Revision as of 07:39, 25 November 2013

Participants

• Arano
• Cerris
• Cookies
• Dio
• Edel
• Maxwell
• Saviante
• Siyu

Date

25/11/2013

Log

All around the trucks, Prometheans and various agents are loading up gear and personel, apparently planning on a large sale action, weapons, mundane first aid suplies and even rations being packed as if there might not be nanite support where they are going. Clearly many know what is going on, but those that don't are always welcome to ask one of the NCOs or officers roving about setting things in order.

Siyu takes a deep breath, the rodent if is of course feeling rather good about himself, he's equipped for the desert, desert camo, large bag, good webbing. Enough food, gear and water to surive a rather long trip out wherever. He's interested in salvage, and interested in where this adventure might go. He'll make sure to stowe his gear and his bag into a vehical that he's assigned and he moves towards some of the other enlized soliders, "Uh, anything I can help with." he'll ask the corpal Hicks.

Edel shuffles onto the scene, fidgeting with the buttons on her scabbard. "Hello, hello! I heard interesting things were going on! And I want in on it. You don't mind, I hope?"

As the group geared up to travel, their parking place intersected with the travels of another. Maxwell's journey soon brought him into the temporary camp, a rifle of some kind held in his paws, swept along the ground in a testing motion, as if he were still getting used to the weight, to the specifics of the weapon, used to something different. As his gaze regards the camp, his path takes him toward one of the few that seemed to be directing others, almost out of a sliver of memory. "Excuse me... What's going on?", he asks, his gaze kept on the particular officer he greeted, locked to their features in courtesy... Or in discipline, depending on how it looked.

Sitting upon a large crate, a silver furred lioness dressed in a women's business outfit carefully holds a shotgun within her hands, twelve gauge shells just beside her lap. One at a time, she slips each red shell into the magazine tube, chambering the first round with a satisfying pump. Locked, loaded, and ready to go, Dio hops off the box and makes her way for the area where the other familiar agents are gathering. "Greetings," she says, bowing lightly to the others. "Agent Dio from Zephyr and K&S Solutions. I'm ready for the mission at hand. When shall we depart," she asks towards the officer.

Cookies is near the lioness at all times, all but clinging to her side. The dusky catgirl is currently clad in a black turtleneck made of some ultra-soft metamaterial and brown sweater pants made of the same material. Her ears twitch in the direction of Dio and the officer, deciding it would probably be best not to say anything. Nobody would recognize her without the suit, or so she was all too certain!

Slithering into the camp dressed like she lives there, Savi sizes up the gathering of soldiers and various other brethren. Deciding to deal with the mission at hand before dealing with any past-related issues, the plant moves in close to the vehicles and waits quietly. Her goggled gaze taking in mostly the soldiers already with the convoy, but also some of the locals that the word scavange brought out to play. Looking at Cookies the longest, Savi wonders if today the day Cookies gets them all killed.

Siyu takes a deep breath, the rodent if is of course feeling rather good about himself, he's equipped for the desert, desert camo, large bag, good webbing. Enough food, gear and water to surive a rather long trip out wherever. He's interested in salvage, and interested in where this adventure might go. He'll make sure to stowe his gear and his bag into a vehical that he's assigned and he moves towards some of the other enlized soliders, "Uh, anything I can help with." he'll ask the corpal Hicks.

Lt. Ripley waves Edel in, the winged chocolate bunny patting the smaller woman before pointing to truck 1. Maxwell is greeted warmly, but with a serious study and a slaute "Lt. Ripley at your service citizen. As for this, we are USHC and some cooperating prometheans and freelancers undertaking a salvage Op for the sake of breaking our dependance on corporate handouts."

There is a pause and some scrutiny of the lioness before Ripley laughs, a hand pressing to her many, if by local standards, modest breasts.

"Dio? Ah! We finally meet, all your reports have been written in such a bold and manly fashion that I expected a charming gent with a monocle! Welcome aboard, please assume rear guard and we will depart once all gear has been packed, this MASH will remain as a relay point for local patrols."

