@ C-Man
“You’re supposed to stay with the group…” Harm told Avel as she came into the power armor bay after finishing with her food in the mess hall. Both her and Wazu would suit up in their respective armors before heading towards the lift that would take them down to the shuttle. “… I’ll go over this all again once we’re on our way down.”
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@ Everyone
-A few minutes later, once the shuttle is full of marines.
While Wazu sat down and buckled up, Harm took hold of one of the handholds inside of the shuttle and locked her armor in place. The external screens started showing the shuttle leaving bay of its mother ship, the jet black void of space giving way to the blue and browns of Nepleslia. For a few moments all of Funky City was visible, its buildings stretching out across the contentment filled with billions of people going about their lives and brightly lit by the morning sun. The shuttle’s view screens would then dim slightly as the craft began cutting through the atmosphere, blinding the external view with a white hot light.
“Alright, Lets go over this one more time.” Harm said, transmitting over the power armor’s comm. systems. “Everyone in this shuttle is to stay near Wazu or Myself. If you can’t see us then you are doing something wrong. Keep up this time and we won’t have a repeat of Higaflan.
When we reach the Neppies Beef Ranch facility, keep your power armor on and consider the area to be a biohazard. We are in charge of burning out an NMX we find in the facility. Consider everything we find in there hostile, even if they claim to be civvies it is likely they have at least been exposed to a parasite in which case check them for weapons and keep them detained somewhere, we can leave cleaning up the facility to follow up units.
Once Wazu has the information he needs about this latest attack and we’ve checked the place thoroughly for NMX we can leave.”
As she finished her short speech, the flames surrounding the shuttle would begin to dissipate. The screens now showed a vast expanse of shanty housing, muddy roads, and billboards. Cars and trucks, with attached guns or pieces of junk serving as armor, were driving around here on the outskirts of Funky City. Just in the distance was a large grey square that easily stood a good 300 feet tall. Smaller buildings surrounded this, and smaller police cars and tanks surrounded that. The Neppies Beef Farm was a truly massive facility but instead of the large fields, the farm consisted solely of industrial structures without windows that housed the beef making enterprise.
The shuttle doors would then slide open, bathing the interior with natural light and the roaring sound of the shuttle engines as it slowed to a hover just above the massive cube. Harm would take a step out the doors and stand on the wing, grabbing onto the handholds on the exterior of the ship.
The roof of the Neppies Beef farm was covered with blocky air-conditioning units, pipes, and ventilation shafts. The floor was a dull brown, white splotches dotting the ground where birds had flown over or taken roost. A single set of doors and a elevator lift were in the center of this area, and had been locked from the outside using a thick chain tied around the handles.
“Alright, Everyone out!” Harm shouted
