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“Yeah. The choir.
Sorry, no. It’s a long story, but I went to a fae realm so I could step up when shit hit the fan and I kinda missed my stop as it seems. If anything, I’d have hoped you know what happened to Al.
As for Lily: If anything she lost me when she did her mad dash for your crash landing.
By the way: What happened? Did you get attacked?”
While he spoke, Isaint began paddling with his feet to pull the raft towards the shore. -
Alyce
March 20th, 2331; Life Raft in Open Water, Cornwall Coast, EarthAlyce grimaces. “No, Al disappeared some time ago, along with you and Rick. I had hoped that the three of you would contact me some day, but…………………..oh well. That is Al, I guess.” She motions to the people about her and then to where the shuttle lay under the water. “As for being attacked, I did hear some of the other passengers yelling out that they saw some sort of flying thing just before the shuttle went down, so it may be that we were attacked, but if so, why have they not returned to finish up off? As it is, I cannot say one way or the other. Ummm, I know where we are supposed to be, but do you know where we are? And which way to the coast?”
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“Sure. To the west it’s only about 3500km to the next coast. But if you don’t mind, I’ll paddle us to the east, as I’m a bit tired already and I think the 100m to Tintagle will be slightly more efficient.
Hey you lot, anyone of you got some useful augments to help me tug this thing to the beach? I’m not supposed to do magic and without you all are a damn heavy load.”
Isaint called out. -
Alyce
March 20th, 2331; Life Raft in Open Water, Cornwall Coast, EarthAlyce nods. “I can swim and help pull. It will help keep me focused.” She checks on her patient, noting that he is stable and the medkit is working is tech magic on him, then hands her shotgun to one of the others before sliding out of the raft and taking up a pull rope to swim along with Isaint. A couple of other men from their raft join them while several get in the other raft also get in the water and start pulling. A pair of oars is found and put to use as well.
Soon enough, both rafts are ashore at a small beach. After catching her breath, Alyce drags her gear bag ashore and opens it to take out a couple of medkits before walking among those on the beach and checking everyone out, stopping to give what aid she can to those injured in the crash and the subsequent escape from the shuttle.
Alyce walks over to where Isaint is and puts a hand on his arm. “Thank you for the rescue. my old friend. Have you found your Lily yet? And how much time do you think we have here before we have to move?”
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“I’d have hoped you could give me answers to that. I’ve literally been back only for half an hour. But I’m sure she’s fine. There was so much chrome on her that I suspect not even rust is going to be a problem for her.
As far as I gathered, we are not supposed to stay here for any length of time. So if you can call another shuttle, that would be certainly apreciated.”
Isaint replied while catching his breath himself. His armor felt hot and sweaty despite the cold of the Atlantic. ‘I might have to revise that statement about mint condition’ he thought. -
[March 20th, 2331; Tintagel, Cornwall, Earth]
Not Lily strode out of the waves dragging several more kit bags than a conventional human would be able to carry
“There is nobody left alive on the transport. You need to get off the beach, you are too exposed here, if you don’t attract one sort of nasty you’re bound to attract a different one. Is anyone still carrying a commlink capable of breaching the jamming and reaching high orbit? If not we’ve got a long dangerous walk ahead of us!”
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“What kind of protocols are you using now? All my old gear tells me there is no matrix connection available – not even through satellite and with the fresnel fabric focus.”
Isaint replied. -
Alyce
March 20th, 2331; Life Raft in Open Water, Cornwall Coast, EarthAlyce “watches” Lily come out of the water and takes note of the metal body before answering her and Isaint. “Let me check my gear.”
She moves to her gear bag and drags a small dish from it before pulling a small cable from the side of her neck to connect to it. She moves it around for a bit then shakes her head. “I have a tonne of special gear and augments that should help me get past a lot of noise, but I am getting nothing. Let me try to see if there is even any sort of matrix here at all. I will be out, but we can use that time to clean up the beach and destroy the rafts.”
She takes a moment then slumps over against her bag.
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As the d friends caught up on old times the little Martian girl flitted between each person on the raft check if the had a weapon, ammo and food. She carefully noted it down.
The Big man eased himself into the water and started pushing. She e got everyone helping by paddling with on hand.
As they came ashore she unslung her huge weapon and moved to cover. As she instinctively unfolded the bipod while she scanned for routes of approach.
