Toxic

Spacecase would speak. "The Junkers won't be able to extend their shields and protect against the environment. So sorry but other than modifying the armor I can't do anything for you other than suiting up a Junker with a camera that we can watch from the safety of the ship."

"Shit, I was just going to suggest we use those cables and the ship but fuck me I guess," Terrins spoke from his position outside with a light chuckle as the atmosphere battered against his shield, but it stood steady for now.

"Hell if you have an attachment designed almost perfectly for this situation then why not use that? takes some of the stress off our backs and I'm sure we can deal with any nasties that rear their heads, I volunteer to nobly sacrifice myself if they're the opposite of nasties though - I'll take it for the team," the Minkan continued to joke over comms, hoping to pass the time a bit as he tried to ignore that itchiness in his shoulder.

Spacecase decided he had enough. "Ok Terrins, was it? Can you get your mind out of the gutter long enough to understand that if you mess up outside of risking other members if you fuck up out there there's not much we can do to save you. So focus long enough that I don't have to trudge out there and possibly kill myself to repair some breached armor because you decided to breach one of the locals. Now if you excuse me I'll see if I can't modify my own ship's shielding to allow us to wander in a safe area while we're outside." He'd grumble as he stomped off to be productive. "Oh and Frank if you would be so kind as to bring me some power cells that'd be great."

"Look 'spacer, with all due respect," Terrins began speaking, the fact he hadn't bothered to learn this clanker's name probably displayed about how much respect he had for them, but he was at least pretending to play nice.

"If and when the time comes for me to curb it then I'll curb it, now you do your job and I'll show you I can do mine - before I rip that stick out from so far up your ass and beat you over the head with it, we good?" he finished explaining, the Minkan looked around to see if there were any sticks he could conceivably shove up the 'spacer's ass, rip out, then beat him over the head with.

Terrins wasn't that much of a prick though, he wouldn't do something like that unless he was given a really good reason to do so - for now he just waited for the door to start opening, feet leaving depressions in the ground with each step he took as he continued to patrol the area with a rifle in his arms.

Spacecase would sigh. "Good luck getting back then." He would huff as he made his way back on to the Pilgrim.

Thad had overheard the conversion between Spacecase and Terrins . He could not help but smile as he was happy the team was getting along so well. It was also great that another person also liked the ladies and would make for great guy time.

He picked up the information about a door not far from his position. He walked in the direction he believed the door was in trying to make out anything that would indicate he had reached his destination. The winds had washed out most of his view which made this all the more challenging. He was pretty much a blind man using his hands in front of him to know where he was at.

Without warning he bumped into something out of no where. Without really thinking he reached around it and started to grab at the front of whatever was in front of him. The hell, this sure is a feminine feeling object. A gust of wind kicked up and cleared off the view of his helm to better show what was in front of him.

He had managed to locate the Silver and was currently copping a feel. "Ahh, there you are. I uh...yeah, this world makes it really hard to see." He said as he released his embrace and took a step back.

"Well shit, and here I thought we were done comparing dick sizes?" Tecuma said aloud into the comms channel at the bickering between the Spacer and the Minkan. At this point frankly she had little to do in terms of well... anything. The doors seemed a touch to big to open possibly? And if they were going to use the ship to pry it open... well Tecuma began to make her way toward the door, her gun held in both hands. She wasn't much of a scout, she was here to be a heavy hitter after all.

Terrins couldn't help but grin at the Freespacer's little moody rant as the metal man stomped off, he always seemed to find someone that wanted to butt heads with him - the Minkan let out a small chuckle at the sight of Thad supposedly running into Silver accidentally, the door wasn't open but it seemed like somebody was having luck at least.

"Always time for that, I'm a graceful winner anyway," the redhead shot back through comms as he dropped down to squat on his haunches dividing his attention between watching the door and eyeing up the curves of the armour clad ladies - it wasn't a hard choice for which one he preferred to be looking at, money was money though so he at least tried to pretend his mind was on the door at that moment.

He took the squat as an excuse to discreetly adjust his ill-fitting armour a smidgen, it was getting a little uncomfortable in there but he made do and rose to a stand once more - deciding to check out this whole 'Fuckbook' thing people, especially Green-Horn, had been yelling about.

A few thoughtful sounds could be heard as he read through information, it all seemed right up his alley, had he really been boring enough to not have an account before? Well that had to change, the Minkan quickly went through the process of making an account - using the suit's sensors to upload a scan of his body to the profile before it was finally complete, hell he couldn't exactly take a photo right now.

Terrins ignored the few pings he was getting already as he thought about just who he should send it to before he came to a conclusion: it had been too long and he wasn't a fussy person anyway.

Each of the team's female members, bar the one they were bringing home, would get a cartoonified version of Terrins giving a wink while using his crotch as a rather effective coat-hanger pop up on their hud alongside a fuckbook friend request - if they followed it up and looked at his fresh account they would find messages that were a good mix of offers, jealousy and friend requests already.

That was out of his hands though, so he continued to pretend he was looking at the door as the Minkan waited to see if any of the lines he threw out got a good response.

Raven's phone had been buzzing this whole time, and she had refrained from checking it. But... she glanced over at Frank. There wasn't anything she could be doing at the moment anyways, so she decided to take it out, all the while ignoring the voices on the comm, well, at least not responding. She scrolled through her notifications, and stopped on one from Fuckbook. Opening it she saw a friend request with a little cartoon guy winking at her. She titled her head, the man look familiar, even in his cartoonified state and she clicked accept. Why not? She needed to live a little, and nothing had to come out of it if she didn't want. She shrugged, accepting all the other requests that seemed like they'd give her a fun time before messaging a couple people back.

