Porrim's Group, Tea Party
Porrim put her tea down and put her fingers to her earpiece, processing what had just come over the radio. Outside, the wind was picking up. The captain's ears perked up and she walked over to the window, looking outside and listening to the wind. Above the group, Ny'za, Mirage, and My'ean could see a snowstorm coming in. Indeed, a weather alert flashed on everyone's HUDs. 'WARNING - SNOWSTORM APPROACHING!' the alert buzzed.
"I'm unsure if we all heard over the sound of the alert, but it appears our morale officer may have been kidnapped." Porrim stated matter of factly, watching the snow begin to pick up across the street and more snowflakes fall from the sky, carried by gusts of wind. "Also seems like there's a snowstorm coming for us."
Knight knew there were some less than savoury people hiding around - not the ones Knight knew across the road, but closer to the Radio Tower west of where he lived. He'd shown a couple of them a lesson in pain for trying to shag one of his sheep. To his knowledge they inhabited a dingy office that still had running water.
"Knight, we'd love to stick around, but it seems one of our own has become separated from the group, last known position..." she grabbed her datapad and looked at the map she had, and noted a light blue patch on the map with the dancer's last known position, just west of the team's position. "Feel like engaging in some neighbourhood watch, Mr. Sheriff?"
Ny'za and My'ean meanwhile felt the wind pushing their frames around and forcing them to lower their altitude, perhaps even needing to walk. The scout Elm had also lost a lot of visibility in the snow, but they had gained a blanket of cover to move with relative impunity. She had to maintain radio contact though, or risk getting lost.
"Ny'za, Elm, give me a headcheck!" Porrim sounded off for her group over the headset. "Get to cover from the elements, and continue scouting. If you can't move, seek shelter indoors, and remain in a defensive position!" She looked over to the others around the cottage. "Everyone else, we need to get J'ann back. Akemi, you're in front with me. Aiesu, stay in the middle with Aran'ya." She looked over to the house guest. "If Knight wants to come along, they may lead."
She stood at the doorway to the cottage, and noticed that the sheep had started rushing towards their barn, while a dog zipped between Porrim's legs and came indoors to rest by the fire. If the situation wasn't so dire, Porrim would've given the dog a belly rub.
Er'red's Group, First Contact
Shortly after Menelik took off his helmet in an attempt to be friendly to the Neko (and display an incredible lack of self-preservation to Er'red), he could feel his lips becoming dry and chafed as a gust of wind and snow interfered with his visibility. Without the helmet on and trying to pin things down with sensors rather than the naked eye, he lost sight of the two Nekovalkyrja, and his voice was caught up in the wind. He was beginning to feel cold too.
Mirage experienced turbulence, staying in the sky was beginning to seem like a poor option as she started to drift off-centre, the mecha trying to compensate for the buffeting winds. She could see the Nekovalkyrja exchanging quizzical glances at the Nepleslian, then noticing the inclement weather. They ran down the ramp to a level beneath the top floor to get cover, and stayed near the wall and continued looking out. They seemed to have lost sight of Menelik, they seem to have lost sight of a lot of things, and appeared to be taking cautious position with their comrades. Their voices were caught in the swirling blizzard too.
Seemed as though Mother Nature had other plans for Er'red's group...
A Dingy Office Building
A leggy New Tur'lista with a huge bruise on their forehead and missing portions of their WIND armour (the torso and the crotch were gone) was being dragged by the legs by two raggedy and decidedly unfriendly looking sorts. "Quick, take her underclothes off and her earpiece out."
J'ann could feel the earpiece he had getting torn out of his ear and tossed aside. "Glad we got in before the cold came by... I wonder if they have anything valuable?"
"I reckon so." The other replied as they begun to fiddle with the buttons on J'ann's uniform. "I heard Lorath women are - what the, where's the tits?" Further groping, this time between the legs. "This isn't a woman at all!"
"Y--You're the one who spotted them!"
"Um, listen. Nevermind." The other sighed, exasperated. "Alright, fine! Put him with the other guy, the Nepleslian."
"The one that
won't shut up?"
"Misery loves company." J'ann could feel himself being swung side to side for a moment. "Heave ho!"
With that, J'ann felt a six foot drop before landing in on his back what used to be a cubicle bathroom. The door out of the bathroom was barred from the other side, the mirrors were mostly intact, and he'd landed on a cushion. In addition, there was someone sitting there on a broken toilet in a cubicle whose door had been torn off, wearing a raggedy Nepleslian Marine uniform...
