"Well hey there little lady..." Martin slipped down and planted a knee on the dead raider before pulling the rocket tube up against himself and stroking it tenderly. Feeling it up for wounds or damage he nodded with a grin. "Niiiice. " Noting the two nearby rockets he lays the launcher out beside them before moving to the radio. He toys with the dials and buttons for a minute before declaring it borked. "It's borked. " Holding it up in one hand he uses the other to undo the spider web of bungee cords snaking through the belt loops and holes of what clothing is revealed between the plates of his recon armor. Holding the scrap in place he hooks the ends back in place after pulling the cords taut, radio joining a toaster unit and his lunch box. Stepping aside he collects up the rocket launcher and makes for the stairs, not wanting to look like a target for the vertibird in case it hangs around. He halts after a few steps, noting a hazy glint down on the ground and quickly back pedals to a body. Squatting down his hands deftly pick out and loot a pair of binoculars. "Lovely... not a bad haul boys, not bad at all. "

Emerging out onto the street Martin keeps low and head swivels around from a place of cover, in this case behind a stair stoop, making sure nothing was attracted by the sounds of combat.

"TREAT?" He heard the hound before seeing it, not even realizing that it was a translator making the sound he readied his shotgun in case it was a stray robot. Thankfully no such threat was forthcoming and Martin spotted B4RK who had come trotting his way before the man even fully rose from cover.

"Oh shoot...hey there buddy. " Getting down on a knee he pushes up his goggles and takes note of the bandanna. "Enclave huh? Always nice to meet another patriot. " Chuckling more to himself he reaches forward to rub the back of Bark's neck. "Lets see what we got for ya boy..." Rummaging around through several pockets with free hand he produces a whole lot of lint, rust flakes, slivers of metal and a gumball rendered inedible by the previous particles. "Awww shoot, sorry boy no treats on me right now. Where did you come from anyways? "

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"WHAT?" the translator squawked in response to the the strangers question, Bark being unable to understand what was asked. Bark looked up at the sky, seeing if perhaps the sky people were envious of the stranger getting his attention and wanted to give him treats now. His eyes caught a weird trail of smoke in the sky. Bark remembered he was in a flying metal box a few moments ago, but now he was on the ground. Bark tried to explain this information to the stranger in the most articulated way possible for the Cyberdog.

"BARK. LOST"

Nailed it.

Bark looked around absentmindedly as he sat there happily panting. Turning his attention back to the stranger, the translator piped up again with another "HI!" as if the Cyberdog just realized he was there. The translator followed up with yet another "TREAT?" unaware that he previously asked the question to this person. Bark looked back up at the sky toward the trail of smoke once more. There was smoke in the sky, and the flying metal box was in the sky, and he was in the flying metal box. There were enough pieces to put two and two together, but Bark was notoriously awful at math. Or just about anything that required cognitive abilities higher then a bucket. So Bark jumped in place, but landed back down to the ground like the many other times he tried, much to his disappointment. He looked back toward the strange man, concluding that the man was nice enough, another question was posed by the translator, "WALK?" he asked with a bark.

"Oh shit!" As the vertibird took a fatal blow by flying rock Martin briefly forgot about the dog and looked away. His people were in danger! Also something that could throw boulders that large was within a worrying distance of himself. Said distance being in the same city. As B4RK began leaping up and down the scavenger turned his head back toward the cyberdog, snapping himself out of his shock. Thankfully the man had better cognitive abilities, at least a crowbar's worth, and was able to put two and two together to make fish. "Those your handlers boy? "

"WALK?" Martin nodded in response to the question.

"Better, we run. Come on boy, lets get out of the street and go find our people! " He stood up and gave a quick clap of his hands to command attention before starting off at a jog toward the direction of the smoke, and ideally any nearby alleyways of open buildings that would help them move stealthily.

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"WHAT?" he responded to being asked if the trail of smoke was his handlers. Bark's programming may have been faulty, and his ability to reason wasn't the soundest, but even Bark knew that smoke wasn't people. Usually...didn't stop Bark from looking toward the smoke anyway with the possibility of grabbing it's attention. Before the Cyberdog could ponder more about possible smoke beings-and their potential to give out treats to good boys- he heard a clapping noise which made Bark look toward the source of the sound, being the treatless stranger. Treatless stranger then began to jog away from him, which Bark figured was his cue that he was going on a walk, which made the Cyberdog really happy. "OK!" the translator squeaked as Bark began to chase after the man, trying to keep up. Blissfully unaware of whatever danger his squad mates were currently experiencing and just enjoying his walk with the man he met moments before.

Ruby swatted at Jace as he grabbed her sleeve. "Get off my sleeve you daft sod," she said mildly, noting that Pool was making an awfully elaborate excuse to avoid saying he cared about anything. Or that's how the little nurse saw it. But she took her orders from the Sergeant meekly enough. It wasn't as if Jenkins didn't care about Bark- he'd even brought him his own bandanna

"You're right Searge, that -" she started to agree, realising it was Bark's best chance as well as their own, but a sudden rock to the Vertibird stopped her from getting out the rest of the sentence. They were about to hit the ground, far too fast, unless Bark hadn't taken Delta Squad's luck with him.

Ruby held on to her seat and hoped the buckles on her safety harness would hold ...

Arthor was snapped out of his self loathing when something hit the vertibird and the pilot said they were going down. His eyes widened and a burning sensation went through his chest as adrenaline coursed through his vains when he realized this wasn't going to be good. He quickly grabbed his bag and zipped it up before putting the strap over his shoulder and holding onto it with his left hand while his right which still had the prototype on it held onto the seat for dear life leaving an imprint. He would pray but quite frankly he couldn't think of anything but a strange mixture of curse words and insults aimed at whoever designed these damn deathtraps.

