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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/16/2017 3:27:51 PM
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Render heard the explosion before he could see it, and ran outside of the Pelican hold to snatch the binoculars away from Smith. In the distance, he could still make out the remnants of flaming debris, though his vision was confused by the pertinent wall of snow. For a moment he felt his heart racing in his chest: loud noises could cause avalanches, but after the telltale grumbling of an avalanche was nowhere to be seen after 30 seconds, he walked back towards the hold.
Render had already stripped the Pelican of most of its valuables already, and his rucksack and bandoleer were backed to the brim. His pack was filled to the brim with a PP-16979/AM-Sh charger and several BA-53635/PLMD batteries, which could be used to power nearly anything that they desired... though they were intended for the W/AV M6 G/GNR "Spartan Laser" that he has strapped over his back. Since he had lost his knife in New Mombasa--buried in the control panel of a doomed Scarab platform--he'd placed his old VISR package inside of the empty sheath on his left breast. He'd taken up listening to old audio logs, and even his own combat logs, during his spare time. On his left thigh he had holstered his M7/S SMG, and on his right, his M6C/SOCOM. Finally, he had fragmentation grenades, spare ammunition, and a biofoam canister all tied up on the bandoleers on his chest. By all measures, he looked like a true warrior, a demon from a strange metal hell, and by all means, he was.
Though he was ready to relocate already, he would rather that Gonzo report back to the ship, instead of forcing him to leave the craft unguarded. Though it was stripped of its valuables already, it was still a refuge in a storm. He threw a burning neon flare on top of the Pelican, and hoped that Gonzo would see it.
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Gonzo knelt in his overhang, watching the storm, seeing a red flare lost in the storm, pushed away by the strong winds of the blizzard. Nonetheless, the smoke from where the flare was shot was obviously in the direction of the Pelican. It was at this moment that Gonzo realized the rocket he had sent into the air had only alerted Render of possible danger and not Gonzo's discovery. With a grimace, he looked around. The ledge overlooking the mysterious structure sitting at the heart of the storm was a campsite at once, surely, with the burnt firewood of a hearth on the ground and a tent of matte green cloth ripped by the powerful gusts. His VISR had been flashing red for some time now, warning of breaches to the rubbery insulant sheen that Gonzo had worn to stave off frostbite. A shiver beginning to wrack just muscles, the youngest of the team looked at the dying flame of his cigarette and tossed it into the old firewood. Only sparks and light smoke came from it first, but the smallest of flames began to dance from it and soon a large fire had roared upwards. The snow surrounding it acted as a barrier for the flame to expand and consume, and huddling above it for warmth and foregone strength. After a few brief yet invigorating moments of respite, Gonzo took a long, ragged sigh and stepped over the short drop, stumbling towards the Pelican once again and to regroup with Bender.
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Render saw him approaching, and disengaged the smart-link scope on his M6C that he has been looking through. He holstered the pistol, and took his helmet off for a brief moment. Due to his armor's incredible insulation, his hair was matted in sweat and blood from the previous day, without being affected by the cold here. His dark eyes were undermined by heavy bags, and a variety of scrapes and bruises on his cheeks and forehead. His breath came out as raggedy puffs of smoke in the otherwise torrential snowfall. He yells out to you, with you barely able to hear him through the chaotic wind. "I needed some fresh air anyways." He yelled, "We're holding up in the Pelican for the next five hours--the Superintendent fragment says that the worst of the storm should be over by then--and then we'll move out by 0100. D'ya think that there's anyone down there?" He gestured towards the ground, referring to the area below the mountain peak. He then placed his helmet back on as you responded.
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He got a wave once the pelican was in sight, Smith on top, his signature orange blood over his knife sheath and left arm gauntlet. "Hey! Yo! Wolfie! Did you find my damn BR?"
