1.1 (RP) New Del Rio [Nine Hour Drive]
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1.1 (RP) New Del Rio [Nine Hour Drive]
Texas Wastelands
9th April 110 PA
Some time after 0300 hrs
The ride to New Del Rio.
The CS Force Recon team has survived the perils of the storm and Ley Line. Now there is the long drive to their destination. Checkers is behind the wheel of the APC as everyone settles in for what they hope will be an uneventful ride.
(Open RP Thread)
Re: 1.1 (RP) Nine Hour Drive to New Del Rio
With Checkers behind the wheel SSgt. Henry Grimes stood and stretched. Giving the battle cat a thumbs up Henry said: ”I’ll try rustling up some grub.”
Walking back into the main cargo hold Henry looked over the newly repaired Dyna Bot nodding with approval.
”Nicely don’t Klanker. Thanks!”
As Henry orders the robot to find a big knife and meet him by the rear cargo doors the Ranger passes by Runt and offers a bro-fist to the Dog Boy.
”Dude! Nice job out there earlier. Rock on.”
Moving to catch up with DV8 who now has a large machete and is standing by at the rear doors Henry nods at Mr. Marvin and smiles.
Passing the former juicer and psi stalker Henry inwardly wonders if he might have annoyed the sniper. Shrugging the feeling off the Ranger says to Frida: ”Going to make a meal for everyone. See if I can’t improve on the Meals Rejected by Everyone and spice em up a tad. By your leave ma’am I’ll be just a bit.”
Standing by DV8 Henry pushes the open button on the cargo doors and says something to the robot. DV8 replies louder saying that it has one on radar. Henry gives a thumbs up as wind blows his hair around wildly and suddenly the robot steps out of the open cargo door as the APC continues to race onward towards New Del Rio.
A few minutes later a bloody machete is tossed in to Henry who catches it and sets it down as DV8 steps into the rolling APC carrying a dead deer.
The next few minutes the robot and Ranger gut, chop, cut up and prepare a bunch of meat from the dear. Waste is tossed out and DV8 sets up a bunch of MRE’s.
Henry directs the robot to get the special box. A CS cargo box labeled Force Recon. Special Materials. Handle With Care. is hauled over by the robot.
Henry pulls out plates, cups and silverware. Additionally a cooler with vegetables in it is brought out and prepped. Several minutes later a warm meal of well cooked meat and vegetables, with a chocolate desert is placed on plates and delivered by the robot to each of the CS soldiers. The plate given to Mr. Marvin is only meat. Mostly raw, barely cooked, but nicely spiced anyway.
Henry sneaks, in plain sight, a long drink out of a bottle then returns everything to the box and cleans up the mess. Finally he has DV8 deliver one can of the best CS approved beer to everyone.
Dinner is served.
”We there yet?”
The robot responds: ”My calculations estimate there is still eight hours and fifteen minutes until our arrival.”
Henry waves the robot into silence and sighs.
Cracking open the beer can he works on eating his own meal.
@Runt “when ya done eating get em all ready for a weapon inspection in one hour. This cargo bay needs cleaning too.”
Re: 1.1 (RP) Nine Hour Drive to New Del Rio
Runt sniffs the meal @Henry prepared for him. It looks good, and smells better, but the dog boy huffs at the desert. 'Demons didn't get us, but sarge might...'
"I wouldn't eat your desert @Checkers," Runt mutters just low enough for feral hearing to pick up as he puts the plate away and tucks into the dinner.
"I wouldn't eat your desert @Checkers," Runt mutters just low enough for feral hearing to pick up as he puts the plate away and tucks into the dinner.
Re: 1.1 (RP) Nine Hour Drive to New Del Rio
Watching @Checkers stuffed behind the wheel was almost comical, like witnessing an adult riding a tricycle with such eager deftness that they would near deserve the praise they received for the expert motions they performed. The sight of which caused Frida to calm down somewhat as she forced the thoughts of demons from her mind, staring at him through the small visor of her helmet from the concealed safety of her EBA as she composed herself.
Eventually, Frida removed her helmet as sweat drenched strands of blonde hair stuck to her forehead. Watching both @Mr. Marvin and @Grimes leave the APC without having it stop first as they left to scout ahead and to.... Make a meal. Deciding at that moment that it was probably a good idea not to ask questions to where exactly the psi-stalker found a horse, or what Henry was doing that allowed him to keep up with the APC that the cat mutant drove with focused precision.
The lieutenant simply sat there quietly as she observed the others set about their tasks, giving a small distracted nod to @Runt as he gave her the latest ammo report. They had done well to conserve what they had, but it would still be worth getting their e-clips charged in New Del Rio if their agent had any contacts that would be able to do that. To the others, it likely looked as though Frida was spacing out as she pulled up a HUD that flashed across her retina, searching her briefing notes for any information on their contact for when they arrived, such as appearance, known aliases and general location. The telltale signs of flashing micro images across her eye would allow the astute observer to know what she was doing should they be looking for it.
