Twilight ACES (IC)

[SilverwindBlade]

[OOC can be found Here]

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Desert swept by almost close enough to touch. But this was not the unbroken, rolling grand vista of natural desert that the lupine GE soldier had seen in books and on screens during her childhood and in entertainment programs since.
This desert, as she looked at it through her tinted visor, was broken and uneven, dotted with discoloured patches, and crags of concrete, brick, and steel that jutted up through the grubby-coloured sand and patches of brush and stunted trees.
They were the graves of the cities that had once dotted this part of what was once the state of Texas, in the former United States of America.
All of that was names and places on maps now, though. The reality was that much more dusty, dry, and dangerous.
The helicopter heaved into a sharp turn, travelling low and fast, hugging the terrain. As it turned, she got a look back at the two following, which contained the rest of her team and a handful of support personnel.
The plan had been a slow, gentle introduction to each other, a chance to learn how to work together and get familiar.
But as happens so often in life, reality had delivered a sharp, painful change of plans, as one of Ark Cities' agents had released a garbled message that a remote outpost was under attack from what was believed to be the same forces the ACEs Team was being assembled to fight.
So, thrown together in the dead of night and bundled into a handful of the working helicopters the city maintained - and probably some of the only ones in the North American continent - they'd been rushed out to hopefully stop the attack, or - more realistically, she felt, and the briefing had suggested subtly - mop up any stragglers, and investigate the remains of the outpost for clues as to who, or what, they were.
"Five minutes!" yelled the crewman in the cabin, and Zaffy nodded, loading her rifle and chambering a round. A brief look around the cabin at the others, and a nod, and then the helo was tilting back and dropping for a combat landing in a clearing lit by red flames and covered in drifting smoke.
"Go, go GO!" she yelled as her booted feet hit the ground, and she ran pell-mell away from the helicopter, it's blades still screaming and engine running, and threw herself onto one knee.
She didn't look back, but hoped that her squad, new as they were, were right behind her.

[Gothpuppy95]

"Shadows of yesteryears. Shame supposedly this was Houston one of the largest cities." Damien spoke mostly to himself as he was one of two in this helo. When they started getting close he checked his equipment. Then pulled his gloves on. He hadn't thought to pack some goggles he would need to requisition some later. He checked the computer on his wrist to see the current operating capacity of his nano's. 89.7% "Wake up." He spoke the command and his guys fired up. then he returned them to standby. making sure those were functioning.

He leapt from the Helo as soon as they were in range he was second to hit the ground he realized that a lupine GE had beaten him to the punch. "Oh well." He closed his eyes and allowed his ears to listen all he heard were the annoying helos. "Can you hear much over the Helo." He called out to the Lupine GE trying to remember her name. He sprinted after her.

[Baylie]

Toni sat in the helicopter, her duffel bag stuffed under her legs prevented them from resting comfortably on the ground but she didn't trust people not to snoop in there just yet. Her green eyes were lit up in delight however as they passed over the desert, she took in all the sights to store in her memories forever, never wanting to forget this. Her birthday was just a few days away and until then she wasn't legally allowed to participate on the squad that would be checking out the outpost they were heading to.

But that was not what she was here for.

She grinned cheekily while her fingers glided over the buttons on the pad of the handheld computer she had brought along with her, testing all the cameras set up on all the helmets of the Armour they would be wearing or the tops of their guns or even on their packs, all made up of her own design. Those bad boys stuck on those helmets where virtually indestructible, water proof, high resistance to brute force even resistant to rusting. You could throw one of the cameras into the ocean and come back ten years later to pull it out and not only would it work but would be the exact same state you threw it away. Once satisfied that all were running, she flicked on the communications switch and was now connected to everyone on the team by the hearing piece placed in their ear that allowed two way communications which was also by her genius self. She bounced in her seat, going through the basic tests of the equipment she had personally made sure each and every individual on their team was equipped with to best study the area while in the complete safety of the copter. Peppy floated next to her, the blue eye quivering while it bleeped and booped as the programs she had custom made for him took effect. She and one other scientist were the only certified geniuses on this expedition and frankly it sort of worried her, human psychology revealed that humans were most likely to turn to violence to solve their problems.

She pushed the though out of her mind and enjoyed the view while she spoke into the small microphone piece on the pad,<"Testing! Testing! Can everyone hear me? Fantastic if you can! Apparently for the time being I am going to be the command center with Mr. Carlyle so let's have some fun here!">

She sneezed right after, and cringed at the sound when it traveled through the microphone, creating a loud sound that might be painful to those on the other side, <"Sorry! I had to sneeze... Remind me never to o that again everyone.. If anyone's ears are bleeding this isn't my fault these ear pieces are not my design. Moving on, we are supposed to get the survivors out of there, save the post and collect as much information as we can! Go team!"> And there she turned off the override so they could talk to each other on her earpieces individually. She watched as they all leaped off and ran into the outpost, her eyes wide with admiration. She wished she could do that! But in human biology classes that would likely crack her femur and smash her feet's bones into pieces. She bounced her feet on her duffel bag as they dissapeared inside, the various screens for all the cameras now turned on to view everything going on inside with the men. Peppy was now zipping around her head, tittering roboticly but in a very adorable way before zipping out the door to join the others inside, scanning the floors of the outpost for any strange substances that might be there due to the individuals they were searching for. His screen the largest and centered in the middle of the screen's, peppy's was the hardest to watch because he moved so much it was mostly a blur at times. But she could deal with it.

