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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A relatively calm day, low winds, cloudy, sun in the process of setting... Normal shit. Out by the highway, a lone helicopter sits near the offramp heading to a rest stop. Got the standard non-maintained roads, grass and such poking through cracks and all that. |
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| + | Near said helicopter, waits a Fox. Just a fox. With combat gear. Tiredly waiting for anyone who got the call to come out...<br> <br>Of course, where there is Fox, Coyote mustn't be far away. At least, that's how it seems. "Heyas Thel!" A rather scruffy looking coyote trots up the road towards the heli and the vulpine. "What'cha doing out here?"<br> <br>Dylanshard wanders up to the helicopter "Please tell me this is the place, I think I got a call on this but I can't work the damned thing" they slap their comm unit and look between the Fox and the Coyote "I'm Dylan, nice to meet you."<br> <br>A shadow flits across the sky before diving down near the helicopter. Its silhouette is that of a shadow dragon despite the sun still being out. Near the ground it unfurls its wings as air brakes and touches down smoothly to reveal Natalie, one-time companion of Thel's on a mission several months ago. She's all grown up now... and extremely pregnant as well as busty. She welcomes her foxy aquaintance with a brief smile before returning to her serious look.<br> <br>Technetium makes a rather unremarkable entrance from down the road, easily being sighted from far off. As she arrives, she puts a clipboard which she was reading away upon her belt, and looks at the others who had showed up to the helicopter, including the assumed host.. being the strangely dressed nonanthro fox. "Well, hello."<br> <br>Thelfox, for said fox is indeed Thel, perks up at the approaching people, recognizing the ones that he knows. Smiles, as foxes tend to do. "Right, hello. Nice seeing you people and all that." Yawns, looks tired. "Didn't get the call, Redd? Downed RSX guy over... there, somewhere." the fox gestures in the vague direction of the rest stop. "Here to pick him up. Or her, as it might be. Anyway... Yeah. That's about it. Pick up the injured guy who's probably getting buttraped or eaten now."<br> <br>"Sounds simple enough, anything on what got them hurt?" Redd snickers, and glances at the others. "Tech! How've you been?" He strides over and picks up the fennec for a hug, leaving her clothes all ruffled as he sets her back down, a wide grin on his face.<br> <br>the arctic fox scratches one of their ears with a nervous grin and a sigh, producing a cloud of water vapour in the air "A simple extraction then? Well, I hope simple."<br> <br>Natalie looks between the Thelfox, the other fox, the coyote, and the fennec, tagging the latter three with her biomonitoring sight in case they get split up. "Any other info you can offer would help, otherwise I think I'm ready. Are you coming with on this one?" she asks Thel.<br> <br>The fennec looks mildlyx<br> <br>The fennec looks mildly annoyed as she's set back on firm ground, smoothing her clothes and fur with a few runs of the hands. Her reply, however, is as courteous as ever. "I've been great. You?" She glances over at the others again. "Is there going to be any 'resistance' there?"<br> <br>Thelfox shakes his head in response. "Nope. No idea. Just the usual distress signal that goes out when an agent is 'incapacitated.' I'm sure we've all been there, passed out, woke up in an infirmary, yes? So there's probably at least a few ferals down there. Or people who're just being dicks." the fox shrugs lightly. "Can't go with you, unless you'd rather guard the choper. The pilot is..." He peers back at the cockpit. "...Indisposed, at the moment." Then looks back to the group. | ||
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| + | "As for the area? Truckstop. Few abandoned restaurant type places, fast food, toilets. Gas pumps. The usual stuff."<br> <br>"I'll give the pilot their privacy. What're we looking for, human, dog, cat, skunk, tentacle monster?" Redd chuckles at the last one, though it wouldn't surprise him too much. "I mean, we've all seen agents that we'd have written off as just another feral if we didn't know better."<br> <br>Dylanshard decides to follow Redd's lead as they seem to know what they are doing, waiting for the party to move out, staring into the distence at the route they'd be taking.<br> <br>Natalie listens to the question and forthcoming reply while discreetly setting up her comm as a detector of other comms, gradually filtering out the others gathered here.<br> <br>Technetium looks back and forth between Thel and Redd, considering. "So, indoors, then? Or, beside them?" She shrugs. It seems it doesn't matter much. She begins moving things around on herself, paper in the bag, etcetra. General housekeeping, to be sure.<br> <br>The fox blinks several times, appears to be thinking... "No idea what they are! They didn't tell me and I don't even know his or her name. Just watch for RSX equipment, that should probably be enough. Maybe. Meh." Thel turns, hops into the back of the chopper, sits. Peers at the group. | ||
