Roadtrip1 cruisin the coast - RPLOG
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Date
25/11/2013
Log
Once the convoy is clear of the redwood forest, out of range of the last colony and nearing the outskirts of Barstow, the convoy slows to a stop, the trucks grouping up so that the agents of two of the central tracks may maintain the bubble whilst others see to pouring juices, milks and pastes into the trucks' 'tanks' in order to keep them in good running order and eliminate the lingering effects of cross country fatigue.
"Alright Maxwell, spit out your concerns while we refuel, once we skirt around Barstow we hit the sand and tackle the solar farms and undertake a massive salvaging operation that will hopefully keep us from having to worry about new parts anytime soon."
Edel still remains asleep, trying to conserve her energy for when the real work begins. To that end, she doesn't have much to add to a conversation apart from soft murmurs and a few twitches as she rolls over and hugs her tail to herself.
As the convoy rings around to come to a stop, Max disembarks from his place, stepping back over toward the lead truck, and toward Lt Ripley. "My concern is we're walking into this without being as prepared as we could be.", he tells her as he closes into range, stepping right past, toward the truck itself, and the ladder onto the roof. "And I don't mean it in a 'we could go back and waste all this time grabbing some small benefit of people' way. I mean something that we could set up right now, with approval and some discussion."
Much like Edel, Arano was also fast asleep, opening his eyes only slightly as the convoy comes to a stop, but hearing no gunfire or anything to indicate that there is a problem he simply goes back to snoozing, clutching his safed rifle as the (well, presently herm) dragon relaxes in a corner.
Cooped up! Much too cooped up! Dio took a fine catnap just before, but being trapped within a convoy can sometimes be murder in the realm of mental fatigue. The lioness gets out of her seat and stretches for the sky, limbering those taut predatory muscles with any sort of movement she could muster. "My lady," she says, looking at Cookies. "Are you doing well?"
Cookies sort of slides over onto her side in Dio's seat since she was leaning on the lioness while she catnapped!! Still, she snoozes away loudly, poor catgirl obviously having been quite wiped out to begin with.
Lt. Ripley, for reasons that go unremarked happens to be standing on the back of Hicks as he does pushups. Maxwell's approach viewed with a sort of imperious consideration. "Plans don't last thirty seconds on the battle field, so while we have a moment to hear you out, nothing can be expected to come of it should things turn south on us. But for the sake of haste spit it out, I'm missing out on my turn to hear this."
It might be best not to consider what her turn was all things considered.
Edel
Dio looked at the sleepy little cat girl and smiled. She always looked so cute like that. Too bad there wasn't a big vibrating object she could use to jar her awake. Well, at least there's always the traditional and nice way to do it, even if it was considerably less fun. A hand gently caresses over Cookies' head, occasionally scratching behind her triangular ears. "It's time to get up, ma'am," she says rather softly. "We'll probably be heading out again quite soon."
As he gets a remark about the time that he's wasting to give his suggestion, the raccoon is already climbing up that ladder, crawling onto the roof to dislodge the spent disc that lay latched to the roof. "You were in this truck, so I'd have to ask, did you notice the pulse? I saw it from here, the one that blew the hooks clean from the truck before you ended up hauled against the trees? That was this." As he makes those final words, he raises the disc, revealing it to the people below.
Cookies shifts a little and slowly blinks her eyes open, ears flicking about briefly before resting in a perky position. She nuzzles up into the pettings and scritchings, smiling a bit and letting out one long, groggy yawn before she pushes herself up into sitting position. She adjusts her turtleneck and reaches up to rub at her sleepy eyes with both hands, ears flat against her head and tail swaying slowly behind her. "O-okay," she nyas quietly. She takes a few seconds to slowly stand up, then stumble into her usual position right at Dio's side as though she were trying to occupy the same space as the lioness.
Ripley speaks up as she steps off of Hicks and kicks him sharply onto his back, sitting upon his fur softened abs as he arches into a german bridge.
"What I felt was the soldier keeping up the field almost pass out and the soldier transporting us complain. Your toys are a great emergency measure, but I wont have them stranding us or burning out our safety net. So while you may keep them ready and deploy them in dire circumstances, attaching them to the other transports could get us all killed. The rest of you apes, piss, spit and kiss, five minutes until we get back underway!"
Edel rolls over and sprawls onto her back, limbs splaying out. She'd be awful to share sleepng space with, certainly. Thankfully, she isn't sleeping for much longer, stirring awake with a yawn. "Nn. Are we there yet?" She rubs at her eyes and sits up before scratching at her side.
As he gets his response, Max only nods, seating himself up on the top rung of the ladder. "That's exactly the point, Lieutenant. They do nothing before the effect, and do nothing afterward, and unless you want me firing them from the comms truck in our dire circumstances with the risk of missing outright, I need to get them in place now." Placing the used disc into another pouch on its own, the raccoon gglances around the top of the trucks. "I can place them down and leave them idle, as a single shot measure per disc. Since I'm in the comms truck, you can just order their use, but it'll be miles better having them attached and waiting than the order going out and having me popping up top to fire these things from a crossbow." However, even as he explains himself, something hits in his mind for a moment, catches. The solder transporting us? Did she mean the driver? Did the pulse rock the truck's inside too? "And when we get back I'll have to ask about the effects. The pulse order might be a bit too tailored to server bubble use, come to think..."
Arano crackes and eye open and lets out a big ol' yawn, maw stretching wide with the sudden intake of air as he steadily gets to his feet - really needing to shake off the fatigue, "I don't think so - at least I'd be surprised if we did make it without more shooting," he says as he slowly climbs out of the truck to stretch. Might not be long, but a little time to work out the stiffness would be good for him.
"Ah! Good, you're awake." Dio smiles and continues rubbing over the cat girl's head and soon joins her in taking a seat. "I do hope you're prepared? You've been acting quite docile on this mission. Perhaps you're not afraid of the mission itself, but rather... Bah, a topic for another time," she says, waving her hand and reaching down to pick-up her shotgun. "We have an opportunity to help a lot of people with these solar panels should everything work out. I suppose that's something to consider."
"I said we are leaving in five minutes!
Ripley gets up from her perch and heads back to her truck, tossing a towel onto Hicks as he rises. Other soldier stretching their legs, goofing around briefly or actually dipping to the side to seek one form of releif or another even if it were just of leg cramps.