As a point of note, the first and largest truck in the formation rumbles loudly, as if someone just revved the engine. Decorated with medic gear and markings, the SAW that Hicks wields stowed over his back as he inventories and updates the new suplies being added and relays new counts to Lt. Ripley. When approached by the rodent he warmly jots the name down and gives him a tag for his gear before before directing him to truck 2.

Looks like things were pretty much ready to go.

Edel smiles happily at Ripley before moving off towards the first truck. "Good to see you!" It is less good to see Cookies, but she does not say anything regarding that. She just makes an extra check on her gear before climbing into the truck. Savi does get a wave before her tiny form vanishes into the truck.

A paw slips away from the rifle in Max's paws as Ripley returns his greeting, and even as the weapon pulls toward the ground without the bracing grip, his paw raises up in salute, just as memory told him he had been taught long ago. For a moment, he smiles to himself, a sliver of nostalgia returning to him as his mind dredged up the arguments his parents would have on the finer details, on exactly what the correct salute was... But soon, it disappears again, as he offers a response to the Lieutenant. "I'm Maxwell, good to meet you.", he says, taking barely a moment to glance about the convoy. "Hard Corps, huh? Voss's unit? Judging by what's being packed, you're heading out of town... As a civilian, I'm sure you're about to tell me to step back, but for the sake of curiosity, do you think you could do with another body and another gun arm? After all... You've got a good point when you say we need to become less dependant on Zephyr and RSX for supplies.""

Dio finds it hard to move properly with a cat girl attached to her side and lets out a little grimace under her breath. "My lady," she says, "I understand if you want protection or what have you, but you need not be so close in proximity. I'd appreciate a little bit of space if you don't mind." The lioness gently presses Cookies off her side before looking at Ripley. "Oh yes," she chuckles, rubbing a hand behind her head. "I'm still quite the gentleman, but I'm afraid I've befallen a sudden change over the gender fence. Such is life in the apocalypse, no? Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you. I shall take my position. Come along now, my lady." Dio gives Cookies a pat upon the shoulder and makes her way to take up position at the rear guard.

From just down the road, a solar dragon flies in from above, weapon stowed away as he comes in for a quick landing. He looks like he had been flying at top speed. He blinked in surprise, it was a little shocking to see an outfit that was actually behaving like a proper military organization these days. He walks up, clothed in his battle dress, pretty much oversized camoflage trousers patterned in the same style as used by the US Army (though lacking any actual identifying insignia). Glancing around, he approaches cautiously, and noticing somebody who appears to be a junior officer which other agents are conversing with (he swore he caught a glimpse of Edel, and he thought he recognized Dio there), he walks up and snaps a quick salute to the Lieutenant, "Arano, freelance merc with the promethians, don't suppose you could use a little extra firepower on this trip, could you?" he asks in a clear, respectful tone.

Savi watches the people take up their positions and settle aboard. Picking the third transport, she returns the light wave to her teammate brave enough to take the lead truck. With an eye towards the Dragon as it arrives, she smiles inwardly and then just slips into the truck. Silently working her way through the soldiers already on board before stopping and retreating back out the door. WIth a fast pace she hops to the front of the truck, throws open the front door and climbs across the driver into the cab. Pulling the door closed behind her, she stares at the, likely startled, soldiers up front for a minute before turning her gave out the front port. "Hi." she says softly.

Siyu is probably in the second to last truck. He wants to be in teh back but he knows enough not to be in the first truck or the last truck, the shot 3 foot 10 rodent lets out a soft little breath and looks to the soldiers out around him in the second to last truck, "So what are we seeking to salvage, what is it you guys are out looking for?" he asks.

Cookies peers around at the others and does just as she's told, following close behind Dio without so much as a whisper. She actually looks... pretty docile. Her hands are in her pockets, those feline ears are tilted down against her head, and her eyes look a little sleepy. Her tail has a very gentle, slow sway to it, too.

Lt. Ripley addresses Maxwell very sternly, her passion on the subject perhaps second in vehemence only to a certain familiar monstrocity. "Maxwell! Shape up with that self defeating attitude! If you beleive you can make yourself useful, be it in a fight or just as another pair of hands, ears and eyes, then saddle up! The helpless are sitting in that gaudy tower sucking safety from the teats of others. You're here and therefor welcome! Unless you need encouragement, we have some unattached girls that can breastfeed some manhood into you if you ever think that gun has become too heavy! Now all that said, I extend my welcome once more formally in case you missed it."

