Suiting Up For Tests - RPLOG

Participants

• Alcuine
• Cerl
• Debbie
• Ebreus
• Nekura
• Nuku

Date

15/2/2017

Log

The chopper is filled, but not with agents. Heavy clamps and hooks stand ready for transporting equally heavy equipment. The RSX agent nods to everyone else present. "We've found a site overridden by mutants where they've taken to using the suits for religious ceremonies. We think some of them may be salvageable, but we won't know how many until we get them back here and get to examining them."

Having not done anything lately besides her job at the Red Court Nekura was rather bored to say the least. And while the whole thing with Ixchel was interesting it didn't exactly end in the fun she was hoping to lead into. Either way the Nightmare was listening to the explaination after arriving thouh she seems to have left Ebony home this time.

Ebreus sits next to Debbie as he listent to the Agent explain the mission. As the agent gives an opertunity to speak Ebreus says "You mentioned that these suits are part of ceremonies. That they are sane enough to have ceremonies bodes well. We might be able to acquire them without too much fighting."

Debbie sits with Ebreus, looking curiously around the room during the breifing, she adds on to Ebreus "And should we even be taking them? This feels a little like decerating a temple if these people are worshipping this thing. Why do we even want these suits?"

"Well, if we could just put in an order for some space-capable protective gear, we chould opt for that, but that's not really an option." He moves to close the door to the chopper, but one last person is rushing aboard. "Just in time," he remarks to the shadow vixen. "Ideally, we go in, snatch the goods, get out. No one has to get hurt."

Hurrying onto the roof, Cerl waves at the chopper. "Got room for one more? Great!" Climbing aboard, she quickly greets everyone else and finds an empty seat. "Sorry I missed the briefing, anyone got time to fill me in during the flight?"

Alcuine heard the staticy broadcast about potential aerospace quality salvage, and begged leave of his waitressing at the Scarlet Rose to pursue potential parts for his offtime tinkering. Having been granted leave, he was escorted to the heli-pad by one of the Rose's husky bouncers. It was hard not to draw paralells of a camper being dropped off by a parent, the exitement evident on his muzzle and in the twinkle of his eyes - though somewhat timid as to the prospect of fighting. The smallish kitten, hesitantly follows, sticking close to the larger, more intimidating taur-ish felines.

The agent looks to Ebreus. "I'm one hundred percent behind nonviolent acquisition. We're not here to bust heads or spill blood and that won't help us get into space besides. It's good to hear you lot sound like better than the random berserkers they saddle me way."

Cerl nods. "I'm a big fan of non-violent when possible. It's why I learned stealth skills. Get in, get the goods, get out with as little muss and fuss as possible is always best."

"Don't worry if all else fails I tend to be good at getting other mutants distracted while others acquire things from them," Nekura remarks when the agent says about the five getting the suits non-violently. "Unless of course you count rough sex anyways."

Debbie nods, looking skeptically at the agent. "If y'all say so, but I havn't heard of people parting peacefully with their religious idols. Unless we plan to join the Cult of the Holy Suits" After her quip, she smiles and gives a small wave to Cerl, motioning for her to sit near Ebreus and herself.

Ebreus nods to the Agent then looking to Cerl he says "To put it briefly? Salvage Mission: target salvage Space Suits." as he prepares for flight he looksto Debbie and says "RSX doesn't contract outside help for things that aren't of top importance, neither does Z or the Promies. I'm sure there is a good reason for all this effort."

"Lucky me, I won't be the one hitting the turf." The man sits down beside the pilot as the chopper cuts through the sky in a clean slice towards its target. "We reached the stars once before, before the world fell apart... Before the whole damn world went dark. Hell, when's the last time we got a single peep from Asia or Europe? Is there even anyone else out there anymore?" He waved a hand. "Nevermind that. I'm getting distracted. Today, we focus on the suits."

Cerl looks at the buckles where she's parked herself. "Any chance I could get a hand strapping in for the flight? Hard to buckle up with a tauric body."