After a few moment she sighed. "Hey Frank, I'm gonna go see where I can help out." She said, with a nod for him before coming back to the main area. "Hey," she said into the mic, "anyone have something they want my help with?" It was better than sitting around with her thumb up her ass or playing on her phone.

Spacecase would come over comms. "Yeah I could use some help modifying my scanning array. It's turning out to be a bit more difficult then it usually is and I could use an extra pair of hands with this."

Raven nodded, though nobody could see her. "Will do, on my way." She headed over to where she remembered Spacecase saying he was going to go and grinned when she found him, taking off her helmet. "Hey! How can I help?"

Frank got on his comms "Frank here, I think I found a way in there's a door hatch similar to a silo under the dirt near the ship" Frank said passing the codes threw his comms

Spacecase without even looking up from his work under the main controls for the scanning equipment would say. "Well, you could hand me some wire cutters so I can attach this booster to the system." Upon receiving it he would hook up the device and fiddle with some more wires before saying. "Could you wait here while I head outside to finish this up and press this button when I say to?" He would point to one of the many buttons on the control panel and without even waiting for a response he would don his suit and head out.

After fiddling around with the scanning equipment along with a few curses as the elements battered his suit he would finally yell across the comms. "Alright that should do it hit the button and we should be open for business."

Outside
"I agree. We should use the ship to open the door. Go slowly and I can check the interior as you open the door itself" Silver said, pulling back her prying tool as Thad wrapped himself around her. He suddenly had her full attention,

"If you are going to grab me, you could at least have helped with the door."

Her voice seemed fairly cold, yet she still put an arm on his shoulder, helping guide him a few steps back so that the ship would be able to open the door without obstruction. A quick check of who was near her would let her check some mental boxes...

"Green-Horn. Where is Quartz?"

"She is right..." Green-Horn felt her heart drop as she looked around. The young girl in the puffy suit was nowhere to be seen. That last gust had sent her looking for cover from the storm... only to have her dissapear into one of the swirling clouds.

Terrins was pulled from the small ego-trip he was experiencing by sounds of confusion and panic, he snapped into gear and quickly filled himself in on what was happening - the girl, the one the said he'd keep safe and the whole reason they were knee-deep in fallout, had gone missing.

Not good, not good for anyone.

"Shit, someone find he-" the redhead cut himself off, noticing a slight disturbance in the caustic atmosphere, as if something had just rushed through it. There was no hesitation, he mentally marked the location of the ship and bolted off into the clouds to hopefully find Quartz before something with even less desirable motives than him did.

Frank hops out after finding the door "step aside I'll get it" Frank bent down grabbing a lip or the door and activated his artificial spine to assist with the lifting capability if his power armor as the door creaked and the rusted bolts holding it in place began to creaked and it rised from being pried open.

"Fuckin hell man..." Tecuma grumbled, figuring she could be at least useful just then by helping out Terrins. She trudged after him, shouting over her loud speakers through her suit even as she fought against the swirling fallout.

"HEY! HEY WHERE YOU AT! QUARTZ?!" She shouted, annoyed that now she was searching for a probably already either dead or really badly hurt girl in a hellstorm.

Thad through his helm smiled at Silver as he put his hand on her's that was touching his shoulder. "Next time, you got it." The romantic hugging in the hellstorm would be cut short as reports of Quartz missing started to come in.

"Oh for the love of all things sacred. We had one mission to do and out the door have lost the VIP." Said in loud protest. "I bet in her puffy suit she is rolling off into the distance as we speak."

Thad did a quick playful hip bump against Silver. Partly to put distance between them and partly cause why not. He then quickly started to search around the large door area looking for anything out of place. Maybe this large door was for vehicles so there could be a person sized door near by. He started to stab his sword into the ground looking for something solid.

Frank stopped lifting the door and got into his fight as he would attempt to go locate the VIP using air to ground radar "damnit green-horn you had one job" he said as he flew off to find the VIP balloon in the hellstorm

Eternal Pilgrim -> Planet Surface

Whilst Raven was alone in the dark confines of the small ship's nosecone, she could hear a sudden rustling and clunking noise. Something much bigger than a person was moving in her proximity, it's bizarre form slowly revealing itself from the mess of exposed wiring and superstructure...

Black metal plates and bulging brown kevlar fabrics, messily molecure-taped together in a shockingly haphazard mess. Hunched over like a diseased robotic mosquito, a stern beaked helmet gazed at them with just a singular red slit of an eye on the left side. Dozens of limbs, most of them mismatched in length and finger types. A huge set of engine-wings that flooded the compartment with static when they pulsed with a hazy blue light.

Damn thing had just been crouched there the entire time. And it was so inhuman that it didn't even need camouflage, because it looked like nothing an organic's eyes would pick up as living...

"...Is it... special?... to have the digit between one's legs, that acts as a fertility conductor?..." A child-like, squeeky voice, pitched up and ingrained with bad speaker static. "When a machine can do everything, even for such organics, now?... This one is very confused..."

Absent-mindedly wandering right past her, it then moved back into the small ship's belly airlock, exiting out into the stormy exterior.

Movements were just too damn light, lazily dragging it's many limbs about like a cartoon ragdoll. Only when it encountered the windswept dust, that the gravity bubble forming around it suggested a technological means. The 'wings' were basically acting the same way as a typical hoverbike, but greatly strengthened.

<"Give Sanctifier Z-9 a crack at this. I will verily find your missing female...."> A com signal?... <"Patch into my eye. I will reveal the truth, I will...">

Yeah. They already had camera access to something with infra-red and x-ray vision. It was the same damn noisy spacer as before. Couldn't fit into any of the suits, so they built their own.

Taking off and sluggishly bumbling into the air, Z-9 began combing through the intense interference. Looking for any heat sources that might indicate Quartz's most recent footprints, or perhaps a mechanical hatch that they might have snuck down.