Soldiers of the Sun - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/1/2014
Log
Far outside the safety of the bubble, a pair of Promethians, strong Clydsdale Studs, pull a pair of carts with the agent volunteers inside. If they are successful, the carts will then be used to bring back the injured and perhaps some of the before mentioned solar panels. The area is very vibrant, green, though not too many trees about. Brush dominate the area, as well as tall grasses. In the not too far distance is the facility itself. It seems that weather, time, and raiders have not been kind to the place. Stopping there, the pair of workers from New Dawn look back, "We will stay under cover here, come back if you need or when you've found our borthers and sisters. It would be a bonus to recover some usable parts, but we are more worried about our people." Says the bigger of the two.
Hopping off the ride excited and happy, Saviante skitters around in small concentric circles as she waits for the group to get off the carts. Her shemagh and goggles off, Savi's prismatic tattoos gleam on her face as she eyes left and right excitedly. "comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon." she mumbles to no one at all aimlessly running her four hands over her gear to constantly check for readiness. With a brief pause and moment of clairity, she turns to the others assembled with an honest look. "We should scout first, wandering in could be very very bad."
A tallish talakai looks up at some of the other then smiles. "So what's the plan?" shi says as shi steps down out of the cart. The talakai looks around with hir hand on what looks like a small baton, ready in case an ambush is waiting.
Edel hops off of the cart, her drone in tow as it hovers quietly. "Feels good to be outside again! Not as many ridiculous mutant things. But I agree, scouting would be handy. Unless any of you are good at it, I'd be happy to." She adjusts her straw hat, glancing up at the sky. "Not much in the way of cover, though, that's for sure. Maybe I'm small enough to hide in the tall grass to jump out at unsuspecting people."
After taking a rather heavy bite of some tough looking food and a handy purifying tablet, a silver lion shivers slightly as his body and skin hardens a bit to better protect against attacks. Putting the rest of the food away, Dio leans back to enjoy the slow cart ride, occasionally looking over his trusty shotgun that would hopefully go unneeded. "Whatever works," he says, scooting himself off the cart in a rather dignified manner. "But I believe if we stick together in a somewhat spread out formation, all should be well if we look out for bandits. Did we ever get the last known coordinates of the second team?"
Buzamu chuckles at Saviante's actions. "Hyper much?" She asks, jumping off teh back of the cart. Thing was almost worse than a duece-and-a-half on a shitty road. Which Iraq had a lot of. "God what I wouldn't give for a proper vehicle to drive around these days. I really do hope RSX, Z, and hte Prommies get that plan of theirs off the ground. Radio chatter's been getting heavier lately about it." She says, looking over the area around them.
Figuring that there were likely to be civies around, and being that they were most definitely NOT in a nanite bubble, well, that made it paramount to be careful on fire. Ejecting the magazine in her rifle, Buzamu also pulls back the 'bolt' to extract the live caseless round she had chambered. Once this was done, tapping her inside forearm mounted tablet, popped open one of the magazine compartments in the breastplate of her armor, and puts in the magazine, and pulls out one with a blue tape wrapped around it near the Magpul grip. That handled, she loaded it and nodded.
"So, want me to get airborne, see what I can see?" Buzamu asks, looking over those assembled. It was definitely time for them to keep this operation moving, and well, out here, not exactly a lot of cover.
Winter disembarks. The demoness looking very uncomfortable outside the only home she's known. Inside the bubble that is. She stretches her wings before folding them back as she sniffs the air they stir up. "Well, this'll be lovely I'm sure. Just what do these things we're looking for actually look like?" she squints in the sunlight. "Think I can fly out here? I've never been.. outside." she finishes.
The studs look to each other, "The last known location was in the the facility itself, and no idea where exactly. The best bet would be to scout out the area and figure things out, from there however, we are not sure what would be best." says the fully male one, the herm one nodding back. "And the plant is right, careful out here, we wouldn't want the humans spooking." Shi says. Nothing much to go on yet.
