As the squad finishes assembling and gathering what they wanted from the supplies depot, the barracks door slides open to the sounds of a loud synthesized voice. "ALRIGHT MAGOTS! FALL IN!" "Major on deck! Attention!" Jenkins yells, signaling the rest. Major Unit MacArthur, quite literally a relic of a past age. The Old Mr Gutsy had stood watch over the Tower for the last two centuries. Having served with all existing Generals, And was kept on as a reminder to all and example for what was expected of an Enclave soldier. However, with that kind of age in a robot comes two things; experience and dementia. From time to time, the Mr Gutsy was known to go on a rampage. Believing it was still fighting the Communist if left to his own devices for long periods of time. No longer fit for active duty, but still one of the most loyal robots in Tower history, he was simply reassigned to CO of Delta Squad. An easy enough job. Give orders, run drills, file papers, and occasionally required to be restrained. Luckily there were no essential personal he could injure. This did however, make him the personal go between General Kassey and Delta Sqaud. Not that any of them knew that. MacArthur didn't yell this time when he spoke. "Listen up, I've got important news and amazing enough it has to do with you poor excuses of American tax dollars. As you know, the Reserves are mobilizing. The rumors, whether you've heard or not, are true. We've unconfirmed reports of a major force converging on the Greater Chicago Area. Congress has issued a bill for the immediate securing of Chicago and it's outlined cities. Otherwise dubbed, Operation Chicagoland. This means we need every able body with boots on the ground and all resources be made available to us. While the other Squads have begun to secure the base of the Tower and establishing a forward position on the surface, Gamma and Delta sqauds will begin scouting the next target sites. That's right Magots, you're going into the field and a vertibird detail will be used in the deployment... For Gamma Squad. It was later consolidated that extra equipment may be needed by Gamma Squad, so Delta will be dropped off along the way. You should all be very proud of your selves. Given a golden opportunity to fight for your county and to not stare at a big metal door all day. Needless to say that if I hear that you died I will personally assigne your corpses to Guard duty and court-martial you! How I wish to be back out there, fighting those damn Commies again. Any Questions, direct them to Sergeant Jenkins. He's been updated to all relevant information." The Major Unit said before turning to leave. Turning back to look at them all with his red glowing headlight eyes. "You deploy from hanger 2 on level 1 in 15 minutes. See that you're all there on time. Good luck out there soldiers. Make me proud! DISMISSED!" Macarthur says returning to his aggressive shouting. OOC: Reminder @dx144 @Keidivh @Valonox @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Vulpas @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Jorimel
Waiting until the veteran Mr Gutsy left Pool couldn't contain his excitement about finally going topside again. "About god damn time! I mean this is one of the shittest assignments but it sure beats the hell out of standing around counting lights and looking busy." Pool gathered any gear he wasn't carrying and began to head off to Hanger two.
Bark, looked toward the angry floating ball with the three smaller glowing balls go through the room, shouting and generally being angry. If Bark wasn't aware that this floating ball was too big for his mouth, he would of went to bite it. Though the Gutsy's eyes was fair game, and has been fair game for quite some time. On more then one occasion Bark went to bite the Major's occular sensors. Behavior that the Mr. Gutsy was well aware of and displeased with. If it wasn't for how distracted Bark made himself with just looking around him, he would have went for the Major's eyes again. So instead Bark let out a loud bark, which roughly translated to "BARK" and he continued to be oblivious to what just happened. He scratched his head with one of his cybernetic back legs -an experience B4Rk got used to after awhile- and sat himself back up, looking around at everybody and happily wagging his tail.
Ruby saluted out of instinct and gathered up her pack, already on her way. On a chance she grabbed Bark's collar so that he knew when to come along and hopefully not to sit there either a.) drooling or b.) chewing more grenades. "Come on , boy! Time to go outside!" It would be fair to say it would be a hard choice who was more excited.
After saluting to the Major Arthor hefted his pack full of supplies and his tool box onto his back and grabbed his shotgun. "Well here goes nothing I guess." He was trying to be calm but in truth he was as nervous as can be he had only been outside the town to assist in field repairs on power armor and robots for the patrols and never been sent out on a full on combat mission. But atleast Bark apeared to be having fun not matter what.
