Screeching Terrors - RPLOG

Participants

• Fenris
• Luna
• Magnus
• Nena
• Vetu

Date

25/3/2020

Log

There are a lot of things one doesn't see very often these days. Such as... old people, or virgin female huskies, or in this instance a pair of heavy duty chemical tankers outfitted with some immense looking pumps and hoses. Whoever paid for this service must have pockets deeper than a Margay Taur's pussy, and a heart so golden they'd... have keeled over from heart failure. Hey, not all jokes are meant to be funny. Magnus was standing just outside Fairhaven Chemical, idly talking with the rest of the cleanup crew, the fennec having adopted a new form by the looks of things. Catty-dragon-looking bastard, much taller than before, but in his line of work it had to happen sometime. Ever seen a midget bodyguard? Didn't think so. The specialists gathered in the area were of all shapes and sizes however, though it was hard to tell their forms however since everyone was wearing a variant on the nanite power armor but not really armor. Covering them from head to toe, those were enviro-suits, and by the look of how serious they were dressed, it would be a helluva job. Organizing this all was... someone else. Big fella, safe to guess he was a polar bear of some sort under that suit, holding a clipboard and standing on a raised platform, answering questions and organizing folks. Looks like he's the one to talk to here.

"I'm starting to get the idea that I should just stalk you if I want to find the interesting things," teases Nena as she rounds one of the tankers, looking Magnus over. "You're looking different today. It's a neat look, very cool." With a thumbs up, she takes in the rest of the scene, the helmet to her own sealed suit tucked under her arm. "I'll bother you later," she says with a wave, before making her way towards the polar bear. "What's up, chief? What needs doing?"

Fenris tromps up to the group, covered from head to toe in his own nanite armor, though his identity is hardly hidden, since he seems to have painted up his armor to resemble a cartoon tanuki, with little, round ears affixed to the top and the visor painted like a tanuki bandit mask, with a grinning, toothy smile underneath, presumably easy to see through from the inside. The suited up tanuki walks up to the group, assumes an Iron Man hero landing pose, then stands up dramatically. "Did someone call for a hero?" he asks in a ridiculous voice.

Luna aproaches the group, a lean rabbit woman. The power armor she wears looks to be of a completely different design then most of the hazzard suits people are wearing, but anyone capable of wearing one would know it's functionally the same. She looks at the huge tanks and asks "What kind of person can afford to maintain two trucks like these?" And with Fenris's entrance she just shakes her head in dissapointment.

Magnus spends 5000000 Freecred for RP reasons.

Vetu flies in silently and as the group gathers, he arrives with his armor and rifle and utters just enough of "ehm" to get the attention of the group. "I heard you were looking for a sharpshooter in here. Seeing as we have good cover, I guess I'll have pelnty of time to get a good aim on whatever we encounter." He turns to Magnus and says "So, what's the deal here, what is the intel?"

The feline nods towards Nena, then *swat* gives her a smack on the ass with that long, serpentine tail when she departs before he could so much as utter a greeting. Otters... damn it... his weakness. The foreman, big burly dude with quite the sour attitude, turns between Nena and Fenris, then rolls his eyes and puts the clipboard away. He listens Vetu and luna out, at least looking relieved that they were wearing protection. Magnus hooks a thumb and directs the water dragon over towards the Foreman. "Talk to the nerd." he says, and once Vetu joins the group, the bear clears his throat. "We were privately contracted by the cat dragon over there. The technology you see here is very expensive, as you might imagine, so I don't need to warn you to be careful with it." "Our goals today are to enter Fairhaven Chemical and relieve some of the built up pollution. The place is a ticking time bomb, and with the city being gradually rebuilt, I'd rather we pulled out some of the spilled out chemical waste. Nothing radioactive, thank the stars... but we got the kinda corrosive and poisonous sludge what can burn down to the bone if you're not careful. Glad you folks are wearing what's needed. SO!" The bear clasps his hands together. "First order of business, we need to bring these four hoses into the building and plant them into the largest pools of spillage so the trucks can siphon out the waste. THEN we'll deal with the hard stuff, as in literally hard toxic matter. For now, grab a hose and be careful when you go in there. Those suits will keep you safe, but you don't wanna go doing a belly flop in a puddle of flesh-destroying gunk. Last thing to be mindful of, the local feral populace. We did what we can to get em' to fuck off, but there might be some stragglers. Watch your backs, it's dark in there."