"I'm quite happy remaining on the planet but feel free to do all the star gazing you want in my place," Nekura snickers when the man starts going on about how humanity used to be in space before the whole downfall happened. It's not hard to guess she doesn't believe such happened.

Ebreus considers the mission for a moment then, at Cerls request, helps her buckle in. Then adressing the Agent says "So, do we have any sort of map of the site layout or confirmation of target location?" he momentarily glares at Nekura before lightening his expression and calmly stating "He isn't lying. I saw video evidence of it before P-Day."

Alcuine is a bit too distracted to listen effectively, trying to clutch a taur's leg and huddled in a corner of the heli's interior. The smallish feline, hung on as if for dear life. He did not anticipate there not being enough straps to go around for passenger security.

A tap on the side of the agent's head brings up a floating image on the comm units of everyone else. "It's a simple compound. We think it was a tiny museum. Lucky us, they had some legit hardware and, by all reports, were both handling it well and are far enough way from major population centers to be nanite infection or corrosion, minus the mutants."

Cerl stares at the image for a moment. "I'm assuming this museum is inside a bubble, since it's overrun with mutants, correct? Do we know how heavy the nanite levels are in the area now?"

"No, and that's on our sides. The mutants are living outside a bubble, the hard way. I don't even begrudge them. Near I hear, they have a little community farm going and everything. It's almost picturesque, and I'd vote to just leave it the hell alone if not for the hardware we need." The pilot muttered something and the agent nodded. "We're coming as close as we can get without landing in a roar of noise and scaring them right off the bat. You'll have to hike up the rest."

Watching the image on the display Nekura doesn't say anything snarky on the situation as she had about the space travel and instead listens. When talk of landing and walking is made though the herm just eyerolls and goes to stick her legs out the opening. When was the last time she actually got dropped off right where they needed to be anyways? Oh well with any luck the chopper's blades will diffuse her scent so horny mutants don't fall upon them as often happens. Darn heat periods.

Debbie looks over the compound looking for a good way in. "But there likely will be a ton of them in there right? And a museum means relatively open spaces that it would be hard to hide. Do we just go in there and ask for it?"

Ebreus grins at Cerl for a moment then begins studying the layout from the floating image. At the mention of being entirely out-of-bubble he then looks to Debbie and then back at Cerl again before saying "Even better reason to talk instead of fight, higher chances of serious injury." Noting Nekuras movements he calls forward to the Agent & Pilot "Have you considered an airdrop to the location? It'd get us closer or would all good targets for landing be Out of Bubble?"

Alcuine looks around a bit panicked. Not having the longest stride of the bunch, he eventually resolves to ask one of the taurs when they set down for some assistance - embarrassed as he wast to have need to ask of such.

Cerl frowns at the thought of losing half her abilities. "Outside the bubble. Will our comms continue to function well enough for out of sight communications in the event we split up? Well, at least my Fenrir gifted nose won't stop working out there." Checking that her scent blocker is fully charged, she turns it on and sits back.

"We shouldn't have an issue there," assured the agent. "The heli will be the main channel. Switch the channel 04-Beta-6 and we should all be in range easily, provided you don't running past the mission site or anything." There was a soft bump as the helicopter touched down. "Good luck."

Alcuine immediately, albeit shakily, disengages her paws from the taur, scrambling out of the flying death tr- er, vehicle before hes trampled underfoot by the larger morphs.

Ebreus nods and lifts the Lynx onto his back and looking back at him says "Happy to help. Don't fall off." Before returning his attention to his friends, watching their reaction to learning that they will be going Out of Bubble. As the chopper lands he tunes his Comm Unit to the right frequency and crounches as he exits the chopper with Alcuine on his back.

Nekura rolls her eyes a bit when Alcuine tries to get the attention of the taurs and says, "If you really want someone to carry you hop on my back I guess. It's not any different from giving Ebony piggy-back rides when she was a filly."

Debbie stretches as she gets up from her seat on the helicopter. She watches the small cat rush out of then turns to Ebreus raising an eyebrow at him. She follows Ebreus's example and turns on her Comm, before casually walking to the door and hopping gracefully down onto the ground below.

