Mission 01 -- Recovery : Planetside: Split up and Fan Out

[cityship]

The door opens to a lush green place. They've landed in a forest glade of some kind. Deciduous in nature, but the leaves are somewhat odd in shape and very, very thick and tall. The grass is a green that's almost a blue.

The sky is blue like a normal sky, but brighter, more vibrant than on Earth. Two moons hang there, so close that they're visible even in the daytime.

The air is fresh and clean-smelling, like after a rain--in fact, the moisture in the air means it may have rained here recently. There's even a cool, light breeze.

Curiously, when they come down the ramp, they'll see that the pod--its umbilical cord spiraling up miles upon miles to meet the ship, floating visibly in the atmosphere--is floating about six inches off the ground.

Comments

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief shakes the landing off without trouble and is immediately on the jump. Compared to the last mission he was on, circumstances aside, he feels excellent. He's suited up and entirely uninjured, and it has been a while since that was true.

He hops down out of the pod and so leaves the field of Stacy's control. The shield generator on his back whines softly as it starts charging up, the shields flicker in and out of visibility for a moment. He runs a diagnostic on the armor almost immediately even as he scans the area for movement, sweeping with rifle in hand. He's careful with his movements at first, readjusting to how little effort it takes him to move. Everything seems to be operational and as he remembers it. This is good.

"No contacts detected," he says, after a quick initial sweep. He'll be keeping an eye out though, it's a strange planet.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer wasn't ready to let go of the ship yet. He really, really wasn't.He wasn't even sure that he would ever be ready to let go.

Though he did risk reaching out to snap up one of those armband things. They sounded important.

But then he was back to clinging, face pressed against the side.

Stacy wasn't trustworthy anymore. She might move them just as he was letting go. And right now, that fear was entirely circumventing Chaucer's natural curiosity.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Tony slips on one of the armbands, looking a bit shaky as he staggers down the ramp. Yeah, one hell of a landing.... He coughs, stretches himself out, swallows down the puke that threatens to come out and breathes.

"Alright. Let's do this..."

He concentrates and his body shifts, limbs shrinking, fur sprouting. A few moments later, there's a rather mangy looking wolf in his place, which yips out, "I think I'll be a bit more mobile like this."

His backpack, by the way, seems to have vanished.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief eyes Tony as he shifts, the movement naturally catching the Spartan's attention. It's the first time he's seen a werewolf go through as wide a transformation as that, the most he's seen from Leaf or Bella is Crinos down.

"What do you smell?" he asks. It's intel he doesn't have and can't get with the armor, and he'll take whatever he can.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was relatively unfazed by the landing; she'd experienced much worse. She followed the crew off the ship without saying a word, of course.

She watched Tony carefully after he'd transformed. While she's seen full body transformations before (it was a specialty of one of her former colleagues), she wasn't aware that any of the ship's residents had that ability.

[compromise-wolf.livejournal.com]

It took One-Leaf-Ear a moment before she was willing to release her claws from where she was clinging. Still in hispo, she staggered down the ramp and looked around, splaying her ears. "I believe I should eat some grass," she mutters. "I feel ill."

[governmentninja]

"You shouldn't go chewing on anything until the science team has checked it out first." Not that he wasn't sympathetic, but they still had no idea what was poisonous, what would cause a rash, and what was perfectly fine.

He took out his binoculars, and took a wider look around.

"Not spotting any movement in the distance."

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Plays sniffs the air tentatively, "...smells like the outdoors. Some animals. Nothing special."

[prettycoolguy]

"Good," the Chief says, nodding once. "Then the area seems secure. Anybody notices anything, speak up."

He quietly reminds himself that he shouldn't be so surprised. This isn't enemy territory. Hell, this isn't even a war. Nobody's expecting them, and the worst they probably have to deal with is whatever lives down here. And Stacy said it was non-sentient.

He hopes that she's not proven wrong.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate glanced at Plays wolf form with interest. It's a little different from what she was used to home, but not strange really.

She then asked, her bow ready to come up in a moment's notice, "So how we doing this? Everybody take a region?"

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"I'm thinking groups," Paco said, still looking a little queasy. "If we all wander off by ourselves, we're going to get eaten by cult-squirrels or something. How many escape pods did she say there were, six?"

