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The Misfits; The Wadatsumi refugees put together their own plan of action.
Topic Started: Aug 5 2012, 08:30 PM (1,314 Views)
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"If you are sure that Terumi will be there, I suppose I'll be willing to help." Jin says, speaking up for the first time in a while. "He needs to be punished for screwing around with my head. And if I have to help rescue a hostage, well..."

Memories of Saya flash, and he buries them harshly. "I suppose it can't be avoided."

Desmond shrugs. "If you believe this mission to be a fight, and not an extraction, then my skills would not be put to efficient use there. If there are no missions with an emphasis placed on stealth, I would prefer to accompany Rust."

Pushing his chair on it's two back legs, he relaxes his head into his palms.

"Someone has to stop him from killing himself, after all."
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Albus nods towards Rusty. "Hey, don't worry Rusty. Mertsmunet’, you are a life saver just for caring." He smiles; not his cocky grin, but rather a warm, gracious expression.

He turns at Jin's offer, surprise flickering on his face. "Huh, well, in that case you're in." Albus grins. "Still, I think we should bring a little extra oomph just for insurance."

He brings one hand to his chin, closing his eyes in contemplation.

Rachel's gotta be too busy to really help, and so does Ragna. Probably Tager too. So...maybe...

He looks up, pinning his gaze to Rachel.

"Rachel, I'm thinking...do you think it would be fine if I asked Valkenhayn to aid us?"




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Epsilon's face, meanwhile, explodes into a gleeful grin. "Thanks Boss. I'm going to blow the ever living fuck out of everything that needs explosions," he whoops. "And if anyone's interested, I can give you a quick rundown on the necessaries for battlefield medicine." He begins to count off on his fingers, "Bullet wounds, shrapnel injuries, ruptured intestines, burst chests, head trauma, twisted, torn, bruised and entirely missing limbs and appendages and how to console someone who is bleeding and breathing their last, all in one handy course! Depression optional."

He looks about and kicks sheepishly at the ground, "Maybe I'll be professional about it instead."
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Chuckling, Micah replies, "'Professional' would probably be the better way to go, yes. Though I have to admit, you certainly seem to have a passion for the topic."

Turning his attention to Rust, he says, "Mr. Hetfield, you're certainly welcome to come along with us for the munitions presses. The only person from my staff that I could have brought along is currently convalescing with a broken wrist, and I'd like to have someone else along that knows what they're looking at."
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Ashley raises a hand and breaks her silence, chuckling a bit. "I'll tag along with you on the ammo presses, Micah." she says, and reaches back to clasp Albus's shoulder. "I'd come, but I'm a computer geek. Gotta be honest about that, and what you're walking into sounds like a heavy-duty job. I don't want to be a damsel in distress anywhere, eh?"

Jagd remains seated, eyes locked forward. He glances up at Albus. "With permission will accompany you. Need intel on Hazama figure. Likely to deploy considerable assets. More datum required."

Rachel snorts. "You will find Terumi an eye-opening experience, no doubt. Yes, Mr. Scaslivy, you have my permission to invite Valkenhayn, though it is his own perogative to accompany you."

Siobhana raises her eyebrows and glances about. "So then it seems we need to divide into more formal teams. Mr. Scaslivy if you would stand against the wall - there - and anyone accompanying him, please follow? Micah, you take the opposite wall - and you, Mr. Lorenz, take the door. Just to avoid confusion, mm?"
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Giving Desmond a nod that only friends could understand, Rusty managed to calm down a little. Hell, he even managed a grin at Desmond's little barb there.

"You mercenary fuck. I don't plan on dying any time soon." He retorted, Soul Pick glowing slightly with a pulse. "I'm a mechanic, remember? Any job left unfinished is like getting halfway through a Dream Theatre song and giving up. You gotta go the distance or all you did meant absolutely nothing."

He made a face.

"That sounded less corny in my head."

Brought out of his odd mood, he flashed a grin at Albus. "I gotta pay your ass back for helping me with the Duct Tape, mate. Besides, Sector Seven gotta stick together, am I right? Kokonoe hasn't finished up my insurance yet and I doubt she's filled yours out either. We coulda made a fortune."

