Making the right choices - RPLOG
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Date
25/6/2013
Log
Zephyr had put out a report on this string of incidents, then placed a call with the most active mobile force in the area USHC.
The area reported was generally under patrol, but increasing reports of green skinned creatures attacking people and vehicles for supplies had narrowed the search to this region of about four city blocks. Lt. Ripley of the USHC reported today as the day to make a move to end this problem and the word was passed to Zephyr should they have any agents in the area involved.
five minutes to Zero hour, rally point was marked on all comm-maps with a pulsing red dot.
This was the first assault operation Glein ahd particpated in since joining USHC. She was geared up in her combatantive gear, and was waiting at the rally point, looking over hte map provided by higher command. It marked out the proposed route they'd take and hit the objective. Her helmet currently rested on the hood of the busted down, as she tracked hte map with a talon.
"Alright, this is apparently, according to higher ups, the route that is least traveled by the hostiles, so it'll give us a cleanest route into the hostile region. Sadly, we've no hard data on the numbers of them, so it's gonna be touch and go this whole time." Glein says, looking over at the two other USHC members here.
Edel shuffles forward, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, well, we'll deal with them when we get there, yeah?" At a first glance, the short husky didn't look to be in armour, but a look at the neckline of her dress shows that she is, indeed, wearing her exoskeleton under the ensemble. "At least they don't have assault rifles like the last time I answered a call like this." She pulls her goggles down and her hood up.
The tiny flower is dressed as always, her robes hiding double layers of armor, one in the robes themselves one under. The only difference from normal is a long chains sword she carries along like a teddy bear gripped by one half-stuffed leg. With rapt attention Savi listens to Glein and Edel closely wondering briefly what the enemy WILL have, the order description of green skin has put the plant on edge, for reasons she isn't entirely sure of.
Frakkle was not with the trio. Presently, shi was ducked into a vacant one story building that happened to be in that four block area. The promethean was dressed in hir oversized padded clothing as usual, and peered out of a window cautiously. Something had
Frakkle...been happening around here which had hir running scared, and running off alone to find out what, shi decided, would be suicidal. To occupy time, shi checked over the supplies in hir backpack again.
Diashi touched down a good distance from the location the transmission had designated. Normally any work that involved him teaming up with someone else got rejected, but this time his interest had been piqued. He try to come up with and explanation for the 'why' as he footed it along the streets toward the rendezvous site.
An echoing shreik rips through the night, the sound of metal scraping on pavement audible nearby. Then silence reigns for a minute or so, then more scraping sounds as if things were being dragged about. Moments pass and then the sounds of breaking glass and popping light bulbs.
Over those sounds could be heard looud gutteral snarls and lower hissing and some sort of plaintive whining. Something was going down nearby and it was happening in a hurry.
Glein jerks her head up and grunts. Grabbing her helmet and putting it on, she looked to the pair with her. "Ready up." Glein states, grabbing ahold of the grip on her rifle, and flicking the safety to SEMI. "Be warned, civies might still bei nteh area, hard to give a warning to evac when there's no means to announce it broad." Glein says, making sure the butt of hte rifle's stock was firmly braced to her shoulder. "Let's move.
Edel's ears perk at the sound, a hand reaching down to brush open her coat and hike up the right hem of her skirt just enough for her to pull the handgun free from her armour-clad thigh. "You could just yell it. Either way, I'll be behind you." She grips the firearm with both hands and glances around before moving into position behind Glein.
A full set of vines dropp below the edge of Savi's robe and coil for a faction of a moment before lifing her up with an agility seldom seen, or used by the tiny critter. With an odd elongated gait and, enough clearance to carry the chainsword along without scraping it on the ground, Saviante falls silently in line, hanging back a few feet to give her a wider view of the sideroads ahead of the group.
Frakkle startles with a flinch at the sudden shattering sound. Can see the flicker of bulbs around the corner, and then, with a buzzing, the power and lights go blank in the room shi was hiding out in. Takes a few moments to catch hir breath, before Frakkle reaches down and pulls out flashlight and turns it on, before pulling the backpack on again and preparing to move. The illuminescence is dimmed down by placing hir hand over the top end of the flashlight, then shi moves to the door and cracks it open. Peering out, shi tried to get a better vantage of what was happening outside, as well as seek an opportunity to move. "What happened to you..." the question is posed to no one in particular, more a quiet reflective question about the condition of this particular band of ferals. If that's what they were.
Diashi dashed for cover as the myriad of sounds echoed through the vacant-looking streets. He remained there for a time, but, when no movement came, he stood and continued his trek. He kept his 'cloak' wrapped tightly about him as he increased his pace, not wanting to be caught alone by whoever or whatever was makign that racket...
A snarling roar eachoes out and there is zapping sound and an echoing shreik of pure agony before the street lights that were still functioning under local generators start blinking out and those that don't fade are struck by projectiles forcefully.
Coming onto the scene a small army of little green, goblin-like men in tattered rags can be seen throwing bottle at the ground whilst larger orcish brute snarl orders. Further back a few smoking bodies still clutching bolt cutters in death grips show that someone thought cutting the power was a good idea on like wires.
Glein growls. "Cover!" Glein hissed, slammed into cover herself, and making sure to turn off the taclight mounted on her rifle. "Keep eyes and count on enemy... One, orc type, leading unknown number of goblin types. Showing some intelligence." Glein mutters quietly, eyeballing teh entire scene, her vision slightly better in teh night than during teh day, though seeing only in black and white sucked. "Keep quiet, too many for us to engage safely."
Edel raises her brow and lowers her voice. "This isn't quite what I expected. I must say, I do prefer Fairhaven infected. How hostile do you think they are?" She stares at what she thinks is some kind of outburst from Glein. "Eh." She casually ambles off behind cover, herself.
Seeing the group ahead Saviante, and the words of the dragon,, veers sharply to the side and seems to dim, for lack of a better term, as she blends in to the ambient background. Manner, posture, even arangement of limbs and vines setting themselves into an inocculous position. Seemingly non-living almost in eerie stillness. Having practiced this effect all her plant life, Savi has become fairly adempt at simply not being noticed.
