Operation: Snowblind Options

[Henge]

After a swift descent and landing, the dropship is once again stationary, but by no means without activity. after disconnecting from from the dropships VR interface. the cobalt blue hucast secures the cockpit and follows harbinger through the passenger area and into the weapons bay, where the rest of the current Detachment of the Apocalypse tribe scurry about in last minute preperation. suddenly clay' notices bryn is without her favorite red dress, how can this be? no time to go back for it now... the hucast grabs a pair of Vulcans from the armory, along with his signature five foot sword, then leads the team into the airlock.

"allright, its zero hour. proceed with caution, i will take point possition."

the hucast types in a sequence on the access panel to the airlock, a loud alarm sounds and alarms flood the compartment with red light as the air pressure equalizes and the outer airlock opens. suddenly the harsh polar climate shoots into the airlock like an icy assault on the senses. claymore glances over his shoulder... "Apocalypse shall prevail." on that note the hucast jumps from the airlock onto the icy floor of the revine.



Enviorment Analysis:
Visiblity: 25%
Temperature: 19 Degrees
wind: 84mph

"Looks like we're in for quite the day on the beach, so to speak"

the hucast glances at a point invisible to the naked eye through the whiteout caused by the harsh climate.

Destination Located - lets move!

[Layrinn]

Layrinn laughs and smiles at Harbinger.

"Aww, it's not that cold... and the snow matches my outfit! Besides... if I get cold, I bet Bryn has room for me in those robes of hers."

Rinn winks at her human friends and bounds off to fall in line behind Claymore... grabbing a coat along the way, anyways... and leaving Harb bewildered and wondering if there is any limit to her enthusiasm.

As she reaches the airlock, Rinn sqeals "Whee-hoo!" and jumps out into the storm, sinking several inches into the snow. The wind catches her hair, sending it streaming out behind her as she makes her way over to where Claymore is waiting. She quickly inspects her weapons, her custom engraved Twin and a suppressed gun, one last time as the others disembark.

[Layrinn]

*pokes thread*

Somebody post something, dammit...

[Zorya]

*Meanwhile, Zorya misses her Rinnzerkins terribly.....*

[Henge]

as the detachment of the apocalypse tribe stand at a safe distance from the unknown facility, the winds harshly envelop the figures like a frozen embrace. the path ahead was fortunately not such terrible terain, never the less a forboding feeling has hung over the mission since the beginning, and it has yet to dissipate...

suddenly the blue hucast at the head of the group points to a spot on the pass.

"Over there. discrepencies in the thermal spectrum, active cloaking devices. its time to go hot, dont expect a warm welcome!"

Clay brandishes his favorite sub machine guns and rushes head first toward the spot he had pointed out. he reaches a large boulder and signals for everyone to move up as he peers around the corner.

[Layrinn]

*blows the dust off this thread* >.>

Layrinn follows after Claymore at a slower pace, putting some distance between herself and the android. Along the way, she leans over and scoops up a big handful of soft snow, a mischevious grin spreading across her face. She begins to pack the snow into a ball and when she's satisfied with its flightworthyness, she heaves it as hard as she can towards Clay.

*baff!*

The snowball strikes Clay square in the back of the head, exploding into a shower of glittering white dust. A small mound of it is left where it stuck to the cold cobalt blue frame of the mighty android. Rinn closes the rest of the distance to Clay, giggling uncontrolably.

^-^;

[Knightsword]

Off in the distance, a lone figure watchs the the blue android and his companion aproach. She, a HUnewearl, clothed in black and sporting a spiky aqua colored hair style, moves to take cover.

As she readys her double cannon, she wonders if these 2 are responsible for deverting her teleportation to this desolate place.

She is ready for the worse...

[Henge]

Claymore pauses for a moment then spins around to address the ever-playful layrinn, but instead of the usual encouragement along the lines of "stay focused on the mission", his tone is much more grave.

"Watch out! energy spike!"

Suddenly a battery of photon cannons decloak and launch a volley of superheated plasma toward the android. dislodging the composite rock beneath his feet, the shockwave sends claymore sliding down the snow-covered mountainside

!

suddenly the tribe is underfire, without its leader. how can this be?!

[Henge]

c'mon, i know somone has to want to continue this