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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>There was a horrible staticy transmission from Klamath Falls, the known home turf of the Coyote packmind. It almost went undetected as it was on a long-unused civilian channel on CB, and so was undermonitored. Still, someone stumbled on it halfway through, and it was properly deciphered within an hour. |
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| + | The coyote packmind had specially requested negotiations to take place on the shore of the upper Klamath, just outside of its range, eighty miles from Crater Lake with the express purpose of... Negotiation. There was no mention of what it wanted to negotiate, just that it wanted to. It also specifically requested the agents that had last had contact with it, for the purpose of 'trust' on the issue. | ||
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| + | The agents were to gather at the heliport at Crater Lake in order for the first proper briefing of it, and to gear up, just in case...<br> <br>Considering they were called in for a job in Oregon, Glein wasn't taking chances. She was in her full combat load, her weapons loaded with the more potent rounds Edel had developed. For all Glein knew, they were being brought in to deal with the Wolf Packmind. Which was basically, blow it to hell and pray you can run fast enough. As it was, she was starting to develope a very vivid dislike of taking the trip into Oregon. | ||
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| + | It wasn't that she didn't like the state, it was beautiful to see, but it's, new native life left a lot to be desired. Such as proper protection from some very agressive infections by the nanites. Hell, RSX being this tight lipped about the requesting of her specifically had her wondering what was going on. Normally they just put out a broad blanket recruitment call for some operation or another. Had something changed, or worse, was she basically getting snagged to be fully examined to determine why she hadn't, yet, gone foxmind?<br> <br>Edel, on the other hand, didn't seem to come any more prepared than usual. She had her dress, her hammer, her sword, and that fancy rifle. And whatever widgets were in her dufflebag. "Haven't been out here in a while, huh? Not since... Well, not to this part of Oregon since I was infected, I think." She drums her claws along the shaft of her hammer as she carries it propped on her shoulder. "Hopefully it works out and there's no violence this time!"<br> <br>Rorne was just as prepared as before: No equipment, really, other than her clothing, pack, a laser pistol at her side, and a medkit. She doesn't really use weaponry, preferring to stay back and take care of those who need it without getting into anything too bad herself. She can usually handle her own like that, and doesn't need much more to take care of herself. Nonetheless, she has already decided to ask around for something of use for later. Not here, though, she shouldn't need it. "I see you two are hear already," Rorne greets both Glein and Edel. "Last time I was in that area was... well, that's a long story. One for later."<br> <br>This time there was a new officer, a human-looking woman with short hair and dressed in a very professional, plain pantsuit. She had a briefcase full of papers, but was not without a significantly-sized sidearm. She frowned as she looked at those where were also present on the negotiating team. "I will be your RSX Solutions liaision, Miss Barnett. Miss Jenneau has been since relieved of her duty and I've been reassigned to take over her mission. I trust you'll all behave... Professionally... Right?" | ||
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| + | She nodded back to the helicopter, which was being armed with a short-barrelled machinegun. Armed men in fatigues, with flight helmets, were boarding as well. One of them appeared to be carrying a type of grenade-launcher. "This time we'll have some proper support, in case of hostilities from the packmind... You were all properly briefed at the headquarters, right?"<br> <br>Glein looks over the assembling group. 1 UH-60 Blackhawk, suprlus model brought up to spec, 1 M134 minigun, they were bringing on a Mk 47 Striker grenade launcher, and bringing the gunners to man both. Looking over 'Miss' Barnett, Glein shrugs. "Professionally as can be expected Ma'am. However, all we know is that we were being called up by RSX for a task inside Oregon. So if you'd be so kind as to give us a full pre-mission breifing, we can better do whatever it is we're being requested to do. If you can't do that, then at the very least fill us in on the flight over." Glein explains, helmet on, hands clasped behind her back in a very relaxed form of Parade Rest while they waited the RSX Operative's response. Glein would ask question's about Jenneau's cause for relief, but this didn't exactly seem the time or place for it. Not with THAT much heavy firepower being loaded and checked over.<br> <br>Edel scratches at her ears and shrugs. "I haven't gotten a proper run-down on what's going on, but it seems simple enough. We'll be fine, I think, but any knowledge or information you wish to share with us would be fantastic." Her eyes wander over the helicopter, specifically the weapons.