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#NewLonghai – March 9, 2015
Leah sighs. "Great. Small colony out in the middle of nowhere and the first person we come across is shit-faced. This is gonna go well." (Jason_Wolfe)
The rain falls ceaselessly - the street is covered with a thin layer of water that runs off to the left, between the buildings. The holographic sign of the inn is blurred by the rain, and sputters with each drop.
Jason continues glancing around as he approaches the door. Not particularly expecting anything, just out of habit and nerves.
Jattic laughs heartily. "Been a while, since I drove one of these! You're gonna have to deal with a few jolts and knocks until I get a hand of it!" he announces, sounding as if he's enjoying throwing the crew around. (Jason_Wolfe)
Athorus looks out the open back of the truck as it leaves the Susanna, he is no doubt glad to have a helmet.
Philip smirks faintly. "We have lots of wheeled stuff back at the homestead. Should've asked me to drive."
Steve glances over at the drell, gripping a handhold in the back of the truck as he does. "You're lookin' out there like ya might melt or somethin'." he shouts out over the rain.
Halisi looks to Leah. "We'll be okay." She says, attempting to sound reassuring. Her hair is already soaked from the rain, sticking to her face and neck.
What about you, Frog-face? Bet you could swim a lap 'round this truck before they even knew I pushed ya out.
Jason reaches out and taps the panel of the door. Once it opens, he takes a step inside and glances around, giving the others enough room to escape the downpour.
Mendez is sitting near the back of the truck. His shotgun is out and laying across his lap, pointing towards the rear, as he stares out. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jattic frowns to himself. "Don't need your assistance, human." he growls to Philip, "I'm doing just fine." Just as he says that, the whole APC lists wildly to the side momentarily before regaining traction. "Was a-... rock. Large rock.... In the road." (Jason_Wolfe)
The inn is unremarkable, if a bit on the dank side. There are several round tables with chairs, and at the far end there is a bar with glass-doors leading out to a balcony on either side. A stairway leads upstairs along the right wall. Several patrons, all human, turn their heads at the heavily armed group. The innkeeper also looks their way, although he seems far more welcoming than the others.
Halisi is quick to take a step inside the inn, thankful to get out of the rain. She wipes some hair from her face and looks around.
Jason takes a few more steps inside and quickly goes about removing his helmet. "Evening, folks." he calls out, tucking the helmet under his arm, "Looking to talk to whoever is in charge of this fine establishment." He gives a big smile.
Vaden bumps his head against the wall yet again, letting out a pained noise and giving Jattic an annoyed look.
Jattic looks back at the passengers, paying absolutely no attention whatsoever to the road. "Perhaps it's all that weight in the back. Unevenly distributed." he says, his gaze lingering on the krogan in particular. (Jason_Wolfe)
The man behind the bar raises an eyebrow. "That'd be me. To what do we owe the pleasure of receiving such a... well-armed group of strangers?" There's more than one rather hostile look from the patrons.
Leah steps into the inn as water pools off her armor. She steps to the side, but remains near the door. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jason fixes his gaze on the man and begins to approach him. "Got a little business out this way. Figured you might be able to answer a few questions for us." he says, keeping it light and upbeat although he can't help but return a few of the patrons' stares.
Jattic allows Garr's weight to cause the rear end of the APC to slide in place a bit, laughing once more. "It's fine, Ilyna!" he calls out, "I do know what I'm doing." (Jason_Wolfe)
Inkeeper studies Jason for a moment. "Might be that I could." He says. The inn has grown rather quiet, most of the patrons being more interested in the armed gang than whatever conversations were going on before.
Jason gives a couple of nods as he leans against the counter. "Great. I'm looking for someone. I hear he stays in the area." he says. "Father Marchal?" he asks, gauging the man's reaction, "Know him?"
Jasper is utterly terrified as he attempts to follow behind Jattic. "How-... How can he have so many eyes and not be able to see a got-dang thing!?" he mutters to himself. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jason holds the innkeeper's gaze for a few moments, attempting to hold back his frustration. "Yeah. Of course." he says with a deep breath. He reaches down and fishes through a compartment on his hardsuit for a credit chit. "Gimme-.... Whatever you got on tap." he says as he glances over to a nearby patron, "Err... Whatever he's having."
