The group arrives at the airport and finds their way to the private runway. A sleek looking lear jet rolls up and a staircase descends, an attractive woman walking down it. "Ladies and gentlemen, please find a seat."
As the group sits in their respective spots a quick safety lesson is given and menus are handed out. The stewardess remains out of sight but will respond quickly to the press of a button each of you has on your seats. In the back in a tiny lounge area with a comfortable couch and loveseat. Just big enough to fit the entire group if they care to go there to chat.
On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
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Wild Card Bennies ?
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Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Not bad work, Trent, Jamie thinks as they zip along on the private plane. We should skip coach and do this more often.
She has her briefing notes laid out in front of her and is going over the images and schematics (or the best approximation they have), working up the best plan she can for their avenue of approach.
She has her briefing notes laid out in front of her and is going over the images and schematics (or the best approximation they have), working up the best plan she can for their avenue of approach.
Battle 9
"Hey," she asks the gathered group, "anyone else here worked an op in a snowstorm before?"Kindreth
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Trent looks up at @Julie’s question about whose done an op in a snow storm. Up till now he had been remotly playing with the stewardess call button timing her to see how fast she could really get to the team if their was enough need. After switching the button off he pipes up, ” Yeah... Two ops for me in the snow. First one, the entire team except for me was left buried under several tons of glacial ice.” Trent visible pales when he mentions it. But ever the trooper and a guy with more stories than esop he continues, ”The second was an all hands on deck kind of SPEAR op. Operation Broken Arrow... Half a dozen SPAER teams such as ourselves all converging on a compound of militia that had smuggled in a few nukes stateside. Word was they had help, we could never prove anything, but I suspected ARES. Yeah it was a snow blind to say the least. I was covering my team up top with one of my drones, I had outfitted my drone to cut through the worst of the snow, but still it was hard to make out anything in great detail... Seemed easy at first, all teams converging at the same time. Little resistance... But that was when shit really hit the fan.” Trent grows quiet as it seems the snow held no favors for him.
Operation Broken Arrow
Pace: 6; Parry: 6; Toughness:9(4) +4 armor
Skills:
Notice d4
Athletics: d6
Tradecraft: d6
Fighting: d8
Skills:
Notice d4
Athletics: d6
Tradecraft: d6
Fighting: d8
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Julie's eyebrows went up of their own accord when Trent mentioned Broken Arrow. "You were a part of that charlie foxtrot, huh? That thing was ugly. My team was on standby for that one, but I heard the stories." She feels a tiny, involuntary shudder go down her back, but ignores it. Lots of body bags after Broken Arrow.Trent wrote: ↑Mon Jan 28, 2019 8:13 am Trent looks up at Julie's question about whose done an op in a snow storm. Up till now he had been remotly playing with the stewardess call button timing her to see how fast she could really get to the team if their was enough need. After switching the button off he pipes up, ” Yeah... Two ops for me in the snow. First one, the entire team except for me was left buried under several tons of glacial ice.” Trent visible pales when he mentions it. But ever the trooper and a guy with more stories than esop he continues, ”The second was an all hands on deck kind of SPEAR op. Operation Broken Arrow... Half a dozen SPAER teams such as ourselves all converging on a compound of militia that had smuggled in a few nukes stateside. Word was they had help, we could never prove anything, but I suspected ARES. Yeah it was a snow blind to say the least. I was covering my team up top with one of my drones, I had outfitted my drone to cut through the worst of the snow, but still it was hard to make out anything in great detail... Seemed easy at first, all teams converging at the same time. Little resistance... But that was when shit really hit the fan.” Trent grows quiet as it seems the snow held no favors for him.
Operation Broken Arrow
"Alright, @Trent, since you've worked in a whiteout before, you'll be my huckleberry on this one. Visibility will suck, the wind will play tricks on your hearing, and your fingers and eyelashes will start to freeze within a couple of minutes. I'm going to need you and your drone to give me as much information as possible as early as possible once we touch down. You'll be my battle buddy today; where I go, you go, and if you can't keep up, your drone goes."