The unknown, she was ready for it.

[DemonicalTerror]

John stood up by the door, having his hands crossed he looked out the open hatch of the heli. Using his Eye inplants to scan for anything unusual. As he was wearing that little genius Toni's comunication system he hade inplanted inside his ear. he cheacked his sniper to see if it was as it should be. looking at his right arm. he sits down by the hatch.

John then heared a lowd sneezing. He did not react. sitting down with his hand's crossed he stood up inserting a new battery into his Core. He sat down. Some minutes later they started to desend. 10 meter over drop off. John Sprinted off the edge of the heli falling down to the ground. He takes the force of the inpact with his cybernetic legs and emidietly starts to run untill he see's the squad leader. He then follows her untill he gets an order to stop.

[Emtardis]

“Do we go with them?” Nero called from his seat in the helo across from Miss Lockswells. He’d been up half the night looking at the brief personnel files he’d been given and committing each name to memory to go along with the right face. There was nothing more embarrassing than forgetting a name after all. It simply wouldn’t do. With all the gear, however, it was hard for him to tell.

The helo’s dropped and the combat personnel jumped out, weapons ready and following Miss Fields. He’d shifted to go along with them of course, but when Miss Lockswells didn’t rise he’d pause. She was the only other non-combatant on the team. It gave him an uneasy feeling knowing that; the majority of the team were special trained to fight and kill. It didn’t leave a good feeling in his stomach given what he’d been told to tempt him onto the squad. He had the distinct feeling he was the sort of person they picked up just so the reports could say ‘peaceful negotiations were attempted.’ History was full of those. ‘We tried to reason with them,’ was how the story would go, ‘but they simply wouldn’t listen to reason.’ Rather difficult to listen to reason when the initial goal is to veni vidi vici and you run in guns blazing.

“We stay here then? We just...We don’t…” she was ignoring him in favor of her tech. He nodded to himself, watching the others disembark. All right. He could stay here. They had these ears pieces to communicate with. It was his understanding Miss Lockswells had designed them. He knew very little about mechanical devices, but they were rather comfortable fitting and so long as they worked he’d be content. It was very loud though, with the helo’s. Almost disorienting. He was so used to the quiet of the library.

The communicators went online and Nero both heard Miss Lockswells through the communicator and his own uncovered ear. It made a sort of weird echo. He shook his head, rubbing his uncovered ear. Well, they seemed to work well. He wondered what the range distance was on the-.

<"OW! Holy mother…"> Nero started to swear over the com. The sneeze hurt, simple thing that it was. He removed the com just long enough to rub his tender ear, hearing Miss Lockswells apology. He gave her a brief nod, but he still winced. Sensitive hearing had its drawbacks. He hoped she didn’t need to sneeze again anytime soon, but with all this dust and desert…lord have mercy.

The GE stood, tail flipping back and forth as he looked out the helicopter, watching the others advance. He kept firm hold on the handholds inside the helicopter lest he lose his balance. They were what he’d been designed for, though he’d ended up being a little less than useful. He wasn’t envious in the slightest.

<"Remember we’re supposed to pick up stragglers,"> he said over the comm, now back in place. Soldiers with guns…it made him nervous and he feared more than a reasonable amount of casualties.

[GrayPerdition]

Although most of it was pressed down by his connected visor and earpiece, Tempestas kept feeling his hair whip around his face in the wind of their frantic flight. His eyes raked over the rapidly disappearing desert as they flew off to an outpost in distress. Wondering just what, or who, these strange forces were and about the coincidence of them appearing just as their team was assembled, Tempestas looked out to the helicopter in the front of their small wedge and looked directly to their commander. He committed her silhouette to memory, seeing as how this was one of the few times he had ever seen her or his other team mates. He then looked over each team member in turn, determined to at least know the gist of what their team looked like. The last thing he wanted was to have any part in causing a schism in the group.

Tempestas ran his hands over his two fire arms situated on his belt and thigh, tugging on them to reassure himself of their security. Making sure his smaller than average communications system was online, his boots were fastened correctly, and testing how taunt his bowstring was, he leaned forward as he saw their destination growing as they sped towards it.