Nena casts a look over her shoulder in Magnus' direction at that, and gives a little wink before she listens to the bear's words. "Got it. Plant the hoses, watch out for the locals. And avoid taking a chemical bath, yuck. I wouldn't want to do that anyway." She flips her helmet over in her hands and pulls it over her head, sealing it. "Let's get too it then." The otter wasn't too worried about any lingering ferals. Nothing a strong arm couldn't solve. For now, though, she grabs one of the hoses and starts for the building proper.

Fenris nods, "On it!" he proclaims, the painted grin of his helmet doing a good stand in of what his actual face is doing. The burly tanuki claims a hose, activates a headlamp above his visor, and tromps off into the darkness, humming a little song to himself. It echoes oddly in his helmet.

Luna does some stretches as she starts working forward, asking a few more questions. "What kind of back pressure should we expect from the hoses, what is our expected work time, and what is the relative hostility in the area?" as her questions are answered, she then adds to the rest of the group: "I've got a background in chemistry so if any of you need to know what is melting you alive, I'll tell you how to stop it from eating anything more than your arm. Now, lets get this show on the road." She starts hauling in a hose easilly, handing one over to Nena and then picking one up for herself.

Vetu listens to the briefing and ponders at the heftly pipes. He manages to lift one but it dragos him down some. He puts down his binoculars to help him see in the dark. He winghugs the pipe and readies his rifle onward, staying in the back. He says to the group "I'm best at running and xeno's so if you see big threat, I'll distract them quick before you get ready to fill them with lead, got it?"

"No back pressure. Just yeet the fuckers into the deepest pool of sludge you can find and let them drain, these puppies are made to withstand a nuclear explosion. Top of the line stuff, but heavy." The bear states proudly as he nods his head towards one of the four heavy duty hoses strewn about the ground, each pair attached to one of the trucks. Fenris would find carrying the hose a little troublesome, though this only meant he had to take his steps a little slower than usual. Luna and Nena have no such troubles, and Vetu is merely a little slow in his steps with the hose on their back. Entering through the large double doors, the group would have been glad to have nose protection here, this place was every kind of smelly, and then some. Noxious fumes were wafting heavily all over the area, the nanite protection suit working wonders to ensure none of that toxic vapor was contaminating their lungs. What is immediately apparent to everyone is the presence of various vats, worn down by time and nanites, leaking or already empty, the soft *hisss*ing of the various liquids interacting rather unsettling to witness. The largest pools are also very easy to spot for everyone, one on the northmost part of the hanger-like chamber, one dead-center where the broken vats had pooled together, one to the Eastmost where the sludge had chewed through the wall and was mixing in with something nasty on the other side, and one directly to their right, which had a very eery and slightly glowing crimson hue to it...

"Such a mess," Nena says, looking the room over as she lugs her hose around. She looks up for a moment, frowning, before looking back down. "Mind the topside, I think we'll have company." But for now, she points to the first pool she saw: The one at the far north. "I'll take that one," she says, before dragging her hose that way, adjusting her stance and widening her gait a little. She was ready to receive a pounce from above, should they be so bold.

"This looks like a supervillain origin story waiting to happen," Fenris says amiably, the comms in his helmet broadcasting locally, "What kind of chemical plat ACTUALLY has glowing vats of bubbling ooze?" The smile on his helmet does not waver, for the obvious reason that it is painted on, but the smile in his voice seems just as firm. "Yeah," he responds to Nena, "I hear them too. Ready for fun and games." He does not try to look up, but turns off toward the glowing red pool to the right, deciding it was the most likely to give him weird super powers.

