[Riven]

MISSION SCENARIO:

A small village southeast of Vale has been suffering under the attention of a local bandit gang. Rather than attack the village outright, the bandits have been running a protection racket -- "selling" their "services" to make sure travelers, trade caravans, and town businesses don't "find themselves in trouble". The village quickly got sick of the bullying and threats and put out a call for a Huntsman, Reuben Merlyn, to scare the bandits off... unfortunately, the bandits found out about this. Before the Huntsman could arrive they kidnapped the son of the village mayor for leverage, hiding him away in an old outpost in the forest. The Huntsman was able to rescue the mayor's son and get away but was seriously injured in the process. Beacon is deploying Team SSGR to the forested area where the last call from his Scroll originated.

Objectives:
 - Locate the injured Huntsman and mayor's son
 - Evacuate them to higher ground for airship extraction
 - Defend against any bandit raiders encountered




The Bullhead transport flew swiftly over a sea of verdant peaks, the pine trees whipping by below it seeming to a passenger looking down as little more than an undulating green blur. A stiller vantage would reveal the forest in all its midday splendor: the sun gleaming off of dense cascades of pine needles, seeming to give the whole forest a soft viridescent glow as though nature itself were exuding an Aura. This, unfortunately, was no hiking trip... the four students inside the metal aircraft were there with a purpose.

As Rory synched his Scroll's software updates with that of his goggles, he thought back over what had brought the newly-minted Team SSGR this far east of Vale. They'd all received the same briefing before heading out and knew the stakes... but the trouble was, they hardly knew each other. That could prove a challenge in-and-of itself. Trying not to be too obvious, he glanced up and looked at each of his teammates. Chris was hard not to notice -- that elaborate mask of his was plastered on every can of Spike Energy Drink that Rory had ever seen, and even though the shield fighter hadn't watched any of "The Tiger"'s fights it was clear enough that he was a big deal... maybe even powerful or skilled enough to carry the team, if need be. Drevin was even more of a mystery. He'd seen the black-haired guy perched like a bird on elevated places around the Academy but knew precious little about him besides his apparent love of high places. Graham, meanwhile, was about as eye-catching as they come -- it was hard not to notice that intense red coat of his, and there were plenty of little touches to him that gave the impression of a tech-oriented samurai... not, honestly, someone Rory wanted to offend.

What's more, all of his teammates were pretty heavily armed compared to him. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard slipping into a support and defense role if there was trouble. Time would tell...

... time rapidly approaching.

"We're coming up on Reuben Merlyn's last known coordinates." The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "CCTS coverage is spotty out here because of the dense forests, so you'll need to get up above the tree line to call for pickup. Make sure you find a clear enough landing zone for this bird to set down, too, or make one if you have to." There was a pause, a flicker of static, and the hum of the engines throttling down somewhat. "Five minutes out, Sangoire. Do whatever you've gotta do, then get ready to jump when the doors open!"

  S C E N E ~ M U S I C 
Welcome to a New Dawn
by Fired Earth Music

[Viventium Umbra]

(First off, I'd like to once again marvel at your post quality Riven. This is the first thread in a while that actually made me really excited to rp.)

Drevin sat in one of the seats on the transport with his weapon's backpack between his legs. He had removed the blades from their sheathes on the pack and was slowly looking them up and down to make sure they were functioning correctly. He removed a half-spent propulsion dust crystal from the afterburner on each blade and replaced them with fresh crystals from his pack before sheathing them once more into their slots on the pack. He looked around at his team for a few seconds. Chris and Yona were faunus, which made Drevin more comfortable, but he had reserved judgement with Rory. Drevin knew he shouldn't feel that way, but it was easy to see other faunus as kin just as it was undoubtedly true that humans felt the same way. Yona didn't look like the type for open combat, and Drevin knew he wasn't cut out for fighting on the front lines. At first, Drevin had assumed that their leader, Chris, was their only real fighter, but he was having second thoughts now that he saw the vambraces Roy carried around.

The five minute warning sounded over the intercom and Drevin's train of thought ground to a halt. Alright, time to focus. You can wait and see how they fight once we're out there. For now, concentrate on the mission, Drevin thought to himself as he rose from his seat and swung his pack onto his back. The automated metal restraints extended across his chest, meeting at his sternum with a satisfying click, and then tightening down until the pack was snugly secured on Drevin's back. The speedster made his way over to the door for the craft and waited expectantly for their mission to begin.

[Viventium Umbra]

(Yo, Sank, Mikel? Are you guys going to post or what?)

[MonsterManic]

He'd come to Beacon in search for new experiences, to hone his skills and learn all he could. Well, this definitely counted as a new experience, travelling on a Bullhead with three strangers, all with the same goal: meet and escort two people away from these dangerous lands. All fine and good, if only for the "three strangers" part.

Sitting up from his sprawling position upon the Bullhead, Graham lazily cast his gaze upon his teammates: he only knew their names, little else; not even their weapons of choice. Chris, their team's leader, looked kind of familiar, though where he had seen that face Graham would be hard-pressed to answer. Drevin seemed ready to go, with a very interesting backpack that he wouldn't mind having a look at, and Rory... To be honest, there wasn't anything that stood out at first glance. Vambraces, goggles...nothing too fancy to the naked eye. At least, nothing compared to himself.

Rising from his seat, Graham ran a mental over his equipment: mask around his face, bandolier belt encircling his shoulder, tachi and tanto. Yeah, he was ready and waiting. Though it was kind of strange to see absolutely no communication happening between any of the members. He thought it was normal procedure to get acquanted with each other.

Suited him just fine--for now.