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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The chopper is filled, but not with agents. Heavy clamps and hooks stand ready for transporting equally heavy equipment. The RSX agent nods to everyone else present. "We've found a site overridden by mutants where they've taken to using the suits for religious ceremonies. We think some of them may be salvageable, but we won't know how many until we get them back here and get to examining them."<br> <br>Having not done anything lately besides her job at the Red Court Nekura was rather bored to say the least. And while the whole thing with Ixchel was interesting it didn't exactly end in the fun she was hoping to lead into. Either way the Nightmare was listening to the explaination after arriving thouh she seems to have left Ebony home this time.<br> <br>Ebreus sits next to Debbie as he listent to the Agent explain the mission. As the agent gives an opertunity to speak Ebreus says "You mentioned that these suits are part of ceremonies. That they are sane enough to have ceremonies bodes well. We might be able to acquire them without too much fighting."<br> <br>Debbie sits with Ebreus, looking curiously around the room during the breifing, she adds on to Ebreus "And should we even be taking them? This feels a little like decerating a temple if these people are worshipping this thing. Why do we even want these suits?"<br> <br>"Well, if we could just put in an order for some space-capable protective gear, we chould opt for that, but that's not really an option." He moves to close the door to the chopper, but one last person is rushing aboard. "Just in time," he remarks to the shadow vixen. "Ideally, we go in, snatch the goods, get out. No one has to get hurt."<br> <br>Hurrying onto the roof, Cerl waves at the chopper. "Got room for one more? Great!" Climbing aboard, she quickly greets everyone else and finds an empty seat. "Sorry I missed the briefing, anyone got time to fill me in during the flight?"<br> <br>Alcuine heard the staticy broadcast about potential aerospace quality salvage, and begged leave of his waitressing at the Scarlet Rose to pursue potential parts for his offtime tinkering. Having been granted leave, he was escorted to the heli-pad by one of the Rose's husky bouncers. It was hard not to draw paralells of a camper being dropped off by a parent, the exitement evident on his muzzle and in the twinkle of his eyes - though somewhat timid as to the prospect of fighting. The smallish kitten, hesitantly follows, sticking close to the larger, more intimidating taur-ish felines.<br> <br>The agent looks to Ebreus. "I'm one hundred percent behind nonviolent acquisition. We're not here to bust heads or spill blood and that won't help us get into space besides. It's good to hear you lot sound like better than the random berserkers they saddle me way."<br> <br>Cerl nods. "I'm a big fan of non-violent when possible. It's why I learned stealth skills. Get in, get the goods, get out with as little muss and fuss as possible is always best."<br> <br>"Don't worry if all else fails I tend to be good at getting other mutants distracted while others acquire things from them," Nekura remarks when the agent says about the five getting the suits non-violently. "Unless of course you count rough sex anyways."<br> <br>Debbie nods, looking skeptically at the agent. "If y'all say so, but I havn't heard of people parting peacefully with their religious idols. Unless we plan to join the Cult of the Holy Suits" After her quip, she smiles and gives a small wave to Cerl, motioning for her to sit near Ebreus and herself.<br> <br>Ebreus nods to the Agent then looking to Cerl he says "To put it briefly? Salvage Mission: target salvage Space Suits." as he prepares for flight he looksto Debbie and says "RSX doesn't contract outside help for things that aren't of top importance, neither does Z or the Promies. I'm sure there is a good reason for all this effort."<br> <br>"Lucky me, I won't be the one hitting the turf." The man sits down beside the pilot as the chopper cuts through the sky in a clean slice towards its target. "We reached the stars once before, before the world fell apart... Before the whole damn world went dark. Hell, when's the last time we got a single peep from Asia or Europe? Is there even anyone else out there anymore?" He waved a hand. "Nevermind that. I'm getting distracted. Today, we focus on the suits."<br> <br>Cerl looks at the buckles where she's parked herself. "Any chance I could get a hand strapping in for the flight? Hard to buckle up with a tauric body."<br> <br>"I'm quite happy remaining on the planet but feel free to do all the star gazing you want in my place," Nekura snickers when the man starts going on about how humanity used to be in space before the whole downfall happened. It's not hard to guess she doesn't believe such happened.