Oops there it is - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
18/10/2013
Log
The pale light of a full moon pierces the leaves of the canopy, and the murky, inky black of night. The thick trees of the dark forest and brush hide the ground path beneath heavy growth of dew kissed bushes and shrubs distant howling, and wailing filled the cool foggy air of black forest.
That server was being guarded. Guarded by a ten foot creature that was sent here some time back. He doesn't know the significance of it, but...orders are orders and food is being given for a successful defense. The Iguana/Komodo hybrid doesn't know what's coming or he might have crapped right then and there.
Liana immediately jumps into the bushes off the bath after landing, her skin shifting, becoming smoother, then adapting to match the foilage in hue as she scouts a short ways ahead of the rest of the group. Her radio is switched off until she meets with the group to prevent an accidental sending revealing her location.
Following not far behind the chimera of at least four... no wait five... different species is a large solar dragon. His normally shimmering scales are muted, a combination of mud, dirt, and camoflage paint keeping him from standing out, his form covered in a camoflage shirt with trousers, helping him to blend in with the surroundings - though not nearly as well as their scout. He watches his footing and steps through with a professional ease, a massive rifle pointed ahead of him in a professional grip, eyes scanning for any signs of the ferals rumored to be located here... or for any RSX agents.
Twitch moves slowly through the grass, the high powered rifle set against his shoulder as he is careful to make slow movements... Scanning over every bush and tree as he makes his way. His chain sword, and stun baton tied down tightly to his thighs, so as to avoid unneccisary noise. Silently he makes a note to put in a requisition order for a few grenades, and tear gass canisters if they still had any. His fur bloted and grimed down to an almost black color... As far as need for support, twitch couldn't pass up the gun bunny form. He cautiously adjusts his pack filled with extra munitons, as he follows behind the solar dragon.
Fenris breathes deeply of the cool night air. He doesn't remember much about who he was before p-day, but he thinks he must have always liked the forest at night. The (most of the time) tiger sighs. Too bad they aren't there for a peaceful night-hike. Fenris straightens his coat over his armor and checks his weapons. He loosens his nearly invisible Ashendari sword-staff in it's straps and gets ready for when things get messy. Things always get messy.
The wind flowed though the trees all around and rustled the leaves, while the crickles and insects chittered and called all around, where it would otherwise be entirely silent, and everything was next to impossible to see if not for the few beams of silvery light that fell through the trees. The air was refreshing and calm after mere moments, and not a thing in sight. Only the path barely visible before you.
The large reptilian hybrid was not used to midnight guarding, but there was plenty of sleep had in the hours before the guard duty had been assigned. Still, it would not be guard duty without some patrolling involved, so he moves away from his fellow ferals and moves about on all sixes, the wind probably betraying him to any very sensitive noses with his fairly unique scent. Not many lizards out here.
Liana smiles and lets out a soft sigh of relief as the group behind her tried it's best to be quiet. She looks a bit impressed by the over-sized guns the men are lugging around. Her own weapon is slung across her back, too heavy to carry about until it's time to use it. She keeps about thirty feet ahead of the group, occasionally slipping a hand out of the brush to let the others see her position. While she doesn't have night vision any better than a normal human, her visor does highlight anything that moves through it. The faster the movement, the clearer the outline. She slows a bit as they leave the drop zone, starting to take her time and actually be stealthy now.
Arano continued to look around, trying to see if he could spot anything - his weapon pans around: modeled after the Mk14-EBR, but plus sized to fit his frame, and chambered in 25mm, a good gun that definently requires a plus sized individual to wield properly. He keeps as low as possible and pays close attention to his surroundings, trying to see if he can spot anything moving, preparing himself for what he figured would be inevitable contact.
Twitch keeps himself behind Arano, letting the larger individual serve as his shield and cover. The large high caliber rifle, which is gazed at from an outside perspective would appear to be of .50 cal is shoulder easily... As comfortable to twitch as part of his body thanks to the mutation. His gaze has turned to just to the side of Arano for if incoming fire occurs... With two before him, the ammo junkies job was to simply focus on what was going on -now- and not what was lurking around. He's careful when he pulls back the bolt to his rifle, verifying a round is chambered as he continues on... Awaiting their messy arrival to come.
Fenris shakes his head at his companions dragging themselves through the bushes. he trusts his feline form and natural camoflage to keep him hidden as they travel and his feline feet to travel quietly. Swimming through the foliage probably won't help much against against ferals. Most of them can't set very sophisticated traps, and if this really was a feral settlement, they probably have enough problems at home that they won't scout out very far. He shudders a little at the vague memories of his own time as a feral. He's glad that THOSE memories were lost. Even so, he keeps a sharp eye on the path ahead and a sharper ear on the trees around and above him. It would just be embarassing to fall into a trap or ambush at this point.
Accompanied only by the breeze within the trees, nothing seemed to be around save for shadows, brush, leaves and trees as far as the eye could peirce the inky black, though a clearing could be seen far away as the silvery light of the moon poured freely upon the ground, though the low hanging branches of the trees blocked any farther view. Though without warning Fenris's foot slips into a pothole!
The large, ten foot reptile continues that patrol around the perimeter of his chosen zone. It is roughly a fifty square foot perimeter that is followed, deviating slightly if a building or other structure gets in the way.
Liana winces as Fenri's half trips, then looks around quickly...not hearing anything respond to the slight noise. She unfolds her arm-blades, flipping them up to rest under her hands. She's thinks she can make out a bit of clearing ahead, staying low to the ground as she moves closer, listening very carefully for any sounds, and looking for signs of movement, visor helping her track any actual motion in line of sight...
Arano glances back towards Fenris and then glances forwards, weapon following his gaze as he looks for anything. He does spot the clearing, but moves forwards towards the server all the same, stuck behind Liana as they continue walking and walking and walking and walking and... honestly, something needs to try to kill him already because this walking is getting boring. This must be what Vietnam felt like... he looked towards the clearing, planning on crawling right up to the edge so that he could get a good idea of what's going on there while staying as out of sight as possible.
Fenris unconciously makes a little hop as he avoids the ankle killer in the road. They should have at least been able to HEAR the settlement by now. Something isn't right. He scans the trees carefully, taking his Ashendari from its straps.