Screw suggestions, next time, he was going to float until gravity kicked in. Clinging to the wall during turbulence sucked.

[cityship]

The scanners all laid out on a shelf near the door, that they grabbed on their way out may be able to help out.

Six blips. In six different directions. The pod landed right in the middle of all of them.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Six."

Samus repeated for confirmation of the number of pods. She holds up a scanner snagged from the vessel.

"It indicates the direction they're located in."

How helpful she is.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"We've got enough people for seven-and-a-muddle each, though that's discounting the thought it might be safer to leave a few behind to join any group that gets in trouble."

«TEs^ttt_iiing, ,» Wednesday 'says' with his comm ring, though the moment's attempt is drowned out by a burst of almost painfully 'loud' static.

«...sorry. Is it working now?»

[notamission.livejournal.com]

Mal had picked up one of the scanners, walking behind those who had their pieces drawn like they were expecting an ambush or something. It caused the older man to give a wry little smirk as he studied the screen. Stopping beside of Wednesday he glanced sidelong at the man before nodding off toward one of the pod directions. "More people we got on a team th' faster we can get off this rock. Ain't ever been much of a dirt kisser, let alone for something like this. Don't wanna be here to long case some chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo gets it in their heads t' be a big damn hero."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Up on the ship, Brainy is the first to respond to the comm-call. Instinct, really. When your ring buzzes, you answer.

«Querl Dox here. You're coming in clearly--the comm-rings appear to be operating with full functionality. It appears your teams will be able to remain in contact with one another, and you should be able to maintain contact with the ship.»

They can even hear the background noise of the medical scans, as they bleep and boop away.

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

<<Brainiac 5 here. I suppose there is some advantage in knowing that you will be within easy contact.>> Or at least that's what he's trying to tell himself.

<<I have some data already that I believe you would find interesting. Would the omnicoms be able to send it to you now, or would it be better to wait until after the mission?>>

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Recommend we send at least one person with medical training with each group in case something happens." Bones had made sure each was outfitted with a hypospray along with vials of both sedatives and a general-level high test antibiotic - at least until he could get a better look at them.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Just some? Pff. Tons of advantage.

«Send the data. I've finished tending to Superboy, and he's now convalescing. His concussion is mild.»

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Why? It's not like they didn't get the better model this mission.

<<Very well.>> A few quick key presses and he downloads the data from his sensors to the omnicom and sends it away.

<<I'll have more after we return. Brainiac 5 out.>>

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

After stepping off the ramp, Cale finds himself standing in the middle of a massive forest that seems to be teeming with plant-life. The air is still damp and a bit muggy, broken only by the slight breeze. Shaking his head, Cale scowls and casts a side-glance at Leela.

"You never take me anywhere nice anymore," he comments before stepping away.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"For the boy who doesn't want to talk to me, you sure do a lot of i--"

Right then, she staggers, nearly tripping over the end of the ramp, holding a hand to her head, her eyes suddenly clouding over with a glossy white. She just...stands there, hand held loosely at her temple, staring at nothing.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday shuffles over towards Leela, moving to look into her eyes. He has a surprisingly calm look, given the circumstances.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Oh - hold on, vision time."

Allen has also moved towards Leela, and while he isn't as much good as a support beam (brains over brawn, baby!), Irene would kick his ass if he let a teenage version of her best friend get a concussion on an alien planet 'cause a vision made her fall over and he didn't step in to cushion the fall.

"She'll come out of it soon. Give her a minute."

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias flaps hard, out of control, and winds up crashing into the ground at first. Only then does he get righted and take off again. He flys upward, gaining enough altitude to scan the area, wanting to find out what he can about his surroundings and anything that might be ready to attack or anything. He descends then, perching on a low branch near the rest of the group.

Unfortunately, he's going to need to morph to use the communicator. He doesn't need it to talk, but he'll need it to hear the others, as they have no natural thought-speech. He chooses hork-bajir again, deciding that it will be most at home in the wooded area. He flies off a bit, does his morph, then comes back to get the communicator. < No one panic, it's just me. The bird boy. I can move around down here easier in the shape I used during the battle. > he tells them in thought-speech. < Mostly becuase although I don't need this thing to talk to you, nobody can talk back to me without it, and there's no way I can carry it in my real form. >