Tange IV, Misato City, Porrim's Group (Bouncing Tats and Runaway Cats)
Porrim looked down to Elm, "I'd recommend you-" she looked up to tell Akemi and realised that she'd lost sight of the slippery bastard. "-oh for the love of-" She ground her teeth, groaning hoarsely. "Just stick to keeping an eye out and maintain radio contact, will you? Fucking hell..."
Ny'za's scans picked up that the creatures roaming around the premises were similar to sheep, and in addition, she spotted a canine, a domestic breed. Oddly enough, there didn't seem to be an organic signal coming from within the farm or inside the fallen Courier. The question as to who was roaming around inside was soon answered when Akemi waltzed right through and helped answer the question.
The only thing on his side was how low-risk the mission appeared to be as he made a pirouette over the cars clogging up the road while the team behind her as Porrim was cursing under her breath, continuing to ignore Aiesu because there were more pressing matters of the idiot in black hair. As she directed the group amidst destroyed buildings and parallel a paddock fence, past some very confused looking sheep wondering who these strange people were.
When Porrim finally caught up with the rest of the group in tow to Akemi, she sighed before acknowledging the robot and their cosy little farm. "Do they really teach Yamataians to split from the group and go frolic in unknown territory?" She grunted in Ly'thir as she stepped into the cottage and gave Akemi a slap upside the head for being a dope. "No wonder they have to produce billions of you at a time, you're all idiots."
With the unknown territory Akemi was traipsing about in, she had a point. "Forgive him himself," Porrim addressed Knight in Trade now, speaking of the stray cat, "he was a bit defective off the assembly line. The cats didn't want him." She wasn't holding back the disdain for the Nekovalkyrja's haughtiness. "I am Captain Mil'ana Porrim of the Lorath Self Defence Force. I have the feeling that aside from you, we're not alone..." she said, looking behind herself, and out the door towards a ruined building just opposite Knight's cosy abode. "Knight, do you know of anybody else living around here, friend or foe? We have an imperative to evacuate cooperative civilians so they can get home to Yamatai, Nepleslia, or Lor."
She wrinkled her nose. Porrim could smell the boiling water in the air, looking over to the kettle and the cups set aside and piecing two and two together. "Perhaps ... call tea time?" she suggested before looking aside and radioing the entire team. "This is Porrim. We have a survivor here on the farm. Appears to be a Nepleslian-made robot. Have made friendly contact. Currently inquiring about the lay of the land and other survivors. Will keep all posted." She lifted her fingers away from her ear and turned back to address the robot. "Not a bad place you have here, Knight. I quite like the decapitated heads," she said, looking at the NMX Nekovalkyrja helmets all in a row, "they really bring the room together~"
As Elm was searching around and keeping an eye out on the group's surroundings, she felt that there was a presence in the ruined residential buildings southeast of the farm, perhaps a face in a window or a sound caught by the breeze. The building looked like an extensive Yamataian-style apartment block with some ground level shopping centres which had been extensively boarded up. Though, one of the doorways into the apartment seemed to be clear of barricading crap, junk pushed to either side of the walls. Someone was still using the building, and maybe Ny'za could have a closer look...
Tange IV, Misato City, Er'red's Group (Super Awesome Positivity Group)
Menelik's monoeye locked onto the carpark. The Monoeye was a two-way street; It was able to see through scout within buildings easily, as well as get numbers for occupants or strength, but the focussed beam and signals of the Monoeye were very obvious, and very distinct. Nothing was leaping out at Menelik as being particularly military tech - maybe it had been taken apart, or wasn't recognised.
There didn't seem to be any sophisticated machinery, and the heat signals seemed to be indicating something along the lines of a few barrels on fire. The one piece of military technology he was able to identify were six nekovalkyrja, military spec, and affiliation currently unknown. Five of them seemed to be scattered through the lower strata of the carpark, idling, in prostrate positions or sitting, not combat ready. The one up top however seemed to be moving around their hut hurriedly.
Ashlinn's observation of the many windows and the storefronts as the team moved through the ex-commercial district showed her that people had been scavenging the place, as rubbish and junk had been put aside, while from the looks of it, anything useful in the store had been taken. Though, one man's trash was another's treasure, and she could see some things of potential value in this situation laying out in the open. Perhaps the people living in the carpark or around it were still smart enough to discern value. She couldn't spot anything like dead bodies or blood stains, so keeping things clean may have been a priority of the occupants too.
Though, even with keeping a body out in the open, they would have frozen with the cold rather than rotting, the process delayed by the weather. To say that there wasn't human activity, however, was a dangerous presumption. There were definitely people around, but whether they were friendly or not required a meeting.
Observing the car park further, Mirage saw the figure who'd disappeared earlier emerge again, this time sprinting down into the level just beneath the roof. They were definitely a Nekovalkyrja, sprinting with such grace in the icy conditions. Menelik could see that they were going down the levels. Mirage could hear that they were shouting in an accented Yamatai-Go, but she couldn't make out the words or the accent. Perhaps she could beam an analysis back to the Val'ta.