Leaning nearly completely out of the helicopter by the time they began their small descent, the volant man launched himself out of the aircraft and, twisting into a ball to roll off his momentum, touched ground moving, and moving fast. Springing up a few feet away, he sprinted to the forming group behind their commander in a crouch. His brow furrowed in response to the girl's loud sneeze in his ear, then rubbed at his earpiece. He then looked around as he closed in on the others and took note of the many flames blazing in the area.

[Storyboy]

Dmitri stood at the back of the helicopter, his boots stuck nice and firm into what would hold a vehicles wheels. The wind from flying around blew his clothing and cape around violently. The helicopter was lowering in altitude and the leader of the team jumped out first without looking back. 'Figures. Isn't the squad leader supposed to make sure the team makes it? Ah who cares I shouldn't be here anyway.' He thought to himself as he jumped out the helicopter. 'Why are we being sent in as infantry? We're supposed to be recovering artifacts and exploring the new world?' He was pissed, this was not what he signed up for. "I'm not a fighter I shouldn't be out here." He said this but truth be told he wasn't a bad fighter, he was actually pretty good. He just didn't like being in fights he didn't have to be in.

"Testing! Testing! Can everyone hear me? Fantastic if you can! Apparently for the time being I am going to be the command center with Mr. Carlyle so let's have some fun here!" The voice was noise in his ears. Followed by a loud sneeze and ringing, "Sorry! I had to sneeze... Remind me never to o that again everyone.. If anyone's ears are bleeding this isn't my fault these ear pieces are not my design. Moving on, we are supposed to get the survivors out of there, save the post and collect as much information as we can! Go team!"

"Yes woman, we heard you. Now can we move on with this nonsense?" He walked over to where he assumed the team would gather. 'I really do not want to be here."

[DemonicalTerror]

(( whos the Volant man? ))

[Hikari Sama]

At least a hundred feet off the ground, flying through the air at ridculous speed, and a big noisy engine powering a big fancy contraption that was the only thing standing in the way of a terrifying free fall leading up to a horribly abrupt end. Naomi did not like to fly in the least and the piercing noise from the engine was only made worse by the thumping of the rotors. She tried her best to drown out the noise by covering her ears but it didn't make much of a difference since her ears were inside her helmet. Her legs and tail clung to her seat like she would have fallen out otherwise and her eyes stayed closed, she learned quickly that looking at the ground below did not make her feel any better. As if it wasn't enough that she was going deaf from the helicopter she had that gizmo girl yelling in her ear as well. She was still getting used to the armor that Lockswells had fashioned for her. It had been made sleeker than the standard to allow for more mobility at the cost of a little protection, it had all kinds of bell and whistles and getting her ears to fit just right took some doing but mostly she appreciated the sleeve added to cover her tail. The armor was mostly around the torso and head with hard points covering the joints, the rest was more or less just a body suit.

The second that helicopter touched down Naomi went straight for solid ground. She almost got down and kissed the dirt but they did have a job to do and others could be hurt and in need of medical care. She got some distance from the helicopters and began to survey the area as she spoke into her comm piece. "Hey Lockswells, this communicator isn't going to be much use to me if I go deaf can you turn it down some? I would appreciate it very much."

[Baylie]

Toni turned to Nero and grinned after she finished her communications when she noticed him leaning out of the chopper, "Slow down there silly! We don't go down there! That would not be logical when we have to keep an eye on everyone's statistics and pepper's information pouring in on the main laptop." Gesturing around her at the various collections of laptops, some having the vitals displayed while others showed pages of information that was loading every second from peppers scanners. That's when she started getting the complaints on the speakers, <"Sorry! But I am glad we get to test this stuff now instead of out there where a mistake like this could be very bad."> And with a couple things typed in the volume was tuned down to a more normal level that would not hurt everyone's ears. <"Is that any better?"> She asked, before turning to Nero and cringing with embarrassment before asking him, "Nero can you help me here? I might be a genius but I can't keep an eye on all this." She shrugged before turning to check the vitals before watching the screens, switching her attention to a different screen every so often. Frowning, while she picked up her pack of smokes and lit one before placing it in her mouth for a puff, it always helped her keep a calm mind to process multiple things at once. The blue bubbly rings floated up from the tip in a swirl of blue smoke, these had no nicotine in them as far as she had guessed but they did have all the calming effects of it. She sighed as she watched pepper smack into a wall and barely caught herself about to swear. The stupid program hadn't fixed that yet! Even before they had brought him out pepper had smacked into everything in his path, not by design because he was more then capable but she thought it might be his sensors that needed tuning. She had hoped she wouldn't have to crack him open to fix that but it had come to it now, and pepper wasn't going to be a happy drone.

She sneezed again but her microphone was thankfully turned off so everyone's ears were safe. For now. It was something she didn't like about the desert and that was all the dust lingering about, if the desert wasn't so dusty she would be happier then she was now. Scratching her neck she watched the footage as everyone jumped out of the helicopters and onto the ground bellow.