Thoughts of Broken Arrow still sticking in her head, she tells the rest of the team, "Everyone else, pair up with a battle buddy. You watch your battle buddy's back out there, and she'll watch yours. I've read all your personnel files, but now's probably a good time for the rest of you to get up to speed on our capabilities.
I'll go first: I'm an ESP. Sometimes, I can see big things before they happen, but usually it's small stuff. Helps me avoid getting shot, and helps me direct traffic out there. Most of the rest of you have more active specialties and abilities; feel free to share."
Kindreth
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
"I am MIGHTY," Keiko declaimed from where she sat. "I have a GLOW you cannot SEE! I have a heart as big as the MOON! As warm as BATHWATER! I am a JUSTICE SANDWICH! No toppings necessary! Do you catch my drift?!"
"Do. You. Dig?"
"Do. You. Dig?"
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Julie cracks a smile at Keiko's animated description. "Our resident illusionist, people. If you ask nicely, I think she does birthday parties on the side."
Kindreth
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Keiko slapped her forehead.
"You make it sound so lame!" she complained. "Look. It goes a little something...like this."
She unhooked her harness and stood up in the center of the aisle, then put a hand to the collar of her flight suit. She tore it away with one yank downward, revealing a Victorian-era formal suit, in bright purple and lavender. From behind her back she produced a huge top hat in the same shades and put it on her head with a little flippy flourish.
Over the sound of the jet engines, the sound of music rose up. She grinned widely, her mouth and eyes pulling into just pleased slits, and a pair of fluffy red foxtails wiggled out from the waistline of her pants to sweep to and fro behind her, keeping the rhythm.
"Come with me,
And you'll be,
In a world of pure imagination.
Take a look,
And you'll see,
Into your imagination."
As she sang in a rather pleasant voice, Keiko moved forward, and with a sweep of her arm the plane...changed. The sides flattened, and seemed to melt down until they were barely waist high. The ceiling pulled back and away and was lost behind everyone. Outside, instead of stormy skies, was golden sunlight and sapphire air.
"We'll begin,
With a spin,
Traveling in,
a world of my creation.
What we'll see,
Will defy explanation."
The front of the plane retracted and pulled back and bunched itself into a very snubby little nose cap, and it suddenly became clear where everyone was really sitting. On some kind of very large roller coaster car! The tracks reared up ahead, and the sound of 'ka-chunk ka-chunk ka-chunk' could be heard under the music and the sound of jets alike. The landscape around the roller coaster was...fantastic, almost cartoonish, with garish green grass and people in strange, colorful outfits barely visible on the ground far below. Things like jellyfish scattered through the air above, pulsing in different colors, pursued by flying horses.
Keiko continued forward, arms outstretched, apparently not concerned at all about the turbulence...or was it the curves in the track? It was hard to feel the difference. Shaking was shaking. She harnessed the real movement of the plane expertly, mingling it with visual cues that created an intensely convincing sensation that the roller coaster was plunging at breakneck speeds along a spindly track that led it up and down and all around.
"If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it.
There is no,
Life I know,
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there,
You'll be free,
If you truly wish to be."
The outlandishly-clad Keiko doffed her top hat and took a deep bow...then turned to the emergency release hatch, pulled the handle down, twisted it, and pulled it out. The hatch burst open, and with a howl of escaping air Keiko vanished right out of it! The hatch then immediately closed again...and the airplane was back, drab and cold and taciturn.
Applause burst out from the seat Keiko had been sitting in. Or...was still sitting in, apparently. She whistled through her fingers and glanced across the aisle at everyone else.
"I'm so glad we all got tickets together, I saw this on Broadway last tour and it's sooooo good."
"You make it sound so lame!" she complained. "Look. It goes a little something...like this."