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| + | "Yeah, I know that's not much to go on, but they'll stand out. Look for the non feral guy. If anything, he won't be in much of a position to attack on sight. Or, at all."<br> <br>"Well then, guess we start searching." Redd slides his hands into a coat pocket and begins walking towards the cluster of buildings. "I call dibs on their stuff if they're dead already," he calls out jokingly to the others.<br> <br>Natalie slips on a pair of shades. "Well let's go save the day then, I'm getting hungry," she says before heading in the direction Thel had indicated before, eyes peeled for trouble.<br> <br>Dylanshard follows a long behind Redd, looking a little nervous as his tail hangs limp, this is his first real mission like this.<br> <br>Technetium trails sort of in the middle of the cluster of searchers, not quite pulling out to the lead, not quite trailing behind everyone. After stifling a slight yawn, she replies, "Yeah. Be careful, though."<br> <br>The truck stop is much how the fox described it. A collection of buildings, all seemingly attatched to one another. Food places, drug stores (Gotta get them trucker pills, right?), even a low-end 'department store' though it's far too small to really fit the term. | ||
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| + | The only non connected building is the gas station, with it's rundown pumps, which look to have caught fire long before the team arrived, all burnt and shit.<br> <br>"I'd bet the pharmacies would be a good place to start, then the other stores, sound good?" The coyote walks around the building once, his ears swiveling and nose working in tandem in search of any sign of either inhabitants or a recent entry... If anybody was inside, there'd be at least some noise.<br> <br>Dylanshard nods to Redd "Sounds like a good plan to me."<br> <br>Technetium shrugs, and then suggests, "Perhaps we should split up? Get a bit more ground covered, a bit more quickly? I can certainly hold my own." She already began motioning in a different direction than the one Redd is going in, mainly to indicate intent. She gets out a basic flashlight, simply to help search about.<br> <br>Technetium | ||
Revision as of 04:47, 23 June 2015
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Log
A relatively calm day, low winds, cloudy, sun in the process of setting... Normal shit. Out by the highway, a lone helicopter sits near the offramp heading to a rest stop. Got the standard non-maintained roads, grass and such poking through cracks and all that.
Near said helicopter, waits a Fox. Just a fox. With combat gear. Tiredly waiting for anyone who got the call to come out...
Of course, where there is Fox, Coyote mustn't be far away. At least, that's how it seems. "Heyas Thel!" A rather scruffy looking coyote trots up the road towards the heli and the vulpine. "What'cha doing out here?"
Dylanshard wanders up to the helicopter "Please tell me this is the place, I think I got a call on this but I can't work the damned thing" they slap their comm unit and look between the Fox and the Coyote "I'm Dylan, nice to meet you."
A shadow flits across the sky before diving down near the helicopter. Its silhouette is that of a shadow dragon despite the sun still being out. Near the ground it unfurls its wings as air brakes and touches down smoothly to reveal Natalie, one-time companion of Thel's on a mission several months ago. She's all grown up now... and extremely pregnant as well as busty. She welcomes her foxy aquaintance with a brief smile before returning to her serious look.
Technetium makes a rather unremarkable entrance from down the road, easily being sighted from far off. As she arrives, she puts a clipboard which she was reading away upon her belt, and looks at the others who had showed up to the helicopter, including the assumed host.. being the strangely dressed nonanthro fox. "Well, hello."
Thelfox, for said fox is indeed Thel, perks up at the approaching people, recognizing the ones that he knows. Smiles, as foxes tend to do. "Right, hello. Nice seeing you people and all that." Yawns, looks tired. "Didn't get the call, Redd? Downed RSX guy over... there, somewhere." the fox gestures in the vague direction of the rest stop. "Here to pick him up. Or her, as it might be. Anyway... Yeah. That's about it. Pick up the injured guy who's probably getting buttraped or eaten now."