Gordon holds on the his seat harness for dear life as the Vertibird comes in for a fast to land. Screaming in terror as the human fear of death sets in. Provoking actual emotion out of the Specialist.
"What have I done to deserve this? I'm too intelligent to die!"

Group A
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The Vertibird carrying Delta Squad and Sawcheck shook violently as they approached the former O'Hare airport, turned former slave town. The wrecked plans used for barricades were concentrated around the main port, leaving much of the runway clear. Save for the occasional tree or crater. Sawcheck howled with exhilaration as he wrestled with the controls to keep the vertibird steady.
"Come on old girl! Daddy needs a love tap! Hang on everyone! The runway is full of potholes and were coming in with one engine!"
Sergeant Jenkins had his eyes closed, hands locked on his rifle, and waiting for the outcome. 'Any landing you can walk away from is a gift. So they say. May the dead Presidents watch over our Enclave and this Delta Squad... Please don't let this crazy pilot kill us.'
After a few stressful bumps, Pilot Sawcheck was able to level out the Vertibird and engage the landing gear. Coming to a halt at the far end of the runway.
"BAIL OUT! Move move move!" The Sergeant ordered.
Delta Squad, and Sawcheck, exited the damaged Vertibird into the ruins of O'Hare.

After a quick scan of the immediate area, weapons raised and at the ready, Jenkins gave the all clear and relaxed his weapon.
"Delta Squad sound off. Is everyone alright?" Jenkins asked.
"Of course I'm not alright. Look what they did to my bird!" Carl Sawcheck bellowed. The Right turbine engine was smashed and smoking. The propeller was for the most part intact, but the dent was large and the metal case was twisted by the impact. "What did those damn scumbags hit my bird with?"
"It wasn't a rocket. If that had hit the engine, the explosion would have done more damage than that." Turning to Jace. "South, you said you saw something before the landing. Can you describe who or what it was?"
Next the Sergeant turned to Arthor. "Stone, do you think you can help Sawcheck fix the damage to the Vertibird?"
"No need. If anyone can fix my old girl it's me. I'll just need some parts to replace the damaged ones. Luckily, that shouldn't be too difficult. If you really want to help, get me those parts." Said Sawcheck stubbornly.

[Bonus objective: Repair damaged engine! Requires: x3 scrap metal, copper, duct tape, and engineering skill]

Sergeant Jenkins turns to the rest of Delta Squad. "Alright Squad, let's get help get this bird back in the air. Start at the main port building and search the aircraft wreckage. Maintain radio contact and stay together. I'll stay here with the pilot and keep an eye out for trouble. The faster we get this done, the sooner we can track down B4RK. Poor fella is probably scared, hungry and rolling around in some alley."

MEANWHILE!!!
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Martin and Bark were keeping good pace. The ruined raider buggy was still aflame, smoldering in the road. The smell of burning bodies still fresh. The radio played, but was unreachable because of the fire.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC_VzbtRGr0
Moving on from that, a sudden commotion could be heard from the nearby street. By the sound of it, it was a man or two. Turns our it's just one... talking to himself.
"Bad noises, Henry. What do you think we should do? Noises usually mean trouble, but it can also mean people. People can be bad too, but maybe not. Goyles and jacks cause noises, but goyles more than jacks. Jacks will take ya away and goyles will kill you outright. What do you think Henry? Really? Could be some good things. Maybe even some food. When was the last time we had a full belly? No. That's what they'll be expecting. Maybe... wait, what?"
A closer look would show that it was a man, and old man with a white beard and cracked glasses. He wore a large pack with ropes securing it to his back. Half of his face was covered in rags and the other showed a large scar running down the front of his face, over his left eye.

Soon enough the old man spots Martin and Bark. Moving faster than his old body would imply, he pulls out a worn and damaged laser pistol. Gripping it tight with both hands to keep his aim steady, but without firing. He spoke in southern drawl, rough and cracked from age.
"W-w-who are you? We don't want any trouble. I s-s-suggest y-ya'll comply immediately, s-s-sir. I know how to use this, but only if I have to. I-I-I don't want any trouble. Ya hear?" Says the aging wastelander. While he stammers and shakes, the old man appears more frightened than hostile.

[Options - a. talk to him, b. attack or c. walk away slowly]

B4RK was happy, confused, and rolling around in some alley. So it was an average day for the daft cyberhound-minus the whole being in some alley part. Bark was currently following the stranger around the wasteland and being blissfully unaware of it's godawfull dangers that plagued it. If the world was as Bark pictured it, there would be treats raining from the sky, and people happy to see him, and the enemies of America throughly crushed and annihilated by the Enclave. Sadly, this was not the case.

Suddenly another stranger approached them. Bark has had some luck with strangers in the past-the past being a few minutes ago in this case-so without even registering the old man as a potential hostile, Bark trotted up to the man a "HI!" squeaking out from the translater. As part two of Bark's investigation, he chimed in with a "TREAT?" along with a happy bark. This was probably why Bark was never sent to investigate anything, ever.

Martin was frankly glad to let B4RK take point on diplomatic relations. An old nutter like that could just as easily of activated a mini-nuke as offer them some gum-drops. Stepping closer he comes to kneel down beside B4RK to making sure the hound doesn't sprint off, or at least that's the intent. A hand goes to the dog's back for a bit of placating petting.

"Easy there old timer, we're with the Enclave. Just passing through. " Passing through toward that giant plume of smoke from a recently crashed Vertibird that was probably pretty hard to miss, but if the stranger couldn't piece that together himself then it wasn't worth asking him much of anything.