She unhooked her harness and stood up in the center of the aisle, then put a hand to the collar of her flight suit. She tore it away with one yank downward, revealing a Victorian-era formal suit, in bright purple and lavender. From behind her back she produced a huge top hat in the same shades and put it on her head with a little flippy flourish.
Over the sound of the jet engines, the sound of music rose up. She grinned widely, her mouth and eyes pulling into just pleased slits, and a pair of fluffy red foxtails wiggled out from the waistline of her pants to sweep to and fro behind her, keeping the rhythm.
"Come with me,
And you'll be,
In a world of pure imagination.
Take a look,
And you'll see,
Into your imagination."
As she sang in a rather pleasant voice, Keiko moved forward, and with a sweep of her arm the plane...changed. The sides flattened, and seemed to melt down until they were barely waist high. The ceiling pulled back and away and was lost behind everyone. Outside, instead of stormy skies, was golden sunlight and sapphire air.
"We'll begin,
With a spin,
Traveling in,
a world of my creation.
What we'll see,
Will defy explanation."
The front of the plane retracted and pulled back and bunched itself into a very snubby little nose cap, and it suddenly became clear where everyone was really sitting. On some kind of very large roller coaster car! The tracks reared up ahead, and the sound of 'ka-chunk ka-chunk ka-chunk' could be heard under the music and the sound of jets alike. The landscape around the roller coaster was...fantastic, almost cartoonish, with garish green grass and people in strange, colorful outfits barely visible on the ground far below. Things like jellyfish scattered through the air above, pulsing in different colors, pursued by flying horses.
Keiko continued forward, arms outstretched, apparently not concerned at all about the turbulence...or was it the curves in the track? It was hard to feel the difference. Shaking was shaking. She harnessed the real movement of the plane expertly, mingling it with visual cues that created an intensely convincing sensation that the roller coaster was plunging at breakneck speeds along a spindly track that led it up and down and all around.
"If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it.
There is no,
Life I know,
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there,
You'll be free,
If you truly wish to be."
The outlandishly-clad Keiko doffed her top hat and took a deep bow...then turned to the emergency release hatch, pulled the handle down, twisted it, and pulled it out. The hatch burst open, and with a howl of escaping air Keiko vanished right out of it! The hatch then immediately closed again...and the airplane was back, drab and cold and taciturn.
Applause burst out from the seat Keiko had been sitting in. Or...was still sitting in, apparently. She whistled through her fingers and glanced across the aisle at everyone else.
"I'm so glad we all got tickets together, I saw this on Broadway last tour and it's sooooo good."
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Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
Cross looks up at the emntion of Snow Ops but says nothing.
The two years across Siberia, the Bering Straight, Alaska, and British Columbia. There was enough Snow Ops in those two years to last a lifetime. If Julie asks, I will offer some insights.
"Wear layers is what it says in the SPEAR ops manual. Just saying."
The two years across Siberia, the Bering Straight, Alaska, and British Columbia. There was enough Snow Ops in those two years to last a lifetime. If Julie asks, I will offer some insights.
"Wear layers is what it says in the SPEAR ops manual. Just saying."
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
listening to everyone talk Marcus is content to stay silent. He felt no need to embarrass himself by his inability to speak as articulately or forcefully as the others. They obviously had more experience than him with a lot of this cold weather stuff. Well at least Cross did, to tell the truth Marcus was more of a Southern boy and he preferred the heat to the cold.
Making sure his suit is done up correctly and he will be able to do the job when they land was going to be a priority.
Making sure his suit is done up correctly and he will be able to do the job when they land was going to be a priority.
Bennies 2
Marcus (Rob T)
Power Tricks = Free for Marcus
Re: On the plane to Tuscon (IC Posting Thread)
"Oh my god," Keiko muttered. "You guys are the worst. All of you."
She folded her arms and leaned back in her seat and sulked.
She folded her arms and leaned back in her seat and sulked.