The Rescue for Tahoe - Part 1 - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
1/7/2017
Log
The helicopter is ready to take off from Zephyr, and everyone is brought to the helipad for the mision briefing. An alpha husky herm is the pilot this time, and he stands next to his ride looking at the agents that came. "Simple pickup. I and my copilot fly you all out near Tahoe, and then in an hour or two I fly you all back with whatever you get. Hopefully we manage to save some of the crew..."
Firecracker bobs her head side-to-side, humming happily to herself as the briefing happens. The pint-sized pink pegasus hovers in the air at about normal head level as she gives a casual salute. "Find some peoples and then come back! Easy peasy lemon squeezy! I'm greatastic at Hide and Seek!"
The helicopter blades slowly bobbed violent and sharp above the assembled, each there for their own reason. But, they were all there for the mission, a rescue of sorts. Mokou, the slight fennec among the others, simply took a slow breath. Her hands slowly curled about the straps of her pack, the receptacle hanging down by her waist. Modified for her height, the canvas bag seemed handmade, roughly constructed and built, lightly packed. The slight lass simply nodded back to the alpha husky who would be their guide. Or at least, a means to reach there. "Alright... Will do what we can out there." Shifting upon her feat, she let a faint sigh fall from her lips before she quickly shot back, "But do you mean one hour, or two? Don't give us a somewhere about there answer. If we are being sent out past... If we are being sent out there, when are you coming back? And whom are we looking for? Can I get some details?"
Arris hurriedly jogs to the helipad, panting a moment before comprising hirself and taking a breath. "Alright... do we know where the truck might... might have crashed? Did it send any radio signals before it went offline?" The gator slowly walks to the heli's entrance, keeping eye contact with the husky pilot but glancing around to some familliar faces from the previous expedition to Tahoe..
Ebreus walks onto the landing pad in time to hear the their pilot's anouncement. He nods when rescuping the crew comes up, "Yeah, teh group sent to go get that semi-truck, right? I hope they didn't encounter anything like what was in the Tahoe bubble." he says. When the Fennec starts asking questions he humms a short agreement and says, "I assume pickup and dropoff locations will be the same if not we'll need to know that too."
Draken sighs, leaning on Ebreus a bit. She listens quietly, looking to everyone as they speak.
Cerl listens to the rather brief briefing the pilot gives, then starts checking her gear. Grenades, some rope, various small supplies are all packed away in her saddlebags, check. Crossbow in good repair, check. Lots of spare bolt cases packed away in easy reach, check. Nodding to herself, she boards the helicopter and tries to find a corner where she can strap her tauric half in for the flight. She listens to the others question the pilot but holds her peace. The important questions were already being asked, and she was just there to provide scouting services and backup as needed.
The pilot replies: "as far as we know, the salvage team never left where the truck is. The helicopter will just power down and wait for everyone to pack everything up when we get there, so we don't spend too much time." Then as everyone gets onto the helicopter and it makes its way out near Tahoe, The pilot turns his head to ask: "anyone been out this far? I think I heard that a few of you were there and found the truck in the first place." He's definintely just asking to pass the time, and when everyone makes their responses the helicopter is starting it's decent to the location.
"Nope! Never been out here before!" Firecracker answers happily as she looks out the window to the ground and sky and clouds and everything else there is to see outside. The moment the group leaves the bubble, she activates her Distributed Nanomagic and creates a bubble for the group ranging 140 feet in every direction. "Adventure!" she cheers happily, giggling as the helicopter continues its flight.
The slight fennec frowned faintly at the lack of a direct answer, but an implicit one was given none the less. She simply sighed, shaking her head before tugging herself up into the helicopter. Securing a seat for herself, tail wrapped about to lay upon her lap, she swiftly buckled herself in, fingers idly tapping along her bag. Patiently, she watched the others hop up on in, spending more than a few moments gazing at the assembled number. The bubbly little pegasus drew more than a few frowns as she began to... feel present. The mini bubble of sorts... she shook her head, both at such a feeling and in answer. "I've... not been out of the bubble. Not... gone out since it all happened."
Ebreus steps into the helecopter and finds a spot where he and Draken with be able to stay close together. He buckles himself in and checks his own equipment and uses his nanomagic to make adjustments while still in the bubble if he finds any faults. He double checks his supply of explosives as the pilot begins making smalltalk. "I've been there and so has Fire. We disabled the mind-fuckery field around Tahoe." he says. When Mokou confesses to not having left the bubble he turns his attention to the Fennec and says, "Stay near the hyper pegasus and we'll almost be in a bubble. Most things'll still work, or at least should."
Draken nods to the pilot, smiling at Firecracker's optimism. She pokes Ebreus in his side. "Hey, just because the mind fuckery drove me insane for a few minutes doesn't mean i wasn't /there/." She states.
Cerl relaxes during the flight to the truck. The noise of the rotors make it hard to talk to anyone, so she doesn't bother to try, leaving to those sitting closer to the pilot to make conversation. She mentally reviews what she can remember of the terrain around where they found the truck before settling back into a light doze.
Arris nods, climbing into the helicopter and peering out the window as the pilot makes chatter. "Yeah, I've been on the last mission out to Tahoe, with, euh..." Sie pauses a moment, turning around to do a brief headcount. "Ebreus, Draken, Cerl, Firecracker... and Mokou, I think. Whole gang is here, except Otto, I think. Didn't we take everything that was there to take, anyway? Why are we going back to the place?"
As the helicopter sets down, the scene is apparent. There are signs of a firefight everywhere: spent bullet casings, large scorch marks, and the semi trailer is ripped in half by what looks like an explosion. A few tents are left in disaray, parts from the truck are strewn about the ground along with the tools that were used to remove them and quite a few blood stains. And yet, not a single body can be found anywhere. The pilot turns off the rotors, and as the engines slow down a woman's voice can be heard: "Is anyone out there?!"
