[IC] Staking Claims, ShinRa vs. Vile+Another(2v2)

[Enki]

The winds began to pick up in a small clearing surrounded by a lush forested area. The wooded area seemed to be brimming with life as small creatures scurried about. Their attention was quickly given towards the center of the clearing as an odd nine by five portal opened. Its edges were brimming with multiple colors giving off a sparkling prismatic appearance with the inside noticeably of a swirling green.

Finally something stepped through, a person about five foot eleven wearing black combat boots which seemed to not have any laces. Inside the boots were tucked the dark green legs of this mans pants, which were loose fitting and hiding the nano weaved carbon body laced armor underneath. His belt was black and connected to the harness that strapped over his right shoulder and held the device that attached to his sword. The sword was nothing special to look at on the surface, being about two thirds the size of a normal issue SOLDIER sword, but looks were deceiving. The Aire Tam Storm had a wide array of modes and abilities built into it and this was just its default stage. The sword was a one handed sword, with each side having a blade, its broadside was against the back harness instead of a sheath. The mans matching green top was more tight fitting and covered his whole torso and right shoulder. The left shoulder was covered by a shoulder plate that had an insignia on it with the simple letters of SRI. Matching the boots were black combat gloves that left the fingers uncovered.

Stepping out into the fresh air the man Codenamed Enki took in a deep breath and exhaled letting his Mako Blue glowing eyes take in all the scenery around him and enjoying the breeze whip through his shorter sandy blond hair. It wasn't all simple enjoyment though as his internal UI that displayed inside of his eyes was giving him a checklist over his equipment.

Aire Tam Storm: Verified, all systems check. Materia equipped: GlacialGale:READY, ThunderStorm:READY, HowlingSteel:READY, Haunt: READY, Comet:READY, BioRoots:READY, Eclipse:READY, MagmaQuake:READY.

Gilgamesh Arm: Verified, All systems check. Materia equipped: Alexander:READY, Odin:READY, Diablos: READY, Ragnarok:READY, Orion:READY, Chronos:READY, Fenrir:READY, Aegis:READY.

Before the systems were even finished going through their post portal travel checklist Enki calls out to his team mate on the other side of the portal.

"Hey, you coming? Last time you threw a certified fit because I came by myself." Pausing his comments to her, he turns his attention back to the task at hand. "I don't really think we need to do preliminary life readings, I'm surrounded by it. Trees and fresh air, It's a good one this time boys." His reference to the last few planets being outright duds ranging from sand balls to charred husks it hasn't been kind to the expedition teams of late.

[Maquina]

“I did no such thing, you blithering nitwit,” the companion replied crossly, stepping through the gate into ground (ostensibly) unsullied by the foot of man until they very moment.

Her callsign was Meteor; a name chosen for her by her colleagues rather than one she’d chosen herself, but over time it had grown into a comfortable enough fit. She was a bare slip of a thing next to Enki’s sturdy warrior’s bulk; barely more than a meter and a half tall and built like a girl who’d forgotten to go to class on the day they handed out puberty, Meteor was not a very imposing figure at all. She was dressed more for a camping trip than a danger-fraught venture into the wild unknown, in a set of rugged cargo pants, a fleece shirt, a rainproofed poncho, a set of hiking boots, and a rather silly-looking floppy-brimmed fishing hat. Meteor had threatened seven years of her personal attentions to anyone who laughed at her hat; no one had laughed at her hat. The only concession she’d made to the potentially hazardous nature of the Survey Corps’ first-through missions was the sword belt around her waist, bearing her smallsword, one case of the steel marbles, and two cases of the steel darts she occasionally toyed with.

The scene she’d emerged into hardly seemed to warrant such martial precautions. Indeed, Enki looked quite out of place in all his bristling military so-called splendor amidst the idyllic morning woodland, the sun streaming through the trees overhead in the sort of richly golden beams artists went out of their way to paint…but Meteor knew better than that. Even as she’d told Enki off, her Mind’s Eye was open and searching, scrutinizing the area around them for a few hundred meters in every direction, including up and down. For all that it looked like something out of a Roufus’ Trails commercial, this was an alien world. Unexplored, unbroken, untamed. There was no safety here save that which they ensured for themselves.

“Command, the world is obviously life-bearing,” Meteor said, adding her own take on Enki’s report. “No sign in the immediate vicinity of sapient species. Will commence ten-kilometer sweep in preparation for the initial survey. Recommend the survey team bring their civilian cameras if they can find somewhere to hide them in time; the place really is quite picturesque, they’ll probably want to take a few illicit holos to hang in their offices somewhere,” she finished with a faint smirk.

“Copy that, Meteor. Keep us apprised. A reminder to all Survey Corps field personnel: current ongoing exploration operations are classified; all materials relating to newly discovered worlds, including civilian holocam shots, are…”

Meteor tuned out Survey Command’s injunction with a wicked little smile – right before whipping a compact, high-end civilian holocam out of one of the ‘dart’ cases on her belt and snapping a few stills of the woods around her.

“Forethought and planning always triumph in the end,” Meteor announced to no one in particular, immensely satisfied with herself. Enki could only shake his head. “Did you have to throw the rest of the team under a bus like that?”

“If they’re nice to me I’ll share some of mine with them,” Meteor responded. “Perk of being on the first-through team. All right, let’s get on it. A ten-kilometer radius is hardly going to sweep itself.”