Packmind A new beginning - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
20/4/2013
Log
In a corner room of the RSX HQ, Sasha along with Biggs and Wedge wait for the agents to answer the call. Sasha is an Anubis Servant, standing there and looking out the large window. While she has hit the glass ceiling, she doesn't feel she could do her mother right by getting forced into being human. She wairs a simple yet durable white t-shirt and denim pants. Her tail is bristled behind her and her ears swing about in annoyance. Biggs and Wedge themselves are human, in more uniform style attire, red button up shirts, ties, and black slacks. They are busy preparing a presentation for the agents when they arrive, and look far more nurvous then Sasha herself.
Seems like almost everyday there's another interesting call to action. At least it keeps things from getting boring. From the sound of it however, this call seems a bit more dangerous than the typical calls for help that usually come though. Dio checks his semi-formal suit and pants are up to proper aesthetic par and decides to bring his new weapon along via a strap on his back. Dio sets off for the RSX HQ and walks into the meeting area. "Greetings," the tall silver lion says with a bow, "I understand there's a job that needs handling?"
Kilsa walks with all the grace a tentacle monster could show. Her excitment was almost thick in the air as she walked up to the Anubis Servant and decide to have a little fun as she approach shifting her form before looking at Sasha and smiling, "Hello, I hear there is something you need taken care of." She grins almost ferally in her feline form while eye Sasha like prey...
She never worked with RSX. Never, it was a rule. She'd heard stories and they'd bothered her. BEING here, that enraged her. She could feel the eyes on her thin form, her flat chest, all layered with baggy clothes and a long, dirty skirt of scraps. Eyes on her missing ear, and her rusty old m16, and her pockets full of magazines for it. All these damn humans. Call her another one of those Fairhaven freaks! She actually LIVED. Letting herself into the briefing room, she sees the two earlier agents. Familiar, at least, from Zephyr. She'd seen them around before. Two suits, and a plainsclothes Jackal. She'd pay attention to the Jackal. She takes a seat, holding her rifle in her arms.
CaseyRune enters the briefing room, muttering to themselves while slipping a syringe into their pocket. "And they wonder why I don't report in often." They give a quick scan of the room, redshirt, redshirt, agents, and important looking jackal. Interesting. "What horrid new beast ate a squad of Redshirts today? I'm assuming that's what this is about."
"What the hell am I doing here..." mumbles Sithra to himself as he walks towards the briefing room. He is really low on money and this mission looked pretty simple to him. He feels people's eyes on his exposed body. Humans... They're probably just shot him if he would do something that they wouldn't like. His old, rusty RPD hangs on his shoulder, along with his backpack. He slowly walks into the briefing room, "Hello, I've heard that you need people to handle something." he says.
As Dio walks in, Sasha smiles while Biggs and Wedge get finished setting up the projector. "Welcome, yes, there is quiet the job that needs doing." Shortly after Kilsa walks in and both Biggs and Wedge look terrified, reaching for side arms, but Sasha gives them a hard look. Knowing her eyes alone have been known to give men greater then them cause to curl up and cry, they simply get back to work on the projector. She gives a nod to Smokie and to Sithra, "Yes, there is a job to be done, and nice weaponry, but be careful, our foe isn't known to give you time to prepare." she explains. Both Biggs and Wedge again sweet bullets as Casey mentions a squad of Redshirts. Sasha just smiles. "Ok, introductions, I'm Sasha, Agent 3rd class of RSX Solutions, and these are my assistants Biggs and Wedge. I'll welcome your introductions after our presentation." She says, looking over to the now readied screen. "Here is what we know on our prey. It is highly intellegent, though seems only to be concerned on one thing, and that is capturing or destorying everything in its path," on the projector comes some very poor quality images of what looks to be a massive wolf, with many, many smaller wolves that look just like it darting about. "We have designated it Oregon Threat #4, the Wolf Wellspring and Wolf Packmind. Thought to be destoryed by the Coyote Pack, they have resurged from out of an area near what was once Portland Oregon. Caution is adviced when dealing with any member of this entity." (cont)
Sasha clicks a button and the slide changes, "Here is what we know about how it fights and our current situation." she says as the information is up on the screen for all to read. "A simple scratch or bite is enough to cause major harm, though exaclty how this works is still being researched, a few have witnessed thier infectious properties to cause very unpleasent transormations on a rapid scale, and near gureented lost of sanity. This particular Pack and Wellspring have been sighted moving up toward Washington's borders and we need to find a way to stop them as well as why they are coming up toward our state." With another push of the button the slide changes again, "It has been documented that the changes would cause agents to 'melt' so to speak, and be lost to us, however, something that has changed," and there are pictures on the screen depicting the old methiods that Packminds would work under, "Now, somehow, they convert on the spot, one agent has been able to come back with this information, before being converted himself, his high levels of resistance innoculations helping keep him stable and sane till he could get back to our HQ." (cont)
Then the slide changes again, showing a progression of this agent from human, then cringing in pain as his bones and muscles change shape, next, laying on the ground from the pain unable to even stand, then, finally, a feral wolf, lunging against the bars that held him. The next slide documents, "When you do finally kill them, they still 'melt' into this strange goo, and bleed through the ground, exactly what happens then, is still unknown to us." With that she turns the projector off, "Any questions?"
Seeing the others walk in, some familiar, Dio gives them a friendly wave with a slight smile. It's usually a smart idea to get on your team's good side when you have the possibility of getting violently torn limb from limb after all. Before the presentation started, Dio decided he'd make himself comfortable by taking a nice seat somewhere only a few feet from Smokey. Awful lot of guns, but the situation certainly justified it. On his own back lays a modified pump-action shotgun, clearly in view as the lion takes it off and rests it upon his lap, allowing him to lean back and relax in his seat.
As the slides and presentation goes by, Dio takes in each bit of information with extreme interest. He had heard about this packmind problem before, but he wasn't too keen on all the finer details. With the presentation now over, Dio raised his fuzzy hand into the air to ask a question. "Instant infection? That's awfully dangerous. How do you suppose we combat this menace? Just keep shooting at them until they turn to goo? Also, where exactly will we be heading once this briefing is complete?"