Cerl hits the release on her safety harness and climbs out of the chopper. She tunes her comm to the correct channel, then asks, "Which direction is this museum in, and how far are we to the edge of the bubble here?"

"A bit to the left." Much more helpful than that comes a blip on the HUD of those with a comm unit set up for such, pointing the way directly. "We're picking up no signs of acticity."

Alcuine blinks in surprise as hes lifted on to the very same taur he used as an anchor to the transport. The kitten blushes sheepishly at the thought of his actions on the aircraft directly translating to presumed assistance by the tuar. He was relieved however to be spared from directly asking for assistance, murmuring his appreciation, hoping noone else noticed his earlier discomfort aboard the flight, nor the current pink hue of his short muzzle.

Ebreus begins to walk toward the objective then remembers something and looking back to the group says with a neurvos smile "So anyone been out of Bubble before or are we feeling our way through this?"

Nekura does have a comm at least though that's pretty much the only thing she actually wears in terms of clothing. Seeing the blip she starts to wander towards it, following after the others without much trouble more than likely. Running is probably the second best thing she's good at right after being pounced and violated by random, horny mutants!

Debbie nods back to Ebreus "I lived out of the bubble for years until recently. Its not so bad, just don't mess things up too badly, because there's no easy fixes." She smiles proudly before adding. "This is real survival!"

The building comes into view in just a few minutes of hike. It's a two story museum with a faded large statue of a man in a space suit waving to the trucks that don't go past anymore. It's also quiet. Around to the side, rows of what looks to be farm rows can be seen, allowing a small crop of various vegetables to grow in the warm sun. They appear to have been watered recently.

Cerl shrugs at the way the others are already moving off without working up a plan or worrying about scouting ahead, and hurries after the rest. She keeps a sharp eye out for movement or anything that might be useful as they head towards the museum, keeping to the night time shadows.

As if to punctuate Debbie's words, a soft thumping noise is heard as Alcuine plops his slightly overly large combat helmet onto his head, eartips barely poking through the lower than properly fitted ear holes.

Debbie breathes in the fresh country air as she walks through the grass, way more confidently than she should be for how little she's prepared. Wearing simple street clothes, she doesn't seem ready for any kind of physical engagement, except for a gravity cannon strapped to her back.

Ebreus nods hearing Debbies words and slows down a little and considers the mission. He says "Well if we're not on easy mode we should treat this with all reasonable seriousness. Anyone have a plan?" He stops in place looking at his compatriots one to another after is request for a plan.

Nekura squints at the kitty when they plop the hat on their head then just rolls her eyes again and peers down at the area of the garden. She isn't entirely sure what to make of the whole thing though she ends up following afte the others as they come to a stop and start discussing plans.

Alcuine does find it difficult to balance not only himself but the firmness of his hold on the taur under him, but the height does at least provide a vantage point to scan the periphery the taur could not on his own. His feline eyes flitted from sharp shapes to softer outlines, looking not only for anything out of place or moving, but for locations or materials worth investigating.

"As the prophecy foretold," came a gentle male voice as a pudgy-looking groundhog stepped free from the big sign with a smile. "Are you truly questors of the stars?" He is wearing little, his various bits dangling in plain sight, but not roused. His eyes are calm, his stance relaxed.

Debbie without hesitation replies "Yes, yes we are." She gives a small tauric bow. "We are honored you have come to greet us."

Staying in the shadows, trying to remain out of sight as the groundhog steps out, Cerl decides to use the distraction he provides to sneak on ahead and start scouting the building. Looking for signs of movement in windows, or on the grounds, she attempts to reach the building unseen.

Ebreus quickly looks to Cerl doing his best to convey 'quick make a plan!' without speaking then turns to speak to the groundhog but when Debbie begins to speak he remains quiet and smiles nervously.

"Stars watch over us," proclaims the male with a bow in reply to Debbie. He's not very tall, maybe just barely four feet tall. "The tests await you, eager questors. I do hope you pass, but that will be your test, not mine. We have done our part in keeping the shrine ready for it. Are you prepared?"