They really needed to get off the beach there was nowhere to fall back to here. It was a rat trap. -
Isaint got up and nodded.
“For the moment we can head back to the cave where the portal was. It looked like it hadn’t been disturbed in centuries, so it will probably keep for an hour or so.”
<<No sense on wasting time. I hope you don’t mind if I carry you up the cliff.>>
Now he was glad that he had taken the time to use the mircrowire. He was less glad that he would be carrying almost double his body weight upwards. But then, that had been one of more popular training/torture methods back in hid days with the KSK – though those were now almost 15 year and/or 220 years gone.
The rough stone had plenty of footholds, so it wasn’t really that hard – just really strenuous. -
Both rafts had a rope running around the edge so she untied it, even if they didn’t use it here it would come in handy at some point, she was pretty sure things were going to get medieval here. Should have brought a bow. Least she had her sling shot
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[March 20th, 2331; Tintagel, Cornwall, Earth]
Not Lily joined the others in scrabbling up the cliff, using her prodigious strength to assist those less able to cope. Alyce’s gear apparently hadn’t been able to punch through the atmospheric interference and the digital blockade but hopefully once the Choir flagged them as missing it would make a concerted effort to come and get their prize.
“It has been a long time Alyce” she said quietly to the blind woman as she helped her “do you remember me? My body was different then but my face hasn’t changed much” and she lifted the face mask so that Alyce could scan her “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here but I thought you’d severed ties with the Choir?”
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She finished whinding up her rope once everyone was up. She moved amongst them getting everyone in to something resembling cover. She looked out over the landscape looking for a defensive position worth damn. She folded out her bipod and scanned the ground methodically using her scope noteing routs of approach and dead ground with the hellos and formalities done she positioned herself to be ready for flank guard when this rag tag group decides to move.
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Isaint perked up at that. The Choir had been one of the more active organizations trying to prevent the end of the world. Not to mention that the Snakehandler crew had been the ones building the Babylon base. It had been a fun time all things considered.
He rose from the ground where he had allowed himself to rest for a few seconds getting his breath back.
“We can talk while we walk. The little cavern isn’t far from here.” -
The cyber roman got everybody moving so she stayed up and picked up the rear. The group moved to a cavern. She scanned around looking for high ground or decent cover but with no idea of the direction of threat she could not cover the whole 360 degrees.
“are we going post sentries?” she asked nervously looking around “I something gets the drop on us in here we’re dogmeat” -
“Same if they get the drop on us out there.” Isaint replied laconically.
“Still, probably a good idea, all things considered.
Alyce? Do you still carry those neat little spy drones in your hair?” -
Alyce
March 20th, 2331; Life Raft in Open Water, Cornwall Coast, EarthAlyce nods and grins. “There you go, giving away a girl’s secrets. Yes, I have several of them in my hair and some spares in the gear bag. I can send them out to stand a watch.” She gives some mental commands and several very small drones leave their positions of rest and taker off to stand watch, sending their feeds to her deck. She motions with her hands. “I am a bit concerned about by true utility here, as there does not seem to by much of a matrix here at all. Just like the bloody Fragging Choir to send a blind person who has little utility with you guys.”
She shrugs then turns back to Lily. “I remember you. Lace introduced us a couple of times. But it has been a very long time, yes. And, yes, I had severed my ties to the Dragons and the Choir about two centuries ago. We just did not see things the same and I wanted out of their machinations. For the most part, they respected my wishes and left me alone, but they sent a few contacts to me in the past three months, which I had rebuffed. Then they sent The Old One himself to see me. He invoked a name I could not ignore and I was sucked into this adventure.”
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As the feeds came up she smiled “thank yoooooou” she hefted her massive rifle “I’ll find a good spot and keep watch or do you want me to fill in as you need to charge the drones?”
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Alyce
March 20th, 2331; Life Raft in Open Water, Cornwall Coast, EarthAlyce smiles and she shrugs. “I have spares to rotate in and out as needed, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with having other eyes on the area as well. These drones are eyes only and it might be nice to have someone on watch that can react with all necessary violence if needed.”
She walks among the injured, seeing to any wounds that she can before turning to Lily. “Are you the representative of the Choir? If so, can you share something of what we are supposed to be doing? If not, where is the Choir?”
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“now violence, that is something I was born for” she quipped
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