Apollo Rising - RPLOG
Participants
Date
7/3/2014
Log
RSX has sent you all out here to do some recon of the strange occurances in this area. The readings indicate that the signals originate from below the Com tower. It's quite easy to find as it really sticks out of its surroundings. Data indicates that there is a lab of some sort beneath the structure.
The sun is glaring down from above as the team nears the supposedly abandoned research lab. It's unusually warm for this time of year but then again the weather up in the mountains has always been fickle. The mountains also get the blame for the increasing amount of static noise coming across the com channels. As it is, you are all standing infront of a large metal door off to the side that, according to your intel, leads down into the lab.
Being a Zephyr employee and a 'citizen' of Fairhaven, Dio hasn't explored much of Woodfield besides the occasional operation here or there when needed. Ready to break away from his month or so of relaxing and lazing about like a true lion, the suit-wearing feline arrives at the designated research area. His heavy armor, with perhaps more underneath, occasionally clanks, while a shotgun rests securely in his right hand. Cursiously enough, his left holds a tasty looking snack, each bite giving his body a surge of strength to help resist damage! But before heading inside, he looks towards the other group members and sizes them up. "Is everyone ready," he asks before taking another bite and stashing the snack away.
Loveblade moves up to the buildings side, her eyes looking up to spot any holes or ports that might have been gnawed upon, checking the outer structure for signs of forced entry as she readies herself to move forward. She brought some extra gear, not sure if the mission would turn into a search and rescure, or what would become of her at the end of the day, but, that was why she had been offered the job. Her muscles flexed as she wondered how to approach, scanning, the Laser Rifle and Flamethrower at her side complimented her scales, while waist holds a fiber mesh belt and two Kevlar battle pouches in leather sleeves, a Glock pistol, dagger and Swiss army knife tied in with empty fittings for more weapons. Various Nano-Active tools dot the back of the belt in holsters and pouches. A micro computer is there, SONY on the front and spray-painted black to match her scales, the control screen and pad with attached ear-piece fitted to the underside of her left bracer. Her back has a pack, large to fit her body and easily carried with her heroic strength, ammo clips along the side and for spear and sword-work, two curved scimitars sit in easy reach with space for two more fittings.
Lizzie crouched down on a rock, combat energy claw, pistol, and backpack full of survival gear there. Her combat armor creaked a little bit as she knelt there, a small comm unit crackled with static before being finally flipped off, a test to ensure the problem traffic was still going around. "Grace, get your ass up here. It's time to get to fuckin' work." The mercenary shouted out behind her, switching her eyes over toward the door and moving slowly toward it to examine it a little more closely. "Don't think you should just jump the fuck inside that bitch though. That asshole might have old defenses still active. I'm gonna take a close god damn look but if any of you assholes have any security knowledge you might want to take a good fuckin' peek before we pop this bitch open like the legs of a huskey in the Zephyr lobby."
Grace isn't far behind Lizzie, hidden behind the rock face the human is perched on. She tugs at the collar of the body armor Lizzie had lent her. It's a little bit on the small side, but protection is protection. She also has a 9mm pistol from the same source, but doubts she'll use it. "I'm coming, hang on," she says as she climbs up and crouches down beside Lizzie.
Meek pokes about a few paces behind the group, hitting the side of her radio trying to coax it into working. It sputters and statics back, despite showing the coordinates perfectly. Meek is a bright-eyed phoenix, curious and pleasant but a bit out of her depth working in the field. She had a short career as a Zephyr field agent but hasn't been out on an assignment in some time. Her inexperience is apparent in the apprehensive gaze she's giving to all the heavy firepower of the other members as compared to the medical kit slung around her shoulder and a backpack with some extra food, a clipped survival knife, and a few other odds and ends. "R-Ready!" she answers Dio, lying.
The metal door gleams dully in the sunlight. It appears to be quite unlocked and ordinary. After Lizzie makes sure it's actually completely mundane, it swings open on well-oiled hinges and a gust of hot air blows out from it. Flourecent light greets you as well as a wide metal staircase leading down into the structure below.
Dio does another look over the group and raises an eyebrow. This was certainly going to be an interesting mission one way or another. The lion rolls his shoulders and fumbles around in his pocket until he finds his objective. With a press, a small buffering layer of nanites surrounds him, further assisting in mitigating damage. As a gust of warm wind hits his face, he quickly brings back a hand to brush down his mane and soon straightens up his suit. "The door seems safe enough," he comments, moving a bit closer and peeking inside, "But naturally we can't be sure how safe the inside is. I'll be willing to take point if desired. Let us press onwards, slowly, and keep your eyes open."
Slowly but surely, Dio walks through the doorway, taking careful steps while sniffing about and keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any disturbances.
Lizzie clicks her tongue a bit after the examination. "Well, all the shit must be way the fuck inside. Looks like the fuckin' lights work too. I was kinda fuckin' hopin' it was gonna just be some small bitches messin' with getting only the comm shootin' some fuckin' static but if they have a hold shittastic lab workin' at things who the fuck knows what could be down here." Nanties loose in any research facility would always be a problem of course but it was a matter of degree. At least her complete immunity to such things might shield her but if other jobs were any indication almost everyone had some form of way around things like that.
"Go ahead and take fuckin' point. I'll cover your furry ass and we can move this on. Couldn't get one good damn briefin' and not even a fuckin' chance to take a shower before they shuffle my ass off on a mission." She swears to herself as she moves behind Dio, looking around past him and waiting for him to walk along inside. "Just stay with me Grace and we'll get fuckin' paid for this bullshit and maybe they got some old CDs or some other cool shit in there as a bonus."
Loveblade grins and blinks her eyes to adjust to the low-light levels, looking over the group that came together and cocking her head to the side "Look, I wasn't given much in the way of detail, so I don't know what we're going to find in here. I did bring some extra equipment that should go to those who might benefit. If anyone has to breathe at all times, tell me now and I'll hand over the miniature scuba-gear and suit I brought. Gas or water for that, and I have some extra supplies if someone..." she stops, embarassed and not sure how to finish that phrase, but opening up her pack and pulling out a few things, wating outside at the back for the moment "Anyone?"