<br> <br>Rorne looks over at Miss Barnett, nodding as she speaks. "I'll behave as is necessary, Miss Barnett, so I'll do what I can to act professionally." She looks to the helicopter, seeing the large number of aramaments being brought along. She just hopes that the equipment isn't necessary. No matter where they were going, if that much firepower is needed, something has definitely gone wrong, and she knows it. "As they both said, though, a rundown on the mission would definitely be prudent. Make sure everyone's on the same page."<br> <br>Her little legs running full speed and her lungs pushing out little sounds that resemble 'woof' with each step Savi comes sliding into the area. Getting lost,as usual, the plant has followed Glein (Not being told specifically not to follow her) and has arrived at the breifing late and completely uninvited. With a Propper salute to the gathered group the tiny girl smiles brightly upon seeing Glein and Edel and promptly skitters up to Gleins side. "Savi is here now." she says simply, unaware that the power-that-be may be annoyed someone just showed up at the semi-secret meeting place, and did so just a few minutes before mission kick off.<br> <br>The RSX liaision frowns a little more at the short plant-person who arrives late. "So that's coming with us? Hm. Not much of a matter. We'll manage. I'll explain now, as I hate trying to talk over the sound of a chopper. We recieved a scrambled radio signal on a long-derilect civilian channel from Klamath Falls. It was the Coyote Packmind. It was calling us to the negotiation table. It specifically asked for the agents that had made contact last time... It looks like you're the only ones who showed up. We don't know what it wants, it was a short transmission. All we know is that it supposedly wants to talk..."<br> <br>Well, that was new. "Have you had any other teams than our first incursion go in? Because if so, it's seems strangely peculiar that it'd pick us specifically." Glein says, not really paying too much attention to Savi climbing up onto her. This whole thing was starting to smell rotten somewhere. "More specifically, do we know how it managed to begin using radio transmissions? When we last went in, they seemed to be running as a, group, of hunter/gatherers." Glein asks, since, well, it was a strange thing to happen. Not that Glein doubted Packminds could learn, but they seemed to need new additions to their collective, at least so far as Glein has seen, for them to make leaps and bounds like that.<br> <br>Edel frowns at Glein. "Why does it seem strange? They know us. Two of us are part of the coyotemind. And they're not base animals, so I'm not entirely surprised that they got a radio working." She nods at Savi. "Nice to have you along!" | ||
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There was a horrible staticy transmission from Klamath Falls, the known home turf of the Coyote packmind. It almost went undetected as it was on a long-unused civilian channel on CB, and so was undermonitored. Still, someone stumbled on it halfway through, and it was properly deciphered within an hour.
The coyote packmind had specially requested negotiations to take place on the shore of the upper Klamath, just outside of its range, eighty miles from Crater Lake with the express purpose of... Negotiation. There was no mention of what it wanted to negotiate, just that it wanted to. It also specifically requested the agents that had last had contact with it, for the purpose of 'trust' on the issue.
The agents were to gather at the heliport at Crater Lake in order for the first proper briefing of it, and to gear up, just in case...
Considering they were called in for a job in Oregon, Glein wasn't taking chances. She was in her full combat load, her weapons loaded with the more potent rounds Edel had developed. For all Glein knew, they were being brought in to deal with the Wolf Packmind. Which was basically, blow it to hell and pray you can run fast enough. As it was, she was starting to develope a very vivid dislike of taking the trip into Oregon.
It wasn't that she didn't like the state, it was beautiful to see, but it's, new native life left a lot to be desired. Such as proper protection from some very agressive infections by the nanites. Hell, RSX being this tight lipped about the requesting of her specifically had her wondering what was going on. Normally they just put out a broad blanket recruitment call for some operation or another. Had something changed, or worse, was she basically getting snagged to be fully examined to determine why she hadn't, yet, gone foxmind?
Edel, on the other hand, didn't seem to come any more prepared than usual. She had her dress, her hammer, her sword, and that fancy rifle. And whatever widgets were in her dufflebag. "Haven't been out here in a while, huh? Not since... Well, not to this part of Oregon since I was infected, I think." She drums her claws along the shaft of her hammer as she carries it propped on her shoulder. "Hopefully it works out and there's no violence this time!"
