit of annoyance at being called 'fancy' since she is hardly carrying or even wearing anything other than the scalepaint that denotes her tribal nature to the rest of the shadow dragons in her area. She doesn't make a move, yet, but is still ready to pounce.

"Holy fucking shit," comes her eloquent response as Zacdailey transforms with an unnerving howl. In an instant she has her gun directed at the strange not-fox-but-clearly-vulpine-thing and it roars with the thunder of the shot, sending shrapnel flying at what startled her. In the blink of an eye, red sprays, the shot landing true and embedding painful bits of metal in Zac's chest in a fine display of marksmanship. "Stay back!" It seems that commanded her attention.

The wolf beast try to keep himself upbeat, as he crouch down, ready for any combat that is imminent. "And I do trade for living. So don't SHOOT, we are just doing our job...

Bilyso dooks, "You okay Zac?"

Zacdailey says Sarcaticly ,Ive never felt better

Zophah looks over as a shot went into Zacdailey. "@#$%!" she swore, running over to them. She checks the wound and starts picking medical supplies out of her bag.

Fluffess facepaws in a deep sorrow. "Zac! Try to heal your self eh? And you, dont just shoot anyone like that. We are doing a mission, not invading or somewhat"

The young lady is already working on reloading her gun. "It don't even feel pain," she mutters under her breath, peering at Zac as if they were some kind of demon sent straight from hell. "Look, what 'xactly do ya want? This here's the family land. It ain't much but it's ours, ya hear? The wolves ain't caused me no trouble I can't handle so far. Yer the ones trompin' on here with devil magic like it ain't nothin'"

Bilyso gives him some of his surplus nanites

Zacdailey says thanks that was stupid of me

Zophah spends 10000 builder mass for RP reasons.

Bilyso dooks, "yeah no shit"

Zacdailey asks can anyone give me a relitave distace that women is from us

The lady is about 30 yards away, give or take.

Smolder meanwhile spitty-hisses at the woman after she shoots one of the others though she doesn't try to pounce her yet since the others are being weirdly civil despite what happened.

Bilyso tilts his head, "The family?"

Zophah uses some nanites she has on hand to help with her medical expertise, surgically removing shrapnel and patching up the holes. "ok, that should work. Now, don't be stupid and you won't get shot again." She then turns to the woman. "Do you have access to a radio? If you can get in contact with our superiors this mess should be cleared up. Otherwise we can just leave you alone."

Fluffess crouches there, waiting for any movements from the woman, while leaning on Zophah to settle this all up.

"Ain't no radio work since I was old enough t'know what one was," she sneers out, frowning at Zophah. "Ya know how to handle a hurt person, that's good at least..." Most of her attention is on Zac, expecting trouble it seems. "Look... We may not like each other much, but ah could use a medicine person right 'bout now. Can I get ya to come without the devil wolf thing?"

Zacdailey mummbles under his breath if that asshat was close enough i would knock her out with a tentacle

Zacdailey says to Zophah I will stay here,see if you can get any useful intel

The wolf beast sigh... finally relieves some of the tentions between the crew and the one army girl. " Zophah, thank goodness it works." He smile, but still his eye doesnt leave the girl in front of him any sec, since... he doesnt want to receive those sharpnel too.

Zophah glares back to Zacdailey and says "Don't antagonize the lady. Stay here near the LZ and try not to rip open any wounds. Nanites won't patch you up out here." She then gets up to walk over to the woman, making sure here medical gear is still in plain view. "Yes I am a doctor. Who's hurt and what's the problem?"

Bilyso Interjects "I know a bit about medicine too!"

The girl lets out a little breath, her gun sagging a little. "Promise ya won't hurt no one. Ah ain't afraid of ya, but ah got people ah'm responsible fer, ya know? Promise yer here as a doctor." Her eyes dart to Bilyso and back to Zophah.

Bilyso dooks, "I promise I won't harm anyone."

Slowly, the wolf stands up, from his crouching state, holding his hands up showing him as no harm, before going near Zophah. " You sure you want to go with them?"

Zophah quietly yips, "I help work the ER in Clairmont. Yes I'm here as a doctor." She looks to Fluffess and adds "I'll need you to keep Zac safe, since those wounds will make running difficult if the Packmind show up. Same for you, Fluffess. Bilyso, an extra hand will always be a help in a medical situation, so you can come with me."