Packmind A new beginning - RPLOG
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?"
"I don't to charity for large organizations," as she says this she moves uncomfortable close to wedge as the edges of her moves stretch and her mouth becomes that of a leech infect dripping goo, "This Wolf Wellspring and Wolf Packmind and melting processing.... You are asking use to brave alot. I want to know if there has been any effective methods of dealing with this threat in the past. I'm am not one of those strange coyotes even if I did get the physical infection strain from a nice stud."
She moves over to Biggs while still talking to Sasha, Her form has now shifted to a Cerebus while pointing to Bigg and talking with on head, "Soon.....You." She says to the red shirt. The other head speaks to Sasha as the other two lick their lips and growl at Biggs, "As a non-coyote, I want to know what I can do to prevent being turned into grey goo, eaten, or being useless...you know like these two if they walked into Bozeman." She glance at pair before finally shifting into a human.
Those golden coyote eyes narrow. Packminds? A wellspring. That was their adversary. She shifts her weight in her seat, crossing her digitigrade legs under her skirt. She wasn't unfamiliar with the methods of packminds. She'd never actually come into contact, oh, but she had known about them and had been told stories. Her stomach was all a-flutter by this, though. She'd never actually BEEN up agaist a packmind. No, not even a finger. Her knuckles popped audibly as she gripped the butt of her rifle hard.
"I'm in, but I want to know about any and all theories."
Her voice, strong for her frail-looking form, was even and level. She looks up at the creature talking to Sasha directly, who'd never taken a seat, and was indicating her and another coyote. ...Another Coyote? Curious. Now she was interested on two levels. Yes, this would be even more of a test than she normally did for initiation. She'd note to watch that other one closely.
"I'd also like to know what that agent there knows, that I don't, about coyotes and this infection."
CaseyRune sighs "Damnit, I was right..." They shake their head, sitting closer to the back. "So, what protections against the Wolf Borg exactly do we have? I'm kinda with the others on this one. I'm not a fan of getting myself killed. Its a massive pain in the ass."
Sithra remains silent as all of his questions are being asked by the others. He makes his way towards one of the seats and places his backpack on it. He stretches his back and finally notices another coyote. It's a first 'yote he has ever met. He gives her a firm nod as he sees her looking at him. Then he returns to his backpack and takes out an light armor along with army pants, two boxes with bullets, two prefilled magazines and a bandoleer. He puts his equipment on and sits down, relaxing.
Angus grumbled as he slipped into the breifing room, late to the party once again it seems. To be honest, he really didn't want to go on a mission for the RSx, as he's never had any good dealings with them, and the only thing that was stopping this coyote from bolting at the moment was that he noticed Smokie was here as well.
Looking about the room Sasha starts to answer questions, first with the lion. "
Looking about the room Sasha starts to answer questions, first with the lion. "The only effective ways we have found is to combat them is just that, shoot and keep shooting. We will be heading to the south, down near the border of the states." Then the ever changing Kilsa, "Thsi isn't charity, you will be payed handsomely after your safe return, and, there has been reports of other Packminds fighting with either other, and of a group of Zypher agents who managed to not only be infected but also come back afterwhich, unfortunately those files are sealed, so we don't know where, when, how, or why." She says to the shifter. "As for preventing this, the infection resistance innoculations have proven effective in limited ways, but the only good way is to just not get touched. If you see something odd, shot it, if it doesn't look odd, shot it anyway, unless it is one of our team. She is about to continue when over the intercom comes, "Agent Sasha, your SP time is in fifteen minutes, miss this important mission and I'll have your jackle head on my desk by end of business today, understand!" comes a gruff male voice, she looks to the intercom and snarls a moment, "You heard the man, more explinations will be had on the road, lets go, move, move, move, move." She says, picking up some papers and heading to the door herself. Biggs and Wedge both for thier part look about to wet their pants and actually hold on to each other, but follow Sasha out. Any who follow her to the parking lot will find a covered FMTV waiting for them.
As she passes by Angus she gives him a snarl as well, "You are late! You'll just have to catch up with the rest of the team while we drive to our destination, and if you mess up, it is coming out of your pay, understand?"
"Hmm..." Dio murmurs, putting a paw to his chin as he absorbs all the new information. The lion looks around as he spots Angus walking into the room, giving him a friendly wave. "So, some people have actually come back? Strange how someone would lock down files that could be integral for our survival..." As the call to arms goes off, Dio hops out of his seat and straps the shotgun on his back once more. "Better be some damn good pay for something like this," he says with a slight chuckle and begins to follow Sasha out the door with haste, eying and appreciating the vehicle as he stands only a few feet next to it, ready to hop on.
The nanite adept looks over bigs like a vicious python looking at a crippled mouse. "I'll make you a deal, If you don't die within the next few days, I'll make sure that when I come to get you. I'll even bring along your friend.." She shifts into a spiderwoman, "I wonder what you would do when there is no escape?" She sit looking at the gunner and smiles. "Now imaging this someone smarter than a feral who could look like any creature at any time, they can level a building in minutes and you...your just a human with a rusty looking weapon.. What do you do?" Kilsa laugh with a creepy chittering sound, "Naaaa I'm just screwing with you two, I promise I'm only going to take one of you when you least expect it." She says while adopting a new form of a succubus with a frightening face.
"So Sasha, out of the RSX operatives sent to deal with Oregon Threats how many returned alive and were they any of them as skilled as the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum here, because I've seen some RSX members that I highly respect and that could probably rip my tits off without breaking a sweat.." She grinns in with her sickening face a before crossing her arms and waiting to get to their destination.
Seeing Angus, Smokie jumped up happily to greet her packmate. Of course, the formalities are cut short by the call to arms. She growls, and steps out into the lobby. Anyone looking at the crew of the mutants in the wrong way gets a scowl, and gets to hear the Coyote slap a magazine into her rifle. She loads up into the truck, and saves a spot on either side of her for the two other coyotes.
CaseyRune gets up, checking to make sure that they did have their rifle loaded before heading off with the others down to the garage. takes one look at the vehicle and nods, good to see RSX isn't fucking around. They lean on the side of the vehicle waitng for the others to come down, .45 drawn and ready.