Dio is given a nod and a stifled laugh, a glance tossed over Hicks' way as if recalling a similar episode. "Do be careful, they say the smell of beer sets of soldier!" Her tone was sweet and friendly, but apparently a bit of info had circulated in this tight knit group about a promising source of boozahol.

Rpiley's gaze and salte up to Arano is crisp and respectful though obviously that of one used to her own share of respect from large beings as she shows no concern nor undo appreciation. "Lt. Ripley, USHC, and welcome aboard soldier! *a crackle and the radio intercomms engage* We expect some light opposition as we head out of town, but after that we hope for some nap time and a smooth ride into Nevada as we hit some of the solar/wind farms out there for parts and replacements. We are going big or bust on this one, no light salvage will do, we want everything we can dismantle and roll out of there. Saddle up, we are out of here, lock and load, but safeties on, local patrols have cleared us a path, once we pop bubble things might get fun Apone?"

The surely sarge that looked like what a toosky might be if it were made with a pitbull snarls into the mic from next to Savi as he slap the dashboard three times, the engine rumbling to life. Ok ladies and bitches...don't fuck up my first time out of the office in six months or Vasquez is doing the cooking, got that? Oh and you workers and non soldiers? SUCK IT THE FUCK UP! We got your asses, we are hammers, shit all looks like nails to us, just keep your heads down and do your jobs and we'll all have tea and crumpets later. Oorah?"

The assembled military body sounds off in reply and the trucks start pulling into motion and picking up speed as Vasquez comes on the comm and hoots "Route 66 six all the way! Fucking shame we can't go hit the strip...strip blackjack in the rec room when we get back if the sarge let's me out of quarters!"

Edel chuckles softly and settles in, pulling a pair of black leather gloves from her coat pocket and tugging them over her hands. "Ready to go whenever," she calls out from the lead truck. "This is going to be fun. I love going out of the bubble."

As Ripley gives him a taste of that trademark no nonsense attitude, he simply stands there, blinking in surprise. But despite it, his body moved, straightening up, his weapon pulled upward even as single-handed as it was held, and by the end of it, a wide smile beams on his muzzle. "Lieutenant?", he asks, hand finally pulling back to brace the rifle in his grip. "You sound just like mum used to. Maybe today I'll see a piece of what she did, huh? What I missed when the world went dark." His piece said, words clear to him at least, to a mind half on the task and half in memory, as he turns, quickly scouting the vessels, and soon enough, he's making his way toward the middle, to the truck that appeared to handle communications and radar. It was only fair for the tech to slip into where he could help most, after all, and so far, those center trucks seemed somewhat... Neglected.

"It's okay to talk once in awhile," Dio says, putting a friendly hand upon Cookie's head. The lioness listens to more of the briefing and checks the safety upon her weapon. "I recieved training from the Promethans that taught me a lot about salvaging. Perhaps we'll find it quite useful in this situation. Regardless, I'm quite curious about this opposition we're expecting. Perhaps we could get a few more details on the way there." With a few scratchings behind Cookies' ears, Dio boards the rear vehicle. "Remember to keep your wits about you, my lady. Think first before firing. Evaluate each situation and strive for diplomacy whenever possible."

Cookies kind of half-listens to Dio as she lists off the names she's caught so far in her head. Ripley, Apone, Vasquez. That was just too silly to be coincidence. "... Why are these people named after characters from Aliens?" She squints a little bit and peers around. "Are we going to some fucked up Aliens-themed hellhole? I don't think I want to die like that. Is it too late to dive out of the truck screaming?"

Savi continues to sit silently eyes looking over all the instruments and the controls. With a quick glance at the soldiers in the cab Savi smiles under her wrapped mask. "watch out for those cats in the last transport." she says softly "The little one means well, but every time Savi has been on a mission with Cookies, a town has been destroyed." A moment after her sudden unsolicited words of warning, she does a light double check of her gear. One she seems to repeat every five to six minutes.