@Jorimel "OKAY!" he barked, and went to follow the nice lady that grabbed at the thing around his neck, "WHERE?" Bark was trained-slightly and as lazily trained as a dog can be- to know that when someone tugged on that thing around his neck that it was because they wanted him to do something. It was one of the only ways Bark was able to register any orders or commands. Other ways included treats and pats. One could easily assume how often those methods occurred. Bark continued on wagging his tail as he was led outside by the nice lady, maybe she wanted to play fetch. Bark knew there was three ball like objects they could use close by.
Jace let out a whoop of excitement when they were given orders to go topside! Finally! Sun! Air! He hurriedly gathered the last of his equipment, some extra water and dried meats, another pack of MF cells and started heading out. "Let's hit the road people! Time to leave this hole and bring the light of the Enclave to the fine people of the wastes!" He smacked Arthur on the back as he started heading out, "C'mon Stone, you'll love it! Fresh irradiated air. Giant, furry, man eating creatures! It's great!" The odd thing was that there was no hint of sarcasm in his voice, rather he was genuinely happy about it... He then caught up to Ruby and bark, and excitedly rubed his head as he hurried off to the Vertibird. @GobMaw_HellSmasha "We're going outside buddy!"
"Cool your head Pool @dx144 there'll be plenty for you to do where that enthusiasm will come in handy. Remember, we've got a fair walk through the wasteland to look forward to. For now let's head up to the vertibird hangers and meet up with Gamma Squad. It will be interesting to work with another squad." Sergeant Jenkins says with genuine interest. Usually, Delta squad saw more of the Peacekeeper Officers than fellow military. "Check your pip-boys for the mission details. Looks like we've got some data on the locals. We'll decide which route we'll taken when we get there. Other questions?" The sergeant asks the squad before departing. OOC: @Valonox @Vulpas ----------------- Level 1 to Vertibird hanger ------ While in route to the Hanger, Delta squad is approached by a group of armored Peacekeepers. They were flanking the Chief Justice Drumph. They were just standing their in the hallway, appearing to have been waiting for Delta Squad to arrive. "Well if it isn't my favorite Reserves, squad delta. Received your orders? That's good. The sooner this situation is resolved, the sooner the Congress can focusing on important matters of state. While I have you here, I was hoping I could ask a favor from you?" Drumph says with what he must have thought was a warm smile. Only achieving a toothy smug looking smirk. "It's nothing dangerous I assure you. That Naval Base you're to scavenge in. Yes, it seemed you were hand picked for this assignment. Curious don't you agree? What I need from you is to investigate the base's dock hanger and bring me back anything you find out of the ordinary. It's not too far from your mission objective. Do this for me and not only will you be protecting the interests of the Enclave, but I will personally give your squad a token of my appreciation. Put in a good word with the General. Think about it and be sure to not tell anyone I mentioned this. Especially Chairman Flanders. Don't need to cause any unnecessary questions of conflicting interests, now do we? Good hunting squad delta. I and The Enclave are counting on you." Drumph says, flashing his toothy smile once more before making for the elevators. His peacekeeper goons following after with him. "We'll keep the vault door company for you while your gone." One says as they pass while out of ear shot of the Chief Justice. "Try not to die out there." Another says. Causing the one next to him to chortle. "Who else would they get to look after that cyberdunce and Digital Drill instructor." The last says. Causing the rest to break out into unabashed laughter.
As the peacekeepers walked away and out of earshot. "At least we don't have to deal with their shit today as today we get to go do a mission for Drumph and much more importantly the Enclave." Turning to the Sarge knowing it had been years since Pool had proper interaction with another squad other than passing them in the mess hall from where they'd be talking of honourable battles, missions fought and won while Pool had spent half a decade of walking mostly empty halls and staring at doorways. "So Sarge, know anything about Gamma Squad?"
Bark saw the other angry men walk away and laughing. And as usual, was oblivious to what these people were talking about. So his reaction was look around and pant. With as much vocal -sometimes physical- abuse that Bark is subjected too on a near daily basis, he always makes it through the most dire of circumstances. Despite being written off as a waste of Enclave resources, they sure can't find away to get rid of him. The only saving grace B4Rk had in regards to asset potential is that the dog was stupidly resilient, which was what Enclave Command officially designated him as. Stupidly Resilient. It was just about the only thing the Cyberdog brought to table as far as usefulness goes. And so the stupidly resilient pup barked at the angry people, "HEY!" being what the translator picked up, "HEY! HI! HEY!"