<br> <br>Ebreus considers the mission for a moment then, at Cerls request, helps her buckle in. Then adressing the Agent says "So, do we have any sort of map of the site layout or confirmation of target location?" he momentarily glares at Nekura before lightening his expression and calmly stating "He isn't lying. I saw video evidence of it before P-Day."<br> <br>Alcuine is a bit too distracted to listen effectively, trying to clutch a taur's leg and huddled in a corner of the heli's interior. The smallish feline, hung on as if for dear life. He did not anticipate there not being enough straps to go around for passenger security.<br> <br>A tap on the side of the agent's head brings up a floating image on the comm units of everyone else. "It's a simple compound. We think it was a tiny museum. Lucky us, they had some legit hardware and, by all reports, were both handling it well and are far enough way from major population centers to be nanite infection or corrosion, minus the mutants."<br> <br>Cerl stares at the image for a moment. "I'm assuming this museum is inside a bubble, since it's overrun with mutants, correct? Do we know how heavy the nanite levels are in the area now?"<br> <br>"No, and that's on our sides. The mutants are living outside a bubble, the hard way. I don't even begrudge them. Near I hear, they have a little community farm going and everything. It's almost picturesque, and I'd vote to just leave it the hell alone if not for the hardware we need." The pilot muttered something and the agent nodded. "We're coming as close as we can get without landing in a roar of noise and scaring them right off the bat. You'll have to hike up the rest."<br> <br>Watching the image on the display Nekura doesn't say anything snarky on the situation as she had about the space travel and instead listens. When talk of landing and walking is made though the herm just eyerolls and goes to stick her legs out the opening. When was the last time she actually got dropped off right where they needed to be anyways? Oh well with any luck the chopper's blades will diffuse her scent so horny mutants don't fall upon them as often happens. Darn heat periods.<br> <br>Debbie looks over the compound looking for a good way in. "But there likely will be a ton of them in there right? And a museum means relatively open spaces that it would be hard to hide. Do we just go in there and ask for it?" |
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The chopper is filled, but not with agents. Heavy clamps and hooks stand ready for transporting equally heavy equipment. The RSX agent nods to everyone else present. "We've found a site overridden by mutants where they've taken to using the suits for religious ceremonies. We think some of them may be salvageable, but we won't know how many until we get them back here and get to examining them."
Having not done anything lately besides her job at the Red Court Nekura was rather bored to say the least. And while the whole thing with Ixchel was interesting it didn't exactly end in the fun she was hoping to lead into. Either way the Nightmare was listening to the explaination after arriving thouh she seems to have left Ebony home this time.
Ebreus sits next to Debbie as he listent to the Agent explain the mission. As the agent gives an opertunity to speak Ebreus says "You mentioned that these suits are part of ceremonies. That they are sane enough to have ceremonies bodes well. We might be able to acquire them without too much fighting."
Debbie sits with Ebreus, looking curiously around the room during the breifing, she adds on to Ebreus "And should we even be taking them? This feels a little like decerating a temple if these people are worshipping this thing. Why do we even want these suits?"
"Well, if we could just put in an order for some space-capable protective gear, we chould opt for that, but that's not really an option." He moves to close the door to the chopper, but one last person is rushing aboard. "Just in time," he remarks to the shadow vixen. "Ideally, we go in, snatch the goods, get out. No one has to get hurt."
Hurrying onto the roof, Cerl waves at the chopper. "Got room for one more? Great!" Climbing aboard, she quickly greets everyone else and finds an empty seat. "Sorry I missed the briefing, anyone got time to fill me in during the flight?"
Alcuine heard the staticy broadcast about potential aerospace quality salvage, and begged leave of his waitressing at the Scarlet Rose to pursue potential parts for his offtime tinkering. Having been granted leave, he was escorted to the heli-pad by one of the Rose's husky bouncers. It was hard not to draw paralells of a camper being dropped off by a parent, the exitement evident on his muzzle and in the twinkle of his eyes - though somewhat timid as to the prospect of fighting. The smallish kitten, hesitantly follows, sticking close to the larger, more intimidating taur-ish felines.