She was startled awake as a plate of food was placed onto her lap, quickly catching it before it slipped off from the bumps of the moving vehicle as Henry quickly moved to handing the next one to one of the others. "Oh right, eating... That thing I need to do to not die.” Came the sardonic thought as she gazed at the far from expected opulent dinner that had been given to her. Opening her mouth as if to say something, she closed it again after a few moments after looking towards the Staff Sergeant. What was she supposed to say right now? Should she thank him? They weren’t in battle any longer, so the thought of doing so made her too nervous to speak up.
Looking out one of the small windows of the APC over her shoulder, she could see that they were finally leaving the storm behind them, with the mess of an infinite number of possible worlds splattering against their transport like a cloud of dead insects finally abating. The signs of sickness were already leaving the eyes of the mutants of the group, though a few of them were already showing signs of tiredness. They would need to endure for now, but if it became a problem then she had ways of fixing that as well.
Looking over at Mr. Marvin’s plain looking meal and then back to her own for a moment, she thought back to the Ketchup flavoured nutrient paste she favoured back at her time in the lab. A soulless goop that contained all of the calories, vitamins and nutrients one needed to get through the day. Especially when they sometimes didn’t see the light of day for months on end. ”It’s too... The... crust.. It crumbles and then gets soggy.... At the center.” Frida mumbled out quietly, just barely loud enough for Mr. Marvin to hear, her gaze still looking forward at the meal on her lap. Though clearly given the content of her plate, nothing what she described matched any of the food Henry had given her. Perhaps taking only a few moments before realization hit that she had resumed talking about the topic of their earlier discussion. The cold uncaring confidence in her voice that gave orders during the battle, completely shattered as they became hit with several hours of downtime.
As she slowly forced herself to consume small bites of the meal, she briefly wondered if becoming a full conversion cyborg like @Klanker would have been a good idea. The giant metal monstrosity looked to be inefficiently built, as if the engineer had been more concerned with making something more akin to a walking tank than a functioning mobile biped. "It was probably Dr. Carlos." She mused on the origins of the metal corporal. The scientist and former college of hers was always raving about superior cyborgs that belched smoke that looked like monstrous horrors from a far away land ruled by warlords. It was the sort of fantastical creation he would make... Would have made. Frida grimaced then between bites of venison. Carlos had been one of the casualties during the chimera incident that had gotten her into this situation.
”Doesn’t matter what you put in it. The crust is either dry or soggy.” She spoke out quietly again, this time addressing Runt’s reply and workaround to the gelatinous fruit problem others might have with the popular pastry.
”Eat. You will die if you don’t.” Warned her own thoughts as she set the beer aside unopened. She felt sick, the tranquilizers she took suppressed her appetite, which had made her pass out from undernourishment several months ago. Nutrient paste was something that was quick and easy to keep down, though was not often found in soldier MREs since they generally did little for the typical grunts morale.
”Do you know who made you Klanker?” She asked suddenly, her words blurting out suddenly in an increased volume similar to the day they had met, awkwardly drawing attention to herself as the APC drove over a small hole, causing the can of beer to fall to her feet and roll its way over to Checkers, hitting him in the foot. She really needed to keep her thoughts focused on one thing at a time...
Eventually, Frida removed her helmet as sweat drenched strands of blonde hair stuck to her forehead. Watching both @Mr. Marvin and @Grimes leave the APC without having it stop first as they left to scout ahead and to.... Make a meal. Deciding at that moment that it was probably a good idea not to ask questions to where exactly the psi-stalker found a horse, or what Henry was doing that allowed him to keep up with the APC that the cat mutant drove with focused precision.
The lieutenant simply sat there quietly as she observed the others set about their tasks, giving a small distracted nod to @Runt as he gave her the latest ammo report. They had done well to conserve what they had, but it would still be worth getting their e-clips charged in New Del Rio if their agent had any contacts that would be able to do that. To the others, it likely looked as though Frida was spacing out as she pulled up a HUD that flashed across her retina, searching her briefing notes for any information on their contact for when they arrived, such as appearance, known aliases and general location. The telltale signs of flashing micro images across her eye would allow the astute observer to know what she was doing should they be looking for it.
She was startled awake as a plate of food was placed onto her lap, quickly catching it before it slipped off from the bumps of the moving vehicle as Henry quickly moved to handing the next one to one of the others. "Oh right, eating... That thing I need to do to not die.” Came the sardonic thought as she gazed at the far from expected opulent dinner that had been given to her. Opening her mouth as if to say something, she closed it again after a few moments after looking towards the Staff Sergeant. What was she supposed to say right now? Should she thank him? They weren’t in battle any longer, so the thought of doing so made her too nervous to speak up.
Looking out one of the small windows of the APC over her shoulder, she could see that they were finally leaving the storm behind them, with the mess of an infinite number of possible worlds splattering against their transport like a cloud of dead insects finally abating. The signs of sickness were already leaving the eyes of the mutants of the group, though a few of them were already showing signs of tiredness. They would need to endure for now, but if it became a problem then she had ways of fixing that as well.
