"Sarge, honestly I don't care if it was Drumph himself if he threatened a squad member I'd raise my weapon to him. Hell even if Eden arrived here and tried to strike a squad member I'd raise my weapon to them. But yeah I get your point and I'll try to avoid actions like that in the future, it would put those Peacekeepers in their place though." Looking back at Jace and nodding to him Pool carried on listening to the others for a few seconds until the name badge of the Peacekeeper suddenly became clearer to Pool, "Sampson... Where have I heard that name before? Sarge, is he one of Drumph's higher ranked goons? Could be me just getting confused between names."
Out of all people he spoke. "If you keep looking back you'll get congress on your ass and don't fuck with the peacekeepers I hate them. Now shut up your getting annoying it will get you into more trouble." The Outrider looking at him with an angered posture. His voice very intimidating but stoic and understanding.
Pool was shocked and slightly amazed that the Outsider finally spoke to the group, "So we should just let each other get beaten. Thanks I'll remember that next time when I'm about to have a peacekeeper smash in my skull that you'll not dare to intervene" "I'm off to the Vertibird, don't linger here as we have a mission to do." Pool walked off in the direction of the Vertibird mouthing words as he did so.
"Be the better man always just grit your teeth and walk over them, don't lash out. I will have your back your a squad member now go for future notice call me Eagle." The Outrider spoke his voice changed to a more humble accepting and loving voice as he made his way to the Vertibird.
Jace simply stared at the Outrider for a solid minute, mouth agape in shock. "Holy hell. You talk! Did you guys know he talked? I didn't know he talked!" Chuckling he slapped him on the shoulder, not paying attention to his and Pools conversation. "Good of you to join the living Eagle, look forward to beating you in head shots." The grin on Jace's face made it clear he was playing around, but he was quite confident in his marksmanship. He hurried up to the Vertibird after that, eager to start their mission.
Jenkins gives Arthor a strong nod in recognition. "I'll be counting on you Stone. I'm sure there's going to be more than molerats between us and our objective. Those pre-war computerized defenses and terminals are going to be a problem. Let's hope the generators still have some juice in them. Maybe whatever is in those Docks could help with your side projects?" "Be that as it may, it's not your place to get yourself thrown into confinement for sticking your neck out. Bark is more than capable of protecting himself. If anything, those idiots were just saved a sonic bark to the face. Can't say they didn't deserve it. Or if anyones going to, it's going to be me." The sarge said with a determined gaze. Sergeant Jenkins nods at this as well, but with less enthusiasm. "That's right, but not how you think. The Sampson family has been well known for Peace Keeping. At least the last five generations. Currently, I think there are four Sampsons Peacekeepers. Two sets of twins, what are the odds? Never liked the bunch of them. Always snitching on any infractions, no matter how minor. Best to just forget about them." --------Entering the Hanger--------- Vertibird Hanger 2 was on the first level bellow the surface, underneath enough concrete and lead to shield against almost all radiation. The door hydraulics and hatches had been well maintained and used just as frequently since radiation levels dropped to safe enough levels. A mixed human and robot refit team scurried around the waiting Vertibirds. A Special technician Eyebot was checking the stabilizers as a Mr. handy and Engineer disconnected the fuel port. Sitting off to the side in full almost new looking tactically painted armor was Gamma Squad. Fitted for Urban camouflage and armed with modified laser rifles and plasma weapons. Their Squad Leader Kimberly Hunt, dark red haired, with fair olive skin and face, but with a pronounce scar along the side of it. She was talking with one of her squad members by their Vertibird. Plenty of room and clear for her team of 12. While the second Vertibird was almost filled to bursting with equipment and what could only be heavy weapons. With a strong smell of Incindiplast. A new form of explosive that was light and easy to transport. A byproduct of the Science Department. An older technician with a thick mustache calls over to Delta Squad. "You must be Delta Squad? Haven't seen a Delta Squad up here in many years. Grant Sawcheck, welcome to the Roost. Gamma Squad is to deploy to the northwest, towards Libertyville, and Delta to Lake Bluff." After counting the number of delta Squad members, Grant made a concerned face. "Bit more of you then they let on. Might be a tight fit. Unfortunately, the other Vertibird is full with Gamma Squad and Bird 2 just finished loading. Hope that's alright?" The Old Technician says apologetically. "We're almost finished with the last flight checks. While we wait, Sergeant Jenkins?" "Yes?" Jenkins confirms. "Lieutenant Hunt wanted to speak with you. Other than that, we should have you in there air in no time! Just got the last few flight checks to green light. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to speak with me or my team. You're in good hands." As it turns out, the Old Technician was also the pilot of Delta Squads transport. "Alright Delta, let's give a good impression. I'll see what She want, the rest of you find a seat if you can, if not get a good grip and pray. Fall out." Jenkins says, leaving to meet with Gamma and not saying they couldn't follow after him.