The agent looks to Ebreus. "I'm one hundred percent behind nonviolent acquisition. We're not here to bust heads or spill blood and that won't help us get into space besides. It's good to hear you lot sound like better than the random berserkers they saddle me way."
Cerl nods. "I'm a big fan of non-violent when possible. It's why I learned stealth skills. Get in, get the goods, get out with as little muss and fuss as possible is always best."
"Don't worry if all else fails I tend to be good at getting other mutants distracted while others acquire things from them," Nekura remarks when the agent says about the five getting the suits non-violently. "Unless of course you count rough sex anyways."
Debbie nods, looking skeptically at the agent. "If y'all say so, but I havn't heard of people parting peacefully with their religious idols. Unless we plan to join the Cult of the Holy Suits" After her quip, she smiles and gives a small wave to Cerl, motioning for her to sit near Ebreus and herself.
Ebreus nods to the Agent then looking to Cerl he says "To put it briefly? Salvage Mission: target salvage Space Suits." as he prepares for flight he looksto Debbie and says "RSX doesn't contract outside help for things that aren't of top importance, neither does Z or the Promies. I'm sure there is a good reason for all this effort."
"Lucky me, I won't be the one hitting the turf." The man sits down beside the pilot as the chopper cuts through the sky in a clean slice towards its target. "We reached the stars once before, before the world fell apart... Before the whole damn world went dark. Hell, when's the last time we got a single peep from Asia or Europe? Is there even anyone else out there anymore?" He waved a hand. "Nevermind that. I'm getting distracted. Today, we focus on the suits."
Cerl looks at the buckles where she's parked herself. "Any chance I could get a hand strapping in for the flight? Hard to buckle up with a tauric body."
"I'm quite happy remaining on the planet but feel free to do all the star gazing you want in my place," Nekura snickers when the man starts going on about how humanity used to be in space before the whole downfall happened. It's not hard to guess she doesn't believe such happened.
Ebreus considers the mission for a moment then, at Cerls request, helps her buckle in. Then adressing the Agent says "So, do we have any sort of map of the site layout or confirmation of target location?" he momentarily glares at Nekura before lightening his expression and calmly stating "He isn't lying. I saw video evidence of it before P-Day."
Alcuine is a bit too distracted to listen effectively, trying to clutch a taur's leg and huddled in a corner of the heli's interior. The smallish feline, hung on as if for dear life. He did not anticipate there not being enough straps to go around for passenger security.
A tap on the side of the agent's head brings up a floating image on the comm units of everyone else. "It's a simple compound. We think it was a tiny museum. Lucky us, they had some legit hardware and, by all reports, were both handling it well and are far enough way from major population centers to be nanite infection or corrosion, minus the mutants."
Cerl stares at the image for a moment. "I'm assuming this museum is inside a bubble, since it's overrun with mutants, correct? Do we know how heavy the nanite levels are in the area now?"
"No, and that's on our sides. The mutants are living outside a bubble, the hard way. I don't even begrudge them. Near I hear, they have a little community farm going and everything. It's almost picturesque, and I'd vote to just leave it the hell alone if not for the hardware we need." The pilot muttered something and the agent nodded. "We're coming as close as we can get without landing in a roar of noise and scaring them right off the bat. You'll have to hike up the rest."
Watching the image on the display Nekura doesn't say anything snarky on the situation as she had about the space travel and instead listens. When talk of landing and walking is made though the herm just eyerolls and goes to stick her legs out the opening. When was the last time she actually got dropped off right where they needed to be anyways? Oh well with any luck the chopper's blades will diffuse her scent so horny mutants don't fall upon them as often happens. Darn heat periods.
Debbie looks over the compound looking for a good way in. "But there likely will be a ton of them in there right? And a museum means relatively open spaces that it would be hard to hide. Do we just go in there and ask for it?"