"Sounds simple enough, anything on what got them hurt?" Redd snickers, and glances at the others. "Tech! How've you been?" He strides over and picks up the fennec for a hug, leaving her clothes all ruffled as he sets her back down, a wide grin on his face.
the arctic fox scratches one of their ears with a nervous grin and a sigh, producing a cloud of water vapour in the air "A simple extraction then? Well, I hope simple."
Natalie looks between the Thelfox, the other fox, the coyote, and the fennec, tagging the latter three with her biomonitoring sight in case they get split up. "Any other info you can offer would help, otherwise I think I'm ready. Are you coming with on this one?" she asks Thel.
The fennec looks mildlyx
The fennec looks mildly annoyed as she's set back on firm ground, smoothing her clothes and fur with a few runs of the hands. Her reply, however, is as courteous as ever. "I've been great. You?" She glances over at the others again. "Is there going to be any 'resistance' there?"
Thelfox shakes his head in response. "Nope. No idea. Just the usual distress signal that goes out when an agent is 'incapacitated.' I'm sure we've all been there, passed out, woke up in an infirmary, yes? So there's probably at least a few ferals down there. Or people who're just being dicks." the fox shrugs lightly. "Can't go with you, unless you'd rather guard the choper. The pilot is..." He peers back at the cockpit. "...Indisposed, at the moment." Then looks back to the group.
"As for the area? Truckstop. Few abandoned restaurant type places, fast food, toilets. Gas pumps. The usual stuff."
"I'll give the pilot their privacy. What're we looking for, human, dog, cat, skunk, tentacle monster?" Redd chuckles at the last one, though it wouldn't surprise him too much. "I mean, we've all seen agents that we'd have written off as just another feral if we didn't know better."
Dylanshard decides to follow Redd's lead as they seem to know what they are doing, waiting for the party to move out, staring into the distence at the route they'd be taking.
Natalie listens to the question and forthcoming reply while discreetly setting up her comm as a detector of other comms, gradually filtering out the others gathered here.
Technetium looks back and forth between Thel and Redd, considering. "So, indoors, then? Or, beside them?" She shrugs. It seems it doesn't matter much. She begins moving things around on herself, paper in the bag, etcetra. General housekeeping, to be sure.
The fox blinks several times, appears to be thinking... "No idea what they are! They didn't tell me and I don't even know his or her name. Just watch for RSX equipment, that should probably be enough. Maybe. Meh." Thel turns, hops into the back of the chopper, sits. Peers at the group.
"Yeah, I know that's not much to go on, but they'll stand out. Look for the non feral guy. If anything, he won't be in much of a position to attack on sight. Or, at all."
"Well then, guess we start searching." Redd slides his hands into a coat pocket and begins walking towards the cluster of buildings. "I call dibs on their stuff if they're dead already," he calls out jokingly to the others.
Natalie slips on a pair of shades. "Well let's go save the day then, I'm getting hungry," she says before heading in the direction Thel had indicated before, eyes peeled for trouble.
Dylanshard follows a long behind Redd, looking a little nervous as his tail hangs limp, this is his first real mission like this.
Technetium trails sort of in the middle of the cluster of searchers, not quite pulling out to the lead, not quite trailing behind everyone. After stifling a slight yawn, she replies, "Yeah. Be careful, though."
The truck stop is much how the fox described it. A collection of buildings, all seemingly attatched to one another. Food places, drug stores (Gotta get them trucker pills, right?), even a low-end 'department store' though it's far too small to really fit the term.
The only non connected building is the gas station, with it's rundown pumps, which look to have caught fire long before the team arrived, all burnt and shit.
"I'd bet the pharmacies would be a good place to start, then the other stores, sound good?" The coyote walks around the building once, his ears swiveling and nose working in tandem in search of any sign of either inhabitants or a recent entry... If anybody was inside, there'd be at least some noise.
Dylanshard nods to Redd "Sounds like a good plan to me."
Technetium shrugs, and then suggests, "Perhaps we should split up? Get a bit more ground covered, a bit more quickly? I can certainly hold my own." She already began motioning in a different direction than the one Redd is going in, mainly to indicate intent. She gets out a basic flashlight, simply to help search about.
Technetium