Looking over at Mr. Marvin’s plain looking meal and then back to her own for a moment, she thought back to the Ketchup flavoured nutrient paste she favoured back at her time in the lab. A soulless goop that contained all of the calories, vitamins and nutrients one needed to get through the day. Especially when they sometimes didn’t see the light of day for months on end. ”It’s too... The... crust.. It crumbles and then gets soggy.... At the center.” Frida mumbled out quietly, just barely loud enough for Mr. Marvin to hear, her gaze still looking forward at the meal on her lap. Though clearly given the content of her plate, nothing what she described matched any of the food Henry had given her. Perhaps taking only a few moments before realization hit that she had resumed talking about the topic of their earlier discussion. The cold uncaring confidence in her voice that gave orders during the battle, completely shattered as they became hit with several hours of downtime.
As she slowly forced herself to consume small bites of the meal, she briefly wondered if becoming a full conversion cyborg like @Klanker would have been a good idea. The giant metal monstrosity looked to be inefficiently built, as if the engineer had been more concerned with making something more akin to a walking tank than a functioning mobile biped. "It was probably Dr. Carlos." She mused on the origins of the metal corporal. The scientist and former college of hers was always raving about superior cyborgs that belched smoke that looked like monstrous horrors from a far away land ruled by warlords. It was the sort of fantastical creation he would make... Would have made. Frida grimaced then between bites of venison. Carlos had been one of the casualties during the chimera incident that had gotten her into this situation.
”Doesn’t matter what you put in it. The crust is either dry or soggy.” She spoke out quietly again, this time addressing Runt’s reply and workaround to the gelatinous fruit problem others might have with the popular pastry.
”Eat. You will die if you don’t.” Warned her own thoughts as she set the beer aside unopened. She felt sick, the tranquilizers she took suppressed her appetite, which had made her pass out from undernourishment several months ago. Nutrient paste was something that was quick and easy to keep down, though was not often found in soldier MREs since they generally did little for the typical grunts morale.
”Do you know who made you Klanker?” She asked suddenly, her words blurting out suddenly in an increased volume similar to the day they had met, awkwardly drawing attention to herself as the APC drove over a small hole, causing the can of beer to fall to her feet and roll its way over to Checkers, hitting him in the foot. She really needed to keep her thoughts focused on one thing at a time...
Re: 1.1 (RP) Nine Hour Drive to New Del Rio
"Can I... Do you have any more like that?" Checkers asks as he glances Marvin's plate out of the corner of his eye, his mouth watering a bit in spite of himself. "I don't need it to be cooked, strictly speaking."
Runt wrote: ↑Tue Oct 26, 2021 1:26 pm "I wouldn't eat your desert @Checkers," Runt mutters just low enough for feral hearing to pick up as he puts the plate away and tucks into the dinner.@Checkers
Without looking away from the terrain in front of him, Checkers chuffs in a kind of pseudo-laugh. "Cats handle chocolate just fine, old timer. I'll take yours if you don't want it."
Re: 1.1 (RP) Nine Hour Drive to New Del Rio
Frida’s return to the topic of pies at hand did little to surprise him. He nodded and could not help but stifle a chuckle. ”From my understanding much of the art of baking had been lost in the cataclysm. With survival paramount the return of culinary arts has taken a regrettable back seat. However, should we find ourselves in the Northern territories we shall have a chance to rectify what can only be an absolute horror upon your sense of taste. There is this bakery small but dedicated to bringing back the old world sensibilities. You will change your tune about pie, they even have a pot pie filled with meat for Runt…” His voice trailed off looking down at the raw meat served before him.
Fortunately someone else liked the uncooked meal. Mr Marvin simply handed the plate of raw meat to @Checkers ”Take mine, please.”
He grabbed something more cooked and took a bite. It really did nothing to satiate his hunger. Only something supernatural would abate the hunger that was creeping upon his very soul.
He smiled at Grimes explaining, “My family, er adopted family fed me like their own. Mother was from Quebec and a fine hand in the kitchen. Seems I’ve developed a refined palate.” The psi stalker shrugged and ate the rest of the piece of cooked meat wondering how bug a hole he would need to dig to bury Grime’s body appropriately. “How tall would you say you are Grimes?”
Fortunately someone else liked the uncooked meal. Mr Marvin simply handed the plate of raw meat to @Checkers ”Take mine, please.”
He grabbed something more cooked and took a bite. It really did nothing to satiate his hunger. Only something supernatural would abate the hunger that was creeping upon his very soul.
He smiled at Grimes explaining, “My family, er adopted family fed me like their own. Mother was from Quebec and a fine hand in the kitchen. Seems I’ve developed a refined palate.” The psi stalker shrugged and ate the rest of the piece of cooked meat wondering how bug a hole he would need to dig to bury Grime’s body appropriately. “How tall would you say you are Grimes?”
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