Turning to Winter, Savi points to the buildings in the distance. "Long, flat, black glass, metal frame. Should be rather large." With that she turns and faces the buildings and watches, two hands shielding her eyes, two planted firmly on her hips. "If you fly be careful, they may have rifles. If the buildings are not flat, burned, or overgrown, you can expect them to be inhabited." Her stare unbroken, Savi lets her vision take in not only the buildings, but the surrounding area, watching not for anything specific, but the tellings of life. A glint or more importantly, the telling hint of movement. Speaking to only herself, Savi frowns. "Ironically... we should have come at dark."
Edel flips a switch on her sword's scabbard and flashes a smile. "Well, I'm ready for whatever! Though I do think Dio is right about us sticking together. It would be wise."
Buzamu nods. "Agreed. And if you think you can help me spot trouble from above missy, that'll help a bunch. Having an extra pair of eyes has not hurt once." She says, looking at Winter and then back to the rest. "Sounds like a solid plan. The pair of us above, teh rest below? We'll try and keep each other aware of what we see and and pick up, that way we can reduce the likelyhood of ambush and miscommunication. If these folks are still 'natural' humans, they're likely to think us ferals, though our equipment and gear would indicate otherwise."
Alta watches and listens, doing a preliminary check of hir surroundings. Satisfied with the lack of things shi sees, Alta glows brightly for a moment. When the light fades, instead of a talakai, an anthro phoenix is in its place. "I have no problems flying in. Plus I have a few abilities that could aid with our goal." Concentrating, Alta looks over the group, smiling at each of them. Shi says mentally to the whole group.
"Remember," Dio comments, strapping his shotgun upon his back while looking towards the other member of the party, "We're dealing with individuals who might be holding the other team hostage as far as we know. They could be murderous bandits that would love to take a few potshots at winged lady. Or maybe they're misunderstood humans with an itchy trigger finger trying to survive the apocalypse. Either way, let us begin heading towards the building." With an adjustment of his suitcoat and a tap upon his heavy armor just underneath, the lion squints his eyes at the building in the distance. "It's also quite difficult to fly outside the bubble. Either way, we should start moving soon before it gets too dark."
Winter shrugs faintly and rubs her neck with her hand "I suppose we should try to keep the sun in their eyes then." she says, glancing down at her quite non-existant equipment and then back to Buzamu. With a slight grin she tests her wings for a brief spell "Well, I'll do my best not to get shot then!" she says with a laugh as she crouches down and pushes off, lifting herself off the ground with a few powerful strokes of her rather large wings.
She stops just shy of the treetops trying to atleast get some view of the area to make sure she's not going to get shot down. She doesn't stay for long, she was not quite built to hover, after all, and she quickly descends again to report.
Alta looks to the others and nods. The baton in hir hand grows to a full sized staff, with a stylized blade at one end. Alta quickly moves towards the trees, in search of what little cover is available. If things did not go to plan, then shi would at least have some battlefield advantage, however slight it is.
The weather overhead, with the partial clouds, threatens a storm, the late afternoon sun setting slowly behind the building. Everything looks fairly still right now, only the wind criscrossing moving the grasses around, the few branches and the bushes.
Savi Takes her shemagh out of her pack and places it swiftly around her face, knowing full well the unsettling effect her 'mouth' can have on others. Her face now covered, she folds two of hr arms neatly behind her back, the others she holds out slightly away from her sides, palms up and open. Nodding towards Dio she agrees. "Then we should probably get started." She says and calmy, and slowly, begins 'walking' toward the compound.
Buzamu nods at Dio, and with strong flaps of her wings, gets airborne, realizing that powered flight was going to be a right pain in teh air. The air was still, which mean not nearly as many opertunities to glide for extended periods. Sadly, she doesn't have an eagle's sight, so she can't fly as high as she'd like and still see enough details to keep an eye out. As it is, Buzamu at this point can still be easily seen as a person with wings, but it's tricky. Then again, there's also that storm brewing, so Buzamu is wanting to stay low enough to hte ground to dive should the air start feeling overly electrified.
Edel pulls the brim of her hat lower. If it rains, at least she's prepared! She sets off after Savi, a rather content expression on her face. "Maybe we'll even make some new friends out here! Who knows!"
