Coalition Operations II: Escape from New Colorado

[Alessia Starfurr]

Mesmerin wandered about for a while, trying to ascertain what it was he felt in the Force. But the Force had gone quiet. With little else to do, he checked into the hotel.

*** Elsewhere on New Colorado ***

A Police SUV pulled up to a parking area where a pickup truck was parked. The lone occupant - Sheriff Eddie Morales, a brown-furred canine - got out and drew his sidearm. He cautiously approached the truck, weapon ready, and peered inside. The truck was empty. Having received a report that his colleague found a severed hand, he still feared what was going on. He activated his radio.

"Ray, you find anything?" he asked.

"Nothing. Anybody parked at the turnout?" Ray Adams replied.

"Buddy Benson's truck," Eddie said. There was a pause.

"Dear god, Eddie... he usually goes out with his kid," Ray stated.

*** New Colorado Orbit ***

K'Tath's ship arrived, cloaked, in orbit, and headed down toward the surface. He wasn't gonna land near the crashed ship, given what said ship was carrying, but close enough to where he wouldn't be walking that far.

"Cobalt, anything new on the police band?" he asked.

"I hope you don't mind if I Tag along with you. I think it'd be best if we stick together." Rae said as she followed along with Mesmerin.


*** New Colorado Orbit ***

"It appears the Sheriff has found an empty truck, about  4000m from the crash site of the WY ship...I think we might have confirmation on 2 casualties." Colbalt sighed. "Damn WY..." she growled . "Do we have anyway of tracking these Xenomorphs or thier spawns?"

[Romulan_Furry]

Mesmerin yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin when Rae spoke to him. He never even felt her approach. "Don't do that to me!" he exclaimed.

*** Approaching New Colorado LZ ***

"I know a few tricks with my armor for tracking them," K'Tath responded. "Soon as we land, I'll upload programs - you can bounce a signal off one of the orbiting satellites to track the Xenomorphs, but do so sparingly; I don't want anyone knowing we're here. Remember what ship we're in."

[Alessia Starfurr]

Mesmerin yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin when Rae spoke to him. He never even felt her approach. "Don't do that to me!" he exclaimed.

*** Approaching New Colorado LZ ***

"I know a few tricks with my armor for tracking them," K'Tath responded. "Soon as we land, I'll upload programs - you can bounce a signal off one of the orbiting satellites to track the Xenomorphs, but do so sparingly; I don't want anyone knowing we're here. Remember what ship we're in."

Rae's ears drooped"Sorry Force of habit... I'm a stealth specialist..." She apologized.


*** Approaching New Colorado LZ ***
"I told you to fix that..." Cobalt sighed.. "We're going to fix that after we get out of here, I'm tired of hearing about it."

[Romulan_Furry]

Mesmerin breathed a sigh of relief. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that," he told Rae as he accepted the key to his room.

*** New Colorado LZ ***

"If you remember, I already had my eye on a new ship," K'Tath told Cobalt as he landed the ship. "You know, the scaled-up variant of the Resistance Y-Wing? The one with upgraded arsenal and ablative armor generators?" He rose from the pilot's seat and started for the cargo bay, which he'd turned into a makeshift armory. "And the new ship will have a dedicated armory, too," he called out to her.

[Bronzeee]

M slowly strolled the streets with his phone at hand, the mobile device providing him a GPS with a direction from where to go, which is... this hotel.

The felidae scratched his left ear. He didn't expect such luxury for him, nor did he want to recieve some sort of special treatment from the Agency. It seems bothersome for the young Caracal. He entered the glass doors and introduced himself to the woman at the counter, acquiring the key to his room. He decided to proceed there immediately.

[Alessia Starfurr]

Mesmerin breathed a sigh of relief. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that," he told Rae as he accepted the key to his room.

*** New Colorado LZ ***

"If you remember, I already had my eye on a new ship," K'Tath told Cobalt as he landed the ship. "You know, the scaled-up variant of the Resistance Y-Wing? The one with upgraded arsenal and ablative armor generators?" He rose from the pilot's seat and started for the cargo bay, which he'd turned into a makeshift armory. "And the new ship will have a dedicated armory, too," he called out to her.

"Force of habit.." Rae sighed "Sorry." she added

*** New Colorado LZ ***

"And do i get my own room?"the female "Does it come with the astromech?" THe female Lucario asked.

[Vosur Aekira]

She eventually makes it to her room and locks the door behind her, dropping the bag she carried to the side and noticing that the detachable locker was put in her room. "They told me to be ready to go once my leave was up. Things have been getting nutty out there in these star systems we're trying to build relations with." she grumbled as she unlocked it and pulled out a communications-pad to start sifting through her messages. "What's this? 'Person of High Interest'?" Sora thought out-loud before she looked about to ensure that there was no one watching into her room or possibly listening in on her.