Epsilon just caused Rusty to stare at the scientist, mouth slightly agape.

...we want THIS GUY...to be our Medic? This guy. Who I get the distinct feeling would want to use a seithr cannon to try and change someone's gender 'For Science.'

The port at the back of his head felt very prominent right then, along with the Pick glowing again.

...wouldn't have it any other way. Kinda fits the entire group, to be honest.

"Sounds like a plan, Micah," the mechanic nodded at the wolf beastkin. "I'll just be happy doing something. Besides, probably for the best. It sounds like a relatively low combat environment compared to the other objectives, so what better way to test Metallica out in the field, right?"

He gave a thumbs up to Jagd at that remark. Rusty felt a bit more comfortable now. He knew what was expected of him and he'd been given something to focus on rather than twisting in the wind, feeling useless. It felt pretty good, to be honest. He wasn't being overlooked, left behind or locked out the loop about anything.

That you know of.

Quashing that thought down, the rocker was stunned by the next bit.

"Ashley? You're coming?" he asked, slightly stupefied. "But I thought you preferred non combat... And I got creepy last time..."

STOP! NOW! BACK UP! BACK THE FUCK UP! BAIL YOUR ASS!

"...know what? I'mma just stand over there."

And with that, the mechanic joined Micah at one end of the room.
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"Glad to hear it, then. I suppose that means you don't require my assistance on that mission?"

Rubbing a shoulder, Desmond cracks his neck.

"The ammo presses assignment will be loud. Loud, and slow. These do not fit my skills at all. And while I said previously that I had experience in exfiltration, if the enemy is expecting us and it will be a contest of strength, that does not suit my skills either."

Nodding at Siobhana, Desmond stands himself up, and begins to walk towards Epsilon.

"With permission, I request to accompany the mission to relieve the NOL of a surplus Shebalve. That mission seems like it would rely more on the element of surprise, and I can assist most on that front."

As he walks, he notices Rust's utter failure as he talks with Ashley, and can only stand there, holding his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"Rust....I see you have not changed in that regard. Not in the slightest."
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Albus nods gratefully at Rachel. "Mulțumesc, Rachel. Seriously, thank you so much."

He beams. "Jagd, man, you are awesome. Of course you can come."

He acknowledges Ashley with a quick "no problem" before standing up per Siobhana's request and moves to the nearest wall, bouncing on his heels slightly as a hopeful smile blooms on his face.

'Hehe...I can't ever repay you guys, you know?'




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Micah gives Ashley a smile and a nod as he says, "Thank you. I do have to warn you, though - this isn't going to be 'light duty' either. I'm expecting a fair bit of resistance. Having someone that knows their way around a computer would be helpful, though - there's bound to be a lot of security equipment."

As he walked to the wall opposite the one that Siobhana had indicated for Albus, he nodded at Rust, "You should get plenty of practice coming along with me. I just hope I have enough ammunition for Fornax to get through this."

He chuckled as Rust had his mental collision, but didn't comment on it. He figured he should let Ashley and Rust work that one out themselves.
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Epsilon obliges Siobhana and stands by the door. With a nod at his boss, he says simply, "Thanks Boss."

He gives Desmond a friendly smile and proffers a hand. "Pleased to meet you," he says cheerily. "Hope you're ready to steal us a Shebalve." He removes a small circular device from his coat and begins to promptly fiddle with it. "We'll likely blow the fuck out of the depot they're holding them. Last thing we need to give the NOL is more air support." He taps his chin in thought and adds, "Though loading up the Shebalve with a few spare parts would be a good idea."

He paces back and forth, the device in his hands beeping at random intervals with differing pitches. A rather alarming series of loud beeps make his hands work with impressive speed and he breathes a sigh of relief when the device stops beeping rapidly and resumes low, spaced tones. "I need to put disclaimer stickers on these things or something. Warning: Volatile, and entropic." He pockets the device and removes his FN from underneath his jacket and points at the muzzle brake asking Jagd, "You got a silencer buddy?"
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