Leah glances at Fatsani. "They don't seem all too happy about our presence." she says. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jattic stops the vehicle and stands from his seat to join the others. "See? That wasn't so bad." (Jason_Wolfe)
Ilyna sighs. "I suppose it wasn't so bad," she says, "but try not to knock us all out before we get there."
Unfortunately for you, that's the end of my time at the helm, I believe. Chief said she would be driving the APC, so it may get rough. (Jason_Wolfe)
Innkeeper charges for the beer - no doubt the most overpriced beer imaginable and nods. "Father Marchal and his followers? Those nutjobs are set up out in the forest. What would you want with them?"
Jattic fixes all four eyes on Ilyna and scoffs. "I got us here in one piece, didn't I?" (Jason_Wolfe)
Jason doesn't address the question. "How far out are they?" he asks, "What can you tell me about their compound?"
Athorus keeps looking out at the rain from the back of the truck. "I can't imagine why anyone would come live in a place like this voluntarily."
Ilyna sighs. "Yes, you did," she says, "but I doubt the roads are going to be better when we leave this place."
Innkeeper shrugs. "No clue. Only thing we ever hear of those weirdos is when they come into town to trade for food."
Fair enough, I guess. But you've had to of heard some rumors, right? Two groups of people living in such close proximity to one another in a place like this.... People talk.
Jason glances back at the rest of his squad. "Might need a few more drinks." he says, attempting to sweeten the pot.
A vorcha approaches the two vehicles at the edge of town, skulking around curiously. He's wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and looks average for a vorcha - that is, terrifying to most species.
Innkeeper shakes his head, picking up a glass and starting to clean it. "Not gonna do ya any good. I've told ya all I know. Get on your way now so my customers can drink in peace."
Jason sighs and pushes away from the counter. He gives a glance around the bar. "Open invitation, people." he calls out, "Anyone know about Father Marchal and his people?" He lifts the credit chit up, studying the nearby faces.
Jasper watches the vorcha for a few moments before hammering on the truck's horn a few times and flashing his lights. (Jason_Wolfe)
Steve sighs. "Oh f-... For fuck's sake." he grunts as he hops out of the truck and into the pouring rain. He unholsters his SMG and raises it, pointing it squarely between 'Blarg's eyes. "Crawl back into whatever fucking hole you came out of and leave us alone."
Leah follows suit, straightening up a bit and scanning around the bar for any potential threats. (Jason_Wolfe)
Blarg hisses again, jumping back a bit from the noise. "Blarg help! Blarg know-..." The vorcha stops talking when the gun is raised, snarling at Steve before running off.
Tarlon hops out of the truck and noticed the drawn gun in Steve's hand. "Tch. What are you shooting at now?"
Steve rolls his eyes at Tarlon. "You ever dealt with vorcha, Frog-face? They get into everything. Let him stick around and it won't be long until shit starts comin' up missing. Dumb as shit. So long as it's shiny, they're interested."
Oh. Vorcha on this colony? Interesting. Human settlement, odd that they would be allowed here. Where is it?
Jason sighs loudly. "Thank you for your time." he says pointedly before turning to his squad and nodding towards the door.
Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly. "Are here to be friendly with locals, remember. Not waving guns in their faces."
Leah sighs and exits the inn. "Well that was a waste of time." she says, "Any other ideas?" (Jason_Wolfe)
Yes, yes. Local inhabitant. Clearly tolerated here, yes? Community not large enough to have uncontrollable vorcha population.
Sioria follows the others out of the inn. "We got any eyes in the skies?" she asks in a hushed tone.
Jason gives Halisi a nod as he activates comms. "No luck at the inn, Vasquez. Seems that they're not too fond of talking to outsiders."
Vasquez ' voice soon sounds on the comms. "Understood. I have the location, that's all we need. Meet me at the vehicles."
Whatever. Vorcha aren't clever enough to understand what they see anyway. Bloody vermin, getting everywhere.
Ilyna listens to what's going on outside, at least what she can hear of it. She doesn't comment on it.
Jason sighs and plops his helmet back on, his head already soaking wet from the few seconds exposed. "Great. They drive out of town then tell us to walk to the vehicle." he groans. "Sounds like it won't be neccessary, Sioria. Vasquez has the location. The rest we'll just have to wing."