Rorne was just as prepared as before: No equipment, really, other than her clothing, pack, a laser pistol at her side, and a medkit. She doesn't really use weaponry, preferring to stay back and take care of those who need it without getting into anything too bad herself. She can usually handle her own like that, and doesn't need much more to take care of herself. Nonetheless, she has already decided to ask around for something of use for later. Not here, though, she shouldn't need it. "I see you two are hear already," Rorne greets both Glein and Edel. "Last time I was in that area was... well, that's a long story. One for later."
This time there was a new officer, a human-looking woman with short hair and dressed in a very professional, plain pantsuit. She had a briefcase full of papers, but was not without a significantly-sized sidearm. She frowned as she looked at those where were also present on the negotiating team. "I will be your RSX Solutions liaision, Miss Barnett. Miss Jenneau has been since relieved of her duty and I've been reassigned to take over her mission. I trust you'll all behave... Professionally... Right?"
She nodded back to the helicopter, which was being armed with a short-barrelled machinegun. Armed men in fatigues, with flight helmets, were boarding as well. One of them appeared to be carrying a type of grenade-launcher. "This time we'll have some proper support, in case of hostilities from the packmind... You were all properly briefed at the headquarters, right?"
Glein looks over the assembling group. 1 UH-60 Blackhawk, suprlus model brought up to spec, 1 M134 minigun, they were bringing on a Mk 47 Striker grenade launcher, and bringing the gunners to man both. Looking over 'Miss' Barnett, Glein shrugs. "Professionally as can be expected Ma'am. However, all we know is that we were being called up by RSX for a task inside Oregon. So if you'd be so kind as to give us a full pre-mission breifing, we can better do whatever it is we're being requested to do. If you can't do that, then at the very least fill us in on the flight over." Glein explains, helmet on, hands clasped behind her back in a very relaxed form of Parade Rest while they waited the RSX Operative's response. Glein would ask question's about Jenneau's cause for relief, but this didn't exactly seem the time or place for it. Not with THAT much heavy firepower being loaded and checked over.
Edel scratches at her ears and shrugs. "I haven't gotten a proper run-down on what's going on, but it seems simple enough. We'll be fine, I think, but any knowledge or information you wish to share with us would be fantastic." Her eyes wander over the helicopter, specifically the weapons.
Rorne looks over at Miss Barnett, nodding as she speaks. "I'll behave as is necessary, Miss Barnett, so I'll do what I can to act professionally." She looks to the helicopter, seeing the large number of aramaments being brought along. She just hopes that the equipment isn't necessary. No matter where they were going, if that much firepower is needed, something has definitely gone wrong, and she knows it. "As they both said, though, a rundown on the mission would definitely be prudent. Make sure everyone's on the same page."
Her little legs running full speed and her lungs pushing out little sounds that resemble 'woof' with each step Savi comes sliding into the area. Getting lost,as usual, the plant has followed Glein (Not being told specifically not to follow her) and has arrived at the breifing late and completely uninvited. With a Propper salute to the gathered group the tiny girl smiles brightly upon seeing Glein and Edel and promptly skitters up to Gleins side. "Savi is here now." she says simply, unaware that the power-that-be may be annoyed someone just showed up at the semi-secret meeting place, and did so just a few minutes before mission kick off.
The RSX liaision frowns a little more at the short plant-person who arrives late. "So that's coming with us? Hm. Not much of a matter. We'll manage. I'll explain now, as I hate trying to talk over the sound of a chopper. We recieved a scrambled radio signal on a long-derilect civilian channel from Klamath Falls. It was the Coyote Packmind. It was calling us to the negotiation table. It specifically asked for the agents that had made contact last time... It looks like you're the only ones who showed up. We don't know what it wants, it was a short transmission. All we know is that it supposedly wants to talk..."
Well, that was new. "Have you had any other teams than our first incursion go in? Because if so, it's seems strangely peculiar that it'd pick us specifically." Glein says, not really paying too much attention to Savi climbing up onto her. This whole thing was starting to smell rotten somewhere. "More specifically, do we know how it managed to begin using radio transmissions? When we last went in, they seemed to be running as a, group, of hunter/gatherers." Glein asks, since, well, it was a strange thing to happen. Not that Glein doubted Packminds could learn, but they seemed to need new additions to their collective, at least so far as Glein has seen, for them to make leaps and bounds like that.
Edel frowns at Glein. "Why does it seem strange? They know us. Two of us are part of the coyotemind. And they're not base animals, so I'm not entirely surprised that they got a radio working." She nods at Savi. "Nice to have you along!"
