KS Solutions and Company A Prime Capture - RPLOG
Participants
Date
29/6/2013
Log
The meeting time for the prime specimen capture mission had finally arrived, those brave enough being directed to rally within the briefing room of the K
Dio looks towards the projector once more and then sets the remote back down as he slowly begins a path for the table. "I'm afraid we're on our own for this one. However, they did give us a few toys to play around with." Reaching under the table, the lion pulls out a rather large looking metal box with a lid and sets it on the table. With a clank, the metal lid falls to the table and reveals three identical and interesting looking devices. A bit larger than a pistol, but still shaped similar to a gun with a trigger and all. However, a needle lays where a barrel would be, complimented by a container filled with a strange substance. "This is an experimental drug developed by the Zephyr scientists for just this mission. This injection here should knock a prime out within a couple of minutes or so. It's quite potent, or so I am told. The prick is painful, and you must be in melee range to use it I'm afraid, so hitting the prime with it will cause alarm until he falls asleep. We also managed to secure a few flash bangs."
The lion smiles towards Edel and nods at her idea. "I also have the materials so summon a husky. If you're willing to risk yourself for the sake of the mission, that's certainly an option. Do you think you can handle it?" Digging into the box, Dio pulls out one of the devices and holds it in front of Edel. "If you decide to, please keep this just in case things go sour. Stab, trigger, done. It's possible you'll need to trick the prime into thinking the injection is good. I doubt he or she will happily walk into Zephyr..."
Glein hmmms as she thinks. "I do hope we're not on the clock for this. A properly laid ambush is going to take a bit of time. And we're going to want to position ourselves in a location that'll make it not only difficult for regular ferals to get to us, but also make it easy to overtake the Prime if it comes to that." Glein says, pulling up a map on her armor's tablet of teh Fiarhaven, and looked for areas she'd marked as good ambush points for her patrols on occasion.
Edel looks down at the device and offers another shrug. "Well, like I said. Maybe as a last resort. Last thing I want is to risk being abducted by a bunch of other huskies and ending up in one of their little packs." The needled device is tucked into one of her pockets.
Selina takes one of the devises, "These should help... But who is the best candidate for approaching that close to the specimine? I will say that my skills are mostly focused upon bringing an opponent down. Getting in close, I might go down relatively quickly."
"Don't worry, we'll have all the time we need. A sloppy ambush could leave us in an even worse situation than a regular fight." Handing the device over to the husky, Dio walks over towards the projector once more and points towards the picture of the street. "I believe this is a good spot to ambush our target. Plenty of roof and windows, fire escapes, along with escape routes in the various alley ways if need be. Zephyr has agreed to secure a perimeter of sorts, but it's never been reported of any other ferals attacking agents when a specimen is challenged. However, sometimes underlings of the same type are summoned by the prime itself when it realizes danger."
With a crouch, Dio leans down and picks up another metal box, this one a bit smaller in comparison as he lifts the lid to reveal four grenades. Flash bangs. "You won't be abducted. This would mean mission failure, but I'd kill the prime before something like that occurs. My plan is this..." The lion looks towards the group, his stature prideful and commanding as he crosses his arms. "Edel here pretends to call for the prime in a meeting. She will attempt diplomacy and for whatever reason, convince her that the shot is worth taking. If this fails, we will be laying close by in ambush. Throwing one of these flashbangs will blind our target, giving us plenty of time to inject the drug if need be. After that, we hold our ground until the prime is knocked unconscious."
Glein chuckles. "So you got a Plan A, and a Plan B. What about Plan GTH?" Glein asked. "Besides, we don't know that flashbangs will have that great an effect upon the Prime, or that it can even be convinced Edel is one of it's own kind."
Edel rubs her neck and nods, slowly. "That sounds like a plan. I'm not too concerned with getting in close to a prime. I like to think I'm fairly well trained in close quarters combat, so if it comes to that, I'll be fine." Her dull claws drum along the surface of the table. "I just have to come up with something to convince her. That should be the hard part, but we'll see how it goes, I suppose."
Selina says, "My hope is that I can use my powers to assist in subduing it. Does anyone have powers that could help to keep it in place? Or will the PSAS's shielding provide that, to keep it from fleeing?"
"Plan GTH? I'd say run and shoot. Probably not the best of plans, but it'll have to do," Dio chuckles, digging into the box and holding up a flashbang in one hand. "Primes have eyes just the same as ours, but perhaps a little sharper. It will be either blinded and deaf or closed eyes and deaf. Either way, this provides us with the window needed to inject the prime." Picking up the box of grenades, Dio walks over towards the group and holds it out in front of them.
"There's no such thing as a one hundred percent fool-proof plan," the lion returns. "No matter what we choose, we'll be in severe danger regardless. I believe you can do it, Edel. If things go sour, we're going to back you up. Teamwork and trust is necessary in this mission."
Looking towards Selina, Dio nods and replies. "If we manage to inject the prime, it doesn't matter if it runs or fights. Either way, it's going down. The shielding should indeed help though. If we all agree and there are no more questions, we can get to setting up."
"Right, well, I'll try to disable, since my weapons don't have a less than lethal setting on them." Glein states, taking one of hte flashbangs, and sliding it into a long empty grenade pouch on the MOLLE straps of her armor. Been a long time since she had a grenade of any kind in her kit, it was an odd sensation, having that extra little bit of metal with an explosive heart on her armor again.
Once sure all her kit was good, Glein nodded. "Call up Zephyr, tell 'em to prep the area. I'm sure it's gonna be a fun party we're hosting." Glein says, holding her rifle in a low ready position.
Edel stretches out and folds her arms over her chest with a nod. "I'm ready to go, yes. And I've been working on some less lethal things for you, Glein. Soon enough! Where is this all going to be taking place, anyway?"
Selina looks around, "So, my skills are mostly focused upon doing damage. What about yourselves?"
"Right then," Dio nods, walking back over towards the table and picking up his shotgun. "We're going to the location pictured on the projector here," he says, pointing towards the screen. "As for my skills, I simply do what it takes. That is all." The lion grins heavily as he checks the weapon, making sure its loaded and ready for battle. With long strides and a grenade attached to the rim of his pants, Dio walks towards the door and opens it, letting in the musky scents. "It's about a half hour's walk. We'll set up our positions and prepare there. Shall we go?"
"I'm a Marine. My job is breaking things and killing people usually." Glein says, following Dio out of the room.
Edel turns and shuffles off after the others, pulling down her goggles. "I'm an arms manufacturer. I use what I make, though, so I guess you could say that I hurt things." One the goggles are down, the hood goes up.
Selina nods "Alright then. We'll do what we can. I know that I can't stand in front of it, but I can hopefully do enough damage to keep it down. At the very least, I agree with Dio, the primary objective is to make certain everyone survives."
"Otherwise, I'm ready to go."
After leaving the K
