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[IC] [SWN] Delta Drop

KnockingBox

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That's a disturbing thought. If crosses her arms by the Comstock's comm panel, chewing over her distress. "The teleporter, maybe. But the sniper? It must be a coincidence. How could they have known?"

She doesn't sound convinced of her own theory. Knocking on the future, she asks whether it is safe to step outside and unload.
 

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That's a disturbing thought. If crosses her arms by the Comstock's comm panel, chewing over her distress. "The teleporter, maybe. But the sniper? It must be a coincidence. How could they have known?"
"I don't know. You know stuff before it happens...maybe they do too. "
 

Marc G.

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After introductions are sorted, Giotto confirms Axminster's request "If you've got a base camp nearby, I'm pretty sure that's where our ship is now." He eyes the pile of rifles as he's talking. "If you don't want them, that's your business, but I can't just walk past a F&P 35 laying out in the street like that. Mind if I grab a souvenir of our meeting?"
 

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The Letnan barks a bitter laugh, "You misunderstand. The heavier gear will be sent to the perimeter, while the interior militia claim the leftovers. We're far from the front here, and there isn't enough equipment to fully outfit everybody. Of course, you should receive something for your aid; yes, it is acceptable. Soldadu! A gun for our friends," she gestures and a soldier retrieves a rifle and presents it to Giotto. Axminster and San attract a number of stares; one soldier eyes San for a long moment and spits, muttering to his squadmates, "The Dominion is picking a side and it's ours? They must be confused about which side is which. We're the good guys." They chuckle and move on. The Hochog is simply watched curiously, not unheard of in these parts but uncommon everywhere. Everybody falls in and moves themselves and their gear back to base, escorting the rest of the crew along with them.

If peeks into the future and feels secure for the next few minutes at least. The sniper must have actually ran away. Gweeli wraps both his hands around a knob and twists it, allowing the base comms to broadcast over internal speakers again. "Thanks again for the warning. We've got things under control, please open your bay doors, Comstock. We'll begin unloading cargo immediately. These supplies are going to save a lot of lives. We'll give you a chance to catch your breath, and then our site officer would like to meet with you, if you would." The base, RSK (short for Rumah Sakit Kedua), is a cleared rectangle with a hospital on one corner, a warehouse and barracks down one side, several independent structures including point defense and a fusion generator along another side and a collection of temporary structures and tents scattered about the empty edges. A broad avenue lines each side and on the other side of it is the inescapable press of buildings.
 

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Axminster and San attract a number of stares; one soldier eyes San for a long moment and spits, muttering to his squadmates, "The Dominion is picking a side and it's ours? They must be confused about which side is which. We're the good guys." They chuckle and move on.
Axminster passes Theo his LasRifle. "Hold this for me, would you, youngling?" He hurries to catch up with the departing squad.
"Hey there, Soldadu!" He calls, profferring the F&P 35 rifle. He hones in on the trooper who spoke earlier.
"Thought you soldiers could use an extra weapon, from what I'm hearing, they're in short supply. Lucky that Ex-Dominion fellow sniped that Ruran heavy weapons team to death, so your side could upgrade a little."
He shoves the weapon into the troopers hands, perhaps a little forcefully. "Looks like a few of your fellows are lucky he chose which side to be on, eh?"
 

Naed Yar

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San leaves the conversation to Axminster. He trots up to the Orchoa. "With irregulars, you need to be careful in their lack of patience and arms; otherwise, too many will die to be worth it. Even if you have numbers, you can still lose the mission as well as the reason for it. Much thanks for helping us though. I hope the food and other goods serve you well."

He eases back to the snide soldiers. He keeps his visor down. One, attack can come at anytime. Two, it hides his conflicting emotions about the situation: their zeal & need for help and their ignorance of his desire to help. San reaches for one of their pistols. When one hands it over, he shows proper grip and handling. "If you do it like this, you make yourself less of a target and you have better control over the placement on your target. Got it?" he asks before handing the sidearm back.

He re-scans the RSK when they arrive.
 

KnockingBox

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Ifem, satisfied after her brush with hypothetical (yet fearfully evidence-backed) death, acknowledges the hail affirmatively (they'll reform the ranks and meet the brass with pleasure) before heading outside to help unload as a show of good faith until the others get there safe. It's not like there are other teamsters on the Comstock, anyway.

She's trying to be as stoic as ever, but she's still troubled. Are they being watched? How would they know?
 

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Axminster passes Theo his LasRifle. "Hold this for me, would you, youngling?" He hurries to catch up with the departing squad.
Theo watches the exchange passively, but quietly moves his hands to the trigger in case things go bad. He doesn't like the escalation, but will support his squadmate if it comes to it. The exchange at least acts to temporarily allow him to forget the psionic he'd seen that's been bothering him. He hadn't realized how much another psionic around bothered him and discomfited him, until now. He couldn't shake the irrational fear that they were someone sent to drag him back to his former life.
 

Ninevehn

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The young soldier pales in response to Axminster's words, "Well, uh. . . any friend of yours is a friend of ours, right?" The Letnan shrugs laconically at San, "The supplies you brought will save hundreds. Thousands. That is worth the price we paid." As the team walks, they learn a few details of the local strategic situation. Most of the Eguna's regular forces are concentrated on the front lines in a perimeter around their loyalist holdings. The rest of their regulars are clustered around strategic assets like the hospital complex and military industry sites. In between those things are a soft layer of militia and civilians. There simply aren't enough troops to patrol everything, so they've been using poorly equipped partisans in numbers to make up the difference. The fight is currently a stalemate, though one the Egunans need to break before their resources run out.

By the time the sortie has arrived at the ship, Ifemelu has largely gotten the cargo unloaded. As soon as she started unloading it herself, a number of people detached themselves from whatever they were doing to help her and direct the flow of containers. San looks for danger, but if he does not see sure safety, he at least sees no active threats. Once the crew has reunited and had a chance to recover from their exertions, they are escorted to a tent on one side of the campus. The air outside is cool even with the aid of the municipal heating systems, but the locals seem used to it. Here they meet with Manager Riwut, an elderly man in civilian dress. "First, I wish to thank you for your delivery. These goods are vital to the war effort, but also to saving lives, including civilian lives, and even the lives of our opponents. You've done more than we could ask for. But, you have also displayed an impressive capability for battle, and the willingness to involve yourselves for our people. If you are willing, we would have use for you again." He watches the reactions of the crew, hesitant to reveal his intentions further until he knows where they stand.
 

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"I think I can honestly say that we'd be happy to hear your story, Manager Riwut," Axminster chuff's, glancing at his crewmates.
 
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