Pool fell into step behind Sarge, part of him wanted to see what Gamma if not a any respected squad of the Enclave was treated like as he'd put in requisition forms for a transfer to another squad but once someone is put into Delta it is highly likely they're there till they die or leave the military. None of the the transfers had ever been accepted part of Pool blamed himself as he must have been failing in some ways the other squads worked. Whatever the reason for the transfers being refused this was a chance to make Delta less of a laughing stock to the other squads.
Gamma Squad members were all in maching uniforms, armed with top equipment, and packed for a long deployment. Kimberly saw saw that Delta Squad had arrived, returning Jenkin's salute and smiling to those who accompanied them. "Lieutenant Hunt, Gamma Squad. Kim for short." "Sergeant Jenkins, Delta Squad. A pleasure Lieutenant Kim. Please call me Carl. Squad..." Jenkins says to allow them to introduce themselves. "I was told you wanted to speak with me? Does this have to do with the mission?" "Not really." The lieutenant responded causally. "I just wanted to ask your opinion on something. I've talked with my squad and we're not happy about this. Not one bit. I bet your squad must have noticed?" Kimberly said cryptically. Gauging their reactions. "Do you mean the operation? We've only just recieved our orders. But remember protocol. No discussing squad deployment orders between squads. Compartmentalization and all those security messures in case of capture." Jenkins said neutrally. Neither revealing if he knew what she meant or didn't. "No. Not our orders. The timing. The Congress has never been this aggressive before. These reports of a major force approaching the city. Either it's a drill or it's real enough to scare them into actually doing something. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. The last time things moved this fast, we lost a lot of good people on a fools hope. Can the Enclave survive another loss?" Kim says with some concern. A few of her Gamma Squad members looked on with interest through sealed masked faces. (Karma opportunity) OOC: Reminder @dx144 @Keidivh @Valonox @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Vulpas @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Jorimel Next post is deployment.
Joseph looked at Kimberly. "Congress has enough info that they can start sending tendrils out to look for lost Enclave members but if you lose a life that is on you I survived 7 years out in the wasteland by my self I know how things work now trust in your instincts and trust in congress its for the good of the Enclave always is." The Eagles voice sounding like to keep her calm and inspire her and those around her.
"HI" a synthesized voice squeaked from behind the Sargent. Bark trotted along side him looking at the gathering of people, sometimes not even looking at them, his head moving to look at other things. One of which being a big metal thing that even Bark's brain can recognize. He hasn't been on one of these metal things in awhile, last time he was on one it crashed. Bark made it out just fine of course, much to the dismay of many. Bark turned his head to look toward the lady the Sargent wasn't talking too, however due to Bark's eyes having tendencies to look in different directions it was hard to tell whether he vested any attention or not. "HI" the translator squeaked again, followed up by a "BARK"as he woofed. He sat there and just wagged his tail, producing that signature -by this point- sound his metal tail made. Did he understand the conversation? No. Did he ever understand any conversations? Not if they didn't use any of the words he's been programmed to recognize. And the conversations that used such verbiage were usually the ones about him. Bark seemed content with just sitting there, scratching himself and without a care in the world.