Luna takes a look over the different spills in need of cleanup, and sighs. "Working sanitation is never a fun job." she mutters to herself. She comms to the group: "Tanuki, I suggest... ugh... oup... sorry. just be careful with any fragments that may be floating in that. Otter, I'm sorry I never got your name, try to find some industrial thinner that doesn't react with petrochemcials too badly. It will help your hose gather up the spill. Dragon? If you have some good fortitude and heat resistance I suggest you go for the vat to the east, and try your best to stay as clear from it as possible. If not, go for the center and I'll take care of it. Center vat is just as corrosive but at least you don't have to deal with heat." She then moves to the spill Vetu left for her.

Vetu looks at the ooze with apprehension as his nose is filled with nasty smells. He reached the group at slower pace so had less time to look around. He scouts the area ahead and above for any signs of enemies and as he zooms in the glob on the ceiling he beins to recognize an oddly familiar xeno pattern. He says "this looks familiar guys, these patterns oddly refer to long legged creatures I used to study, they were erradicated before the 2000, so the books said in the library. Keep together and move, I will scout the top.

The cleaning procedures advance, it was a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it, right? As Vetu advances to scout up, he'd be able to tell right away that something was not right here... something was very off in fact, and his presence there near the top of the building was probably what'd prevented an ambush just now. However, this... thing... or many things... they were upon him. Now's the time to get away from the high ground. It's never as easy as it looks, is it?

Nena looks back over her shoulder towards Luna. "I'm Nena. Find something that doesn't react with what?" She stares at the puddle. The hell was a petrochemical? She'd find something to throw in it, probably. Turning away, she casts her eyes around the room looking for a whats-it to put in the other whats-it. She takes a step and goes wide-eyed when she starts to slide, her legs almost splitting from under her. Some quick thinking saves her, though, as she drops the hose and spreads her arms, helping to counterbalance with her tail and limbs. "Careful. The floor in here is slippery," she warns, as she carefully reaches for the hose again.

Fenris looks at the contents of the glowing vat and shakes his head. "No superpowers for whoever that guy was," he murmurs, seeing the bloody corpse bits floating around. He carefully hauls a few good lengths of hose toward himself, forming a heavy coil at the edge of the vat. Then he gives it a good heave to drop the length in, hoping that the hose is as sturdy and resistant as the eggheads outside seem to think it is. Task done, he turns his attention to the ceiling. "Now, who is up there?" he asks quietly, fingering the sword incongruously strapped to the leg of his power suit.

Luna lost track of where Vetu went, and assumes that they are dealing with whatever feral problem is above. When she hears nena's confusion she replies "latex, sorry. It will be thick and slippery so you need a thinner to work it down. I don't know where in the factory to find that though." Luna then aproaches the center chemical vat and throws the hose end deep into the spill, staying clear of if herself.

Vetu heads to the east, making baby steps as the hose slows him down, the voices of his colleagues slowly losing their strength as he reaches the end of the large tunnel. Thanks to his binoculars he sees the large puddle in front of him and lowers the heavy hose in with a gulp. As he turns back though, a cold runs through his spine as he saw something from the corner of his binoculars. He spreads his wings and gives them a hard push back towards the group but fails miserably and his left leg gets dipped in nasty chemicals and they begin their work. He shouts to the group to get ready as he tries to return to them as he possible can.

Several ravenous beasties swoop down from the ceiling in a frenzied flurry of attacks, one for each of the four bodies they were seeing down on the ground. These... things, they looked paler than snow and had tiny, beady eyes, scarred flesh and a sickly green face. Whatever had twisted and perverted these atrocities had done so thoroughly, as they seemed adept at living in this toxic mess... they were fast. Faster than fast in fact, moving and reacting at blink-level rapidity. No sooner than they'd dived down, they were making their way back up, likely looking for a second chance to deal more harm. That is... until Luna up and manages to catch one...