"Very well," Dio nods, watching Winter and Buz shoot up into the air. "I'll take the more direct approach and walk towards the building. I suggest others should probably take a more stealthy route so we can have a few aces up our sleve. Consider us the distraction I suppose." With another tuck at his suit-coat, the silver lion begins making his way towards the facility, keeping his eyes and ears open for any potential dangers.
Not spotting anything that's an immediate threat, Winter takes to the skies again, following the draconic womans example. Using her wings to simply launch herself above the treetops, glide for a little bit and then gently fall down, catching her breath before doing the same thing again.
Seeing a pair of mutants taking flight, someone decides that is threat enough. A pair of shots ring out from somewhere in the facility, intent on striking the pair. Buzamu's hit square in the leg, while Winter's armor takes the hit. There was hardly any flash, and very little sound as well. Another shot rings out, this one pointed toward the ground, but, without good visuals on the ground force, it was wild, or warning shot at best!
Buzamu hisses, and focuses on teh task at hand. "We got a sniper out there, I say again, sniper in the AO." Buzamu barks through the radio, looking towards teh building trying to spot the shooter while still keeping aerial coverage of the ground team with her lazy gliding laps, occasionally flapping her wings to give her a bit of altitude to maintain same.
Winter is a bit startled by getting hit. Still, it seemed her comrade had it worse. Her protective instincts kicking in, she concentrates, hardening her natural armor further and flaps her wings, trying to make herself a juicy target to draw the fire away while doing some evasive action. Hopefully she could lure the attacker out and the rest could find where the shots came from.
Savi scans the windows, her lower arms going to the grip of her laser cannon. "Dammit..." she whispers softly. Not stopping her advance Saviante raises her voice to a shout. "We are not hostile unless you want us that way. We seek parley." at this point the plant stops her forward movement and stands still, calmly waiting for some answer.
Alta makes it to the trees and runs along the tree line. Upon hearing the shots fired, Alta freezes and looks around. With the sky getting dark it would be hard for hir to see where exactly the shots came from. Slowly and quietly shi makes hir advance next to the trees, stopping again to let hir staff go back to baton sized so shi would seem less threatening. Stepping away from the trees, Alta caustiously moves towards Savi. The last thing Alta wanted was to get hirself or one of the others hurt.
Dio hears the first shot ring out and could only guess it was directed towards the flying pair. His leonine ears twitch about, watching the rather wide shot cross his path and attempting to find where it came from. Perhaps the shot originated from the closest building, but he certainly wasn't very sure. It wasn't worth betting on. They don't seem too keen on violently gunning the party down, but rather ward off what they feel are a threat. With a cough, the feline holds up his hands in the air, hoping to come across as little as a threat as possible as he advances slightly forward, trying to see if he could get that shooter to spot his peaceful gesture.
Edel stops beside Savi, then reconsiders and shuffles a few paces off to the side, in case she gets shot at. "Hopefully this doesn't get ugly, hmm?" She looks about for some kind of patch of grass tall enough for her to hide in.
An interesting sound comes from the facility, it sounded like the hum of an entertainment system being powered up. Not long after that, everyone's ears are assulted by some very very badly song Madonna, Like a Virgin. From the brush and trees a great deal of animals, coyotes, rabbits, wolves, foxes, and even a few mutants go running! Then from somewhere in the distance, a long howl can be hard, a few other noise joining it. The 'music' is earsplitting to those with more animalistic hearing!
Alta puts hir hands over hir heads and slowly kneals on the ground. "Whoever is in there, please we just want some help. We mean no harm." With that, shi puts hir hands on hir ears to make it so that hir brain would not want to implode from the horrible, horrible, music.
Winter is too tired to keep up her airborn dance for too long and finally touches down in the open, still presenting herself as a juicy target if someone decides to open fire. She puts her fingers in her ears and winces. Thankfully she's not exactly gifted in the ear department but it's still painful to hear.
With his leonine ears enhanced by another mutational power, Dio's surrendering hands descend down to cover them in a desperate attempt to escape the awful singing the very best he could. He remembered clearly the day that song came out, never much a fan for the tones of Madonna or her songs, especially sung by someone with a ghostly whail. He could only hope the banshee would tire so he could be free from such torture.