Steve nods at Garr. "I doubt I'm the first person to shove a gun in its face this week." he chuckles.
Jason starts walking towards the vehicles' location. "Good news, though. Those assholes certainly didn't seem too fond of their resident cultists. Less likely we'll need to worry about these folks taking up arms against us."
Vasquez approaches the vehicles - she's soaked in rain from her walk. She approaches the APC and heads inside. "Any trouble?" She asks Ilyna.
Sioria checks her rifle. "Better news would be them taking up arms against them." She checks the mag and nods with satisfaction. "But I'll take it."
Leah gives a slight shrug to nobody in particular. "They're just a small settlement. Probably don't even know what Father Marchal and his merry band of cultists are doing out there." (Jason_Wolfe)
Ilyna looks up at the chief as she enters. "There was a vorcha, but Garr and the other team scared him off," she says. "I don't know what he wanted."
Wanted our stuff. They always do, little scavengers. Look away for a moment, and they'll have the wheels off that truck.
Halisi once again finds herself agreeing with Leah. "They seem harmless enough - can't blame them for not liking a bunch of armed strangers coming through their town."
Jason ups his speed to a jog once the vehicles come into view. He slaps a gauntleted hand against the side of the covered truck as he passes by it and proceeds to the APC. "Fuuuuuuuck, I hope the weather breaks before the shooting starts." he says as he steps in. "So, what's the word?" he asks as he spots Vasquez.
Vasquez nods at Ilyna. "Hmh... alright, I-..." She turns around to face Jason. "Unlikely. This planet has extreme rainfall levels."
Jason sighs loudly. "Of course." he groans, "So? Able to find out anything worthwhile? People at the inn weren't about to say shit. Didn't seem particularly fond of Father Marchal, though."
Well, the little vermin looked like it wanted to talk, but probably just about how much our stuff would sell for.
Sioria doesn't seem to have a problem with the rain. Then again, her armour's keeping her dry for the most part.
Jattic stares at the woman for a moment. "Do you mean-..... drive?" he asks. It may be the most excited he has ever seemed in her presence. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jattic 's excitement slowly fades back into his typical batarian scowl as he pushes past Vasquez and takes an open seat. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jason waves the remaining members of his squad into the back of the APC. "Let's get ready to move, people!"
Sioria hefts herself into the APC and takes a seat. She begins to hum an old marching tune the drill instructors forced into their brains.
Vasquez can be heard over comms: "Alright, let's head out. Follow us out!" The APC comes to life with a loud hum and starts down the road, which turns to a muddy dirt road as soon as they exit the town.
Jason leans forward, placing his forearms against his knees. "Didn't exactly get a warm reception..." he begins to Ilyna, "But they didn't seem to have any real connection to our cultists."
Leah nearly topples over when the APC starts up. She quickly scrambles to an open seat. (Jason_Wolfe)
Jasper starts the truck back up and rolls forward slowly, "Roger, Chief!" he responds over comms as he begins to tail behind the APC. (Jason_Wolfe)
Sioria reaches over and pats Ilyna's shoulder. "If you want someone to scope it out before we move in, I'll volunteer."
I suppose they could, but I didn't get that impression. They didn't act like they didn't know 'em or anything. Just seemed to me like they seen Father Marchal's group as a bunch of weirdos.
Jason glances over at Sioria with a nod. "Probably a good idea once we're closer to the target. Be nice to see if they've got any defenses set up."
Ilyna nods. "Someone there might be connected to it," she says, "so... it's best if we approach as if they're expecting us."
Leah gives a nod. "Might be best if we stop a mile or so out from our target. Approach on foot?" she suggests. (Jason_Wolfe)
Sioria nods and checks her scope and nods at Jason. "Just say the word and consider it done, chief." She looks around. "Anyone up for recon, if needed?"
Jattic seems annoyed by the conversation. "They're a cult, not a militia. We have an APC." He glances up at the hatch in the ceiling, "An APC with a mounted gun." he corrects, "Why do we care if they see us coming? We go through the front wall and open fire on anything that moves. We'll be back to the ship by morning." (Jason_Wolfe)
Leah gives a nod to Sioria. "I can assist. Pretty light on my feet." she says. She raises an eyebrow at Jattic's suggestion. (Jason_Wolfe)