Porrim looked down to Elm, "I'd recommend you-" she looked up to tell Akemi and realised that she'd lost sight of the slippery bastard. "-oh for the love of-" She ground her teeth, groaning hoarsely. "Just stick to keeping an eye out and maintain radio contact, will you? Fucking hell..."
Ny'za's scans picked up that the creatures roaming around the premises were similar to sheep, and in addition, she spotted a canine, a domestic breed. Oddly enough, there didn't seem to be an organic signal coming from within the farm or inside the fallen Courier. The question as to who was roaming around inside was soon answered when Akemi waltzed right through and helped answer the question.
The only thing on his side was how low-risk the mission appeared to be as he made a pirouette over the cars clogging up the road while the team behind her as Porrim was cursing under her breath, continuing to ignore Aiesu because there were more pressing matters of the idiot in black hair. As she directed the group amidst destroyed buildings and parallel a paddock fence, past some very confused looking sheep wondering who these strange people were.
When Porrim finally caught up with the rest of the group in tow to Akemi, she sighed before acknowledging the robot and their cosy little farm. "Do they really teach Yamataians to split from the group and go frolic in unknown territory?" She grunted in Ly'thir as she stepped into the cottage and gave Akemi a slap upside the head for being a dope. "No wonder they have to produce billions of you at a time, you're all idiots."
With the unknown territory Akemi was traipsing about in, she had a point. "Forgive him himself," Porrim addressed Knight in Trade now, speaking of the stray cat, "he was a bit defective off the assembly line. The cats didn't want him." She wasn't holding back the disdain for the Nekovalkyrja's haughtiness. "I am Captain Mil'ana Porrim of the Lorath Self Defence Force. I have the feeling that aside from you, we're not alone..." she said, looking behind herself, and out the door towards a ruined building just opposite Knight's cosy abode. "Knight, do you know of anybody else living around here, friend or foe? We have an imperative to evacuate cooperative civilians so they can get home to Yamatai, Nepleslia, or Lor."
She wrinkled her nose. Porrim could smell the boiling water in the air, looking over to the kettle and the cups set aside and piecing two and two together. "Perhaps ... call tea time?" she suggested before looking aside and radioing the entire team. "This is Porrim. We have a survivor here on the farm. Appears to be a Nepleslian-made robot. Have made friendly contact. Currently inquiring about the lay of the land and other survivors. Will keep all posted." She lifted her fingers away from her ear and turned back to address the robot. "Not a bad place you have here, Knight. I quite like the decapitated heads," she said, looking at the NMX Nekovalkyrja helmets all in a row, "they really bring the room together~"
As Elm was searching around and keeping an eye out on the group's surroundings, she felt that there was a presence in the ruined residential buildings southeast of the farm, perhaps a face in a window or a sound caught by the breeze. The building looked like an extensive Yamataian-style apartment block with some ground level shopping centres which had been extensively boarded up. Though, one of the doorways into the apartment seemed to be clear of barricading crap, junk pushed to either side of the walls. Someone was still using the building, and maybe Ny'za could have a closer look...
Tange IV, Misato City, Er'red's Group (Super Awesome Positivity Group)
Menelik's monoeye locked onto the carpark. The Monoeye was a two-way street; It was able to see through scout within buildings easily, as well as get numbers for occupants or strength, but the focussed beam and signals of the Monoeye were very obvious, and very distinct. Nothing was leaping out at Menelik as being particularly military tech - maybe it had been taken apart, or wasn't recognised.
There didn't seem to be any sophisticated machinery, and the heat signals seemed to be indicating something along the lines of a few barrels on fire. The one piece of military technology he was able to identify were six nekovalkyrja, military spec, and affiliation currently unknown. Five of them seemed to be scattered through the lower strata of the carpark, idling, in prostrate positions or sitting, not combat ready. The one up top however seemed to be moving around their hut hurriedly.
Ashlinn's observation of the many windows and the storefronts as the team moved through the ex-commercial district showed her that people had been scavenging the place, as rubbish and junk had been put aside, while from the looks of it, anything useful in the store had been taken. Though, one man's trash was another's treasure, and she could see some things of potential value in this situation laying out in the open. Perhaps the people living in the carpark or around it were still smart enough to discern value. She couldn't spot anything like dead bodies or blood stains, so keeping things clean may have been a priority of the occupants too.
Though, even with keeping a body out in the open, they would have frozen with the cold rather than rotting, the process delayed by the weather. To say that there wasn't human activity, however, was a dangerous presumption. There were definitely people around, but whether they were friendly or not required a meeting.
Observing the car park further, Mirage saw the figure who'd disappeared earlier emerge again, this time sprinting down into the level just beneath the roof. They were definitely a Nekovalkyrja, sprinting with such grace in the icy conditions. Menelik could see that they were going down the levels. Mirage could hear that they were shouting in an accented Yamatai-Go, but she couldn't make out the words or the accent. Perhaps she could beam an analysis back to the Val'ta.
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