"To Commander Sora Dazzel: Your leave time will be compensated due to the circumstances given. There is a PoHI at the resort you were all-expenses paid-leave to, she is to be protected at all costs. Her life is to be placed above your own, above other citizens..."

She stopped and shivered at that statement, not liking the mention of protecting just one individual over possibly other civilians.

"Included is a dossier of Emilá Wolfrunner, fiance' to (name redacted). Her husband-to-be's dealings with the N7 Armament Advancement Program are vital to continued progression of the Systems Alliance technological development, and her survival until the marriage is necessary to finalize the NAAP contracts."

"Great, I'm a glorified baby-sitter. They won't even tell me the guy's name, that figures..." she grumbled before she continues reading the message.

"She is having a bachelorette party at the location you intended to take leave, and so we will compensate you for your interrupted leave time along with providing all-expenses paid for food and necessities to maintain a leave-like cover for the duration of her stay. These orders are non-negotiable and her death will result in your demotion along with an Article 15 pending your return."

"Oi. These guys are serious about her. A woman about to marry a business-... no. Of all things, no..." she spoke before she looked through the dossier. "Great. Jet-lag recovery may have to wait." she grumbles as folds away the comm-pad to put it back and secures her work-bag closed before picking up both of her bags once again before getting out of the room, starting up a face-paced walk back towards the steakhouse.

[Mikala]

As luck would have it, Emilá is just leaving the steakhouse to head to her hotel for some relaxation. She smiled pleasantly at Sora. “Back so soon? The food was pretty good, but I can’t say the portions were THAT small!” Her band of ladies giggle appreciatively at the joke.

[Vosur Aekira]

"My higher-ups have recalled me off of leave... and apparently they want me to protect you, Miss Wolfrunner." she spoke quietly and calmly as possible while revealing she knew her name intentionally. She held a rather serious expression as she held both of her own bags in a ready-to-go fashion. "So where is it that you intend on going?"

[Romulan_Furry]

"What was your name, again?" Mesmerin asked. "Rae? I'm--"

"Mesmerin?" asked a female voice. Mesmerin turned to see a female panther with a young child next to her.

"Megan!" Mesmerin greeted her. "Long time no see! What are you doing here?"

*** New Colorado LZ ***

"Yes to all," K'Tath responded, securing the last piece of armor. "Now, get your game face on; we're going full clandestine here." He headed for the boarding ramp. "Unless ordered to the contrary, keep the ship cloaked, okay?"

[Alessia Starfurr]

"Well thanks for the introduction..."Rae sighed a little unnerved at being ignored, wasn't something she was exactly use to considering she usually wanted to be ignored, though on that note she seemingly vanished from sight


*** New Colorado LZ ***

"uhh you told me not to come with you so why do i need a game face?" She asked "On another note I just got some transmission from off world I'm working on decrypting it now." Cobalt explained. "Like you need to tell me what to do?" she replied to his comment on keeping the ship cloaked.

[Mikala]

Emilá's smile dropped from her face. "Well, actually, you can tell your higher-ups that I have enough babysitters, thank you very much." She walked away dismissively, secretly seething. She already has guards from her father, this one must have been hired by her fiance.

[Vosur Aekira]

"I'd honestly love to tell them that. I'd rather take up another hot-zone-corpse-retrieval mission than be a glorified babysitter." she spoke. "But Systems Alliance heads want specifically you alive to the point that they'd sacrifice one of their most successful N7 Combat Search and Rescue Operatives in their history." Sora added. "Commander Sora Dazzel, at your service until further notice."

[Mikala]

“Well... hmmm... then, Commander Dazzel, unfortunately I’ll have to insist upon you adopting the uniform of my guard. You understand, to not stand out is important.” She gestured to her guard, who are all wearing short, stylish dresses. “Let’s go... shopping!!!” All of the girls cheer and chatter as if they aren’t a hired crew. Emilá’s excited smile hides the barest hint of her irritation at the situation and how trapped she feels in this gaggle of girls.

[Vosur Aekira]

"I've got some clothing like that already, but if you think I could use another set, lead on." the female timber wolf spoke. "But I am keeping both bags with me until we get you back to your room." She started walking with them, inhaling deeply. "I just wanted to take some leave to be undisturbed for a month... was that so hard to ask of those pencil-pushing, bureaucratic, logistical..." then she starts muttering near incoherently, the words having some Irish and Scottish tones to them.