Fes Fiasco - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
29/4/2013
Log
The distress call goes out again, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" The feed cuts off as several message are sent out many of the capable people around. A team is complied by the big three and each member of the team is given the information on the all those chosen, The message each to each of them is too meet up with the others inside of Zephyr building for a briefing. The com crackles dead for each of them as they are given orders.
Tyl first heard the call on his HAM radio, set up in his room back at home. He'd immediately suit up as his contacts from the Prometheans called him up and told him he could help out with the situation, packing his SMG, his hooked blade, his slingbow, and his stealth module. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to put on his full suit of armor, so his underarmor would have to do for this mission. He'd run out the door and move down the highway, headed for Zephyr HQ. Having quite the ways to go, he'd probably arrive after the rest of the group, unfortunately.
The clitter clatter of plated hide can be heard against each and every hard surface the spidier woman crosses. Her dress leaves far to be desired, almost ironic as she is carrying a sewing kit and absentmindedly working on applying dyes to something. She stops and waits outside the Zephyr building, having skimmed the dossiers, she's sure who should be here, at least, but not entirely sure about anything else. "As long as they show up this is the right spot right?" she chitters to herself.
Looking over the dossier, Arlan was less than pleased to note that most of this team would be Prometheans, at least Spade was someone he'd worked with in the field before. With nothing else to do about it, Arlan stocked up on trouble-gear and reported to the briefing.
Exiting the Zephyr building with a grimace, Aescher approaches Spade, recognizing them from the pile of dossiers he'd been handed over breakfast. The rat has an inordinate amount of gear attached to his form and a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulder. He stops a short enough distance away that proper interaction is made difficult.
Eri poked her head out of a nearby allyway looking up and down the street and scanning over the building's windows before she took her first step into the light. She was a leapord tauric woman no less then 8 feet tall dressed in a long black leather trench coat, with blood red leather trim that cut down the center of it's back where her tauric body would meet where the leather's flow down her body, the jacket be like a surcoat beyond that point. And inside the unzipped coat was a set of body armor with combat webbing. Her tauric half however was covered in what seemed to be modified combat webbing as well something fittings for a taur and custom made, of course, though it made her seem like a pack animal for weapons with holsters and satchels all over her. She also had a set of red tinted tea-shades over her eyes, as well as a massive holstered revolver on her hip outside of the jacket. In her hands was the biggest, black metal thompson submachine gun that could fit in a soldier's arms. A potent looking weapon none the less and didn't look like any ordinary Tommy-gun.
As the group arrives a male human with large bunny ears growing out of his head, "Ah you've arrived." He looks over his own dossier to confirm the identies of the group. "Well I'm going to be frank with each of you. We have a very time sensitive mission. About three hours ago we sent in a team to answer a distress call thats been broadcasting over and over." He motions for the group to follow him, "Wait... Ones missing." He notices Tyl in the distance and leans his head to the side. "Alright. We are going to talk and walks follow me." He starts to walking with a sigh, "Alright we sent Team Squeaky Duck in to find out who was stuck in there and bring them back so we could innoculate them and get them in the swing of things. Now one hour in they were fine, then suddenly they mentioned a fog and their coms all went dead at once. We haven't had contact with them since. They traced the signal to A Business Complex just north of here called FES Systems. We want you to save them and find out what is going o our there because they were an ill-prepared scouting team. None of you should have the same problem." The bunny-eared man spoke simply, "Any questions?"
Tyl caught up with the rest of the group and tried to fill himself in with what he missed. Wasn't hard, thankfully, due to the rabbit-man's repetition of the plan. Scouting team went missing, they were being sent in as backup to try to get them, and those who released the distress signal, out. He had no questions about the mission, but he didn't know much about his teammates. Noticing the files the others had, Tyl would request his own set to go over before they left, so that he may read over them on the way there.
Spade cracks a smile as 'squeaky duck' is mentioned, following the large bunny to wherever they wish to bring them. "Not really, just go see whats wrong and bring people back if we can right?" she chitters. Her hands continue to work at her needle-work, her body producing threads for it's use. "When should we leave, is a better question, it's a time sensitive mission right? Is there transport?"
"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear? Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know."
"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear? Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know," Arlan stated with slight disbelief.
Aescher keeps silent as he trails a small distance behind the group, listening to their questions attentively and offering none of his own. He takes the time he has seperate from the group to examine his rifle and move some of his smaller pieces of gear around for better access.
Eri silently swung the heavy tompson machinegun over her shoulder and wandered out from the allyway and slowly followed after the group, pausing for a moment to beckon Aescher to follow along with a wave and a smile.
"There will be Transports but considering we don't know exactly what happen to the agents we will have you dropped off before you reach visual range. No chemical warfare will be used not my call but those money grubbers above my paygrade don't see a reason you would need it." The speaker continued to walk as the group came up to a large military transport vehicle. "Now this part comes from me, If things get hairy and you can't save them, cut and run. Information that you may learn may help us to finally figure out what the hell is going on." He says as each of the group is helped into the tranport. "Come back soon." He finishes as the vehical starts up and slowly pulls off, northbound to FES. The Radio on the Transport cackles to life, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" Just as quickly as it came the signal dies again.
Tyl listens carefully and grabs his dossiers, flipping the first one open and quickly scanning over it. Head would be raised only so he could step into the transport without falling flat onto his face. "Will do." he'd assure the rabit-man with a nod, before heading back into the dossiers and reading over them. He would make sure to hold onto Eri's at the end of this. Ear would flicker back and forth when the radio signal came in once more. Same as before, exactly the same. Prerecorded message? But that would mean someone had to set it up to repeat it...
Spade frowns at the radio, chittering in annoyance as she puts away her kit and shakes her head, pulling out a gun and a small moai statue which she gives a few rubs to. "That sounds so odd." she finally says.
