Factory Dogs - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
1/4/2018
Log
Camped at the entrance to the highway is a human male dressed in overalls wearing a Promethian illuminated helmet. He leans against the cab of what looks like a blue pickup truck and trailer. Quite a few panels of it look like they were eaten through by rust and nanites, but it looks very reliable. As everyone gathers he speaks: "For those who haven't seen me before I'm Smithson and I'll be driving you out to an abandoned solar panel manufacturing facility. Scouts say the place may be structurally unstable, so I expect everyone to be careful. Any questions?"
With a kick in his step and a smile on his face does Otto carry himself, twirling a stick he'd found along the way between his fingers as he bounces with glee and humms a tune. It was a good day, cloudy... but good. The full moon was out tonight, and he had plans with a certain lady friend of his... so why not do something to occupy his time, right?
Well... the Prometheans weren't the sort to dispatch folks on missions, or such were his observations anyway. Now that something of theirs had finally popped up, Otto was rearing to get going. Hey, he had a faction to stick with, right? Imagine his surprise, though... when he spots Smithson of all people. "Smith?" Otto asks, a brow raised at the human. "Just one question, weren't you with Zephyr?"
"Hey Smithson," Narwen calls, waving a forepaw. "Hey Otto. Hey folks." The skunk beast steps up into the back of the pickup and settles down on the corrugated surface, saddlebags clinking. "Guess it's just us today? Hm, lessee. Any word of anyone or anything out there wanting to ruin our day? An' if, being wildly optimistic here, there do turn out to be a bunch of panels there, do we have anything bigger'n the pickup to haul them back?"
Pelle flies throw the sky over to where she herd the mission will start having made sure to stock up on ammo for most of her weapons. when she lands she gives a wave to all that stands there. "Hello all, and I hope things go well"
Sensuen walks up to the gathering upon the highway and the assembly of people around a blue pickup truck, though rusted and seemingly somewhat nanite eaten, the damage seems mostly cosmetic to her. Sen doesn't really bring too much gear a bow, a rifle, a spade and a canteen. A black newish messanger bag hanging off Sen's shoulder and is secured to her side holds some small things that she'll need for the trip including her stainless steel canteen that she's had since coming here.
Ebreus walks down the road toward the meetingplace and the familiar Promethean and his truck. The large Hellhound smiles to see he'll be working with Smithon again. "Hello Smithson, nice to see you again." he says and as he spies Otto and Narwen his grin grows a bit. He thinks for a moment as he's asked if he has questions, "Well. Anybody here have experience with structural engeneering? And anyone else here have nanomagic?" he asks looking over the group.
Smithson looks to Otto in confusion. "I've always been promethian. I just get hired out for Zephyr missions too because I'm one of the few people with a working truck." He then turns to Narwen, adding: "Other than the building itself there wasn't anything else reported by the scouts. And I have a trailer here to haul back anything we find. Anything else?"
"Well... nice to smell a lot of familiar scents." the fennec shrugs lightly as he hops into their transport, picking one of the back seats this time, though more such that he was able to pull out his laptop and browse his salvaged audio files. Before long, the beats of Daft Punk could be heard, something about being stronger, better, faster or something? It made little sense, but one had to admit, it was a catchy beat.
Giving the newly arrived agents a wave and a nod in greeting, Otto leans back in his seat and yawns widely, stretching out as he minimizes the music player and goes on to fiddle with his various weapons designs. For the most part... it was pretty common stuff, likely just commissions he'd received here or there...
"Yes, to both." he answers quietly and pulls out a flask, gives it a shake, then unscrews the lid. Whatever was in there must have been quite vile, by the looks of Otto's face once he has a sip of it. "Never gonna get used to that..." he mutters before re-pocketing it. "Good on ya, Smith. Think you can hook me up with a radio? I have this old junker rented and I want to install something to play music while we're on the road.""Sweet." Narwen settles down for the ride, swapping a couple of notes with Ebreus.
Pelle nods to ebrsus as she gets into one of the empty seats of the car "no to the first ebreus and jest to the second"
Sensuen looks to the one leading them all and asks, "About this trailer, what if the things we find are too large or heavy for all of us to lift?" wondering where she might fit in the car, though she sees Pelle fitting in easily enough.
"I don't have a radio, just the comm. And I have tools for taking apart salvage if it gets too large for the trailer." Smithson finishes before getting in and starting the truck. Once everyone is on, and the group sets off on their mission. The trip out takes a few hours, and soon The truck drives into the target town. "You feel that? there's a nanite bubble here. It's weak, but that could account for the factory's structural instability. Speaking of which..." As Smithson said this, The truck pulls into the parking lot of the factory.
Jamming out to the beats all the while the trip lasts, Otto passes the time with his favorite pastime, relaxing. For the most part, he simply stares out the window and watches the terrain pass by, so used to the discomfort of leaving the bubble that it meant nothing to him anymore. With or without it, it made little to no difference, didn't it?
He seemed... serene, almost. Thoughtful in a unique kind of way, even as he sways his head and bobs in time with the beat, those large ears following behind. Soon, the fox's focus was broken, and his attention torn back into reality.
"I don't feel anything." Otto shrugs "But then again that's probably just me." he adds as he surveys the area. A sharp whistle parts his lips. "Something big ripped through there." the fennec points his index finger straight at the loading dock door... or rather the hole there...Narwen sniffs at the air as the truck pulls to a stop. "Okay, that's... interesting. Wonder if it's a small and weak bubble, or if we're on the edge of a real one?" He hops down from the truck bed and stretches, working out the kinks. "Also wonder what it did to the locals around here. Oh geez, yeah, speaking of," he says, following Otto's gesture. "That does not look like a good time. So, uh, anyone got a better idea than rolling on up to the big hole? Maybe there's a, uh, non-monster-sized entrance."
