[center][h1][u]Guster[/u][/h1][/center]

[i]Checkpoint FC-2, currently under much less strict supervision of Q-guard unit 87[/i]

It had been mere 20 minutes since the message had been received, and the unit was already mostly prepared to move out. Guster kept his eye out on the gate as much as he could, but he also had other duties to perform. For example what he was doing now: Performing the leaving preparations for the men.

"All right men, you know the drill. We've done this at least a dozen times before, and boy are we not glad to be doing it again. As I said, you know your stuff. Three of your four mags to me, each filled to the brim, ya got it? Any cases of missing ammo can and will be investigated and that does not mean anything good for the good crew eighty-seven", Guster shared the same information he had shared with the men before, but just in case they needed a reminder. A few weeks at Foxtrot Charlie two could do that, as possibly explained by the euphoric rush caused by the knowledge of getting out from there.

The men all placed the required amount of gun magazines on the table, and Guster swiped them all into the secure transport cases as he had checked the boxes on the station changing form on each soldier. He himself was not a part of this conduct, using quite the unusual weaponry did things like that to a rigid system. "Okay, now I'd like to remind you how to behave with that last magazine of yours. First, you keep it OFF your gun. You do NOT attach it unless a need arises and by a need I mean a noob charging you or a street mob ganging up on you. A civilian looking at you funny does not count. WE CLEAR?!" he broke off from his rather monotone recitation of facts and shouted the last words at the crew. Last time they had had trouble understanding this and had been too near causing another scandal with Q-guard and the rumoured power abuse. "And even once you attach it if it is not a noob you do not immediately load the gun, instead you point the barrel at the aggressors feet and give them a moment to think if this is a smart idea. And by no means are you EVER going to attach the mag AND load the gun FOR NO BLOODY REASON and then we end up with a hole on the roof of our transport. WE CLEAR THIS TIME PRIVATE FROST?!" This was another case entirely... he'd rather forget it, but just in case the fool would even think of doing it again he had to remind them. "ARE WE CLEAR?" he yelled one more time before giving them the chance to reply.

"Yes sir..." Frost muttered under his breath. Guster could barely make it out with his hearing, and he could bloody well read the waves in the air. More than likely the other people had not even noticed him speaking. That was no way to answer to your superior when their voice could almost drive people deaf, so Guster chose to repeat himself.

"I could not hear a bloody thing private! ARE WE CLEAR OR DO WE HAVE TO GO OVER THE ENTIRE BLOODY CASE RIGHT HERE AND NOW?!"

"SIR, WE ARE CLEAR SIR! I will not do the thing again!" private Frost replied, now actually using their voice. Guster was happy with this answer and simply nodded.

"Now to check the chambers. Muzzle control, you may remove the safety. Moving parts back, I'll check", now that the lesson had been gone through, he was back to his usual brief and to the point self. Taking his own magimusket to the front, he reached for a small key in a front pocket, opened a lock on the side of the gun with it and opened the side of the guns barrel. A small cloud of sparkles flew from both the new exit and from the tip of the barrel and then he closed it. His gun was now unloaded. As he locked the hatch, he went over each of the squad members weapons, finding nothing out of the ordinary. "Great. Muzzle control, fire the blank, safeties on." The new group would arrive any moment now...
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[center][h1][u]Dr. Daxter Sness[/u][/h1][/center]

[i]High-Casual, a temporary apartment S.T.R. got for Sness for his transfer period[/i]

As Sness opened his front door with the keys he was still thoroughly annoyed by Wesson's lack of manners towards his slight difference from the usual human. As he walked in though, he could hear Virus greeting him from the doorbell system and a smile climbed on his face. "So you got in, huh? Some good news for a change. Is it any better than the portable transfer system?"

First, there was a period of silence that took at least ten seconds. Then a voice rumbled from the low quality speaker:"I will have to admit this system is only better in the sense that as I reside here I have a functioning loudspeaker and some processing power." Virus seemed to be just as annoyed by the temporary solutions as him. Hopefully S.T.R. could arrange the laboratory quickly... If all else went south, he could at the very least call F.I.E.L.D. who had promised to look after him. His stay had been brief, but the people there had shown him respect. Something S.T.R. had seemed to lack thus far.

He had to see Lev though and share the news with her. For now the fact that his daughter could live comfortably was the most important thing... Judging by the lack of sound of flowing water she must've come out from the shower by now. She was amphibious, sure, but water was her preferred element. That is how he had had to build her... He couldn't take such shortcuts with project Harpy though. At least it was leaps and bounds better than what he had done to himself.

Knocking on the door of her bedroom yielded quick results as Lev opened the door in mere seconds. She must've heard him come in or something and waited. She tilted her head to the side as much as her collar allowed and a curious expression formed on her face. How much she managed to tilt her head surprised him, but the system would not allow leaks so it should all be okay. "Well Lev... they said they'd see what they can do. I do not know when I can promise you a new tank... but I'll try my best", he explained the situation and placed his hand on her shoulder. While she did look disappointed, she reached around Daxter and gave him a hug. The mechanical doctor returned the gesture and muttered "I know... I know..."