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riverviewlogs2017-06-17 09:48 pm
ex_this_ismydesign36) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-17 09:48 pm
[Closed] Mission Fertile Ground Follow up
who: Steve Rogers (616), Cassandra Anders, Damien Wayne, Peter Hale, and Will Graham
what: Fertile Ground Mission Follow-up
when: Post AU shennanigans
where: Northeast of the fence
warnings: Derps, derping? Possible violence against alien hogs? Will update if anything gets too rough.
Will had an office and the Perimeter Guard Compound but as that space was on the small side, even for five people, when he'd sent out the mission briefing time he'd given directions to the classroom he'd been assigned at the Compound. It was roomier and at least would allow everybody to sit down.
Damien was reminded to bring the fresh doughnuts and Anderson was on coffee detail.
As he often had at the Academy he leaned against the lectern, leaving the desk free to serve as doughnut central. Though he didn't have traditional visual aids, he had dragged a board in from somewhere and set it up against the wall behind him. On it was drawn a crude map, indicating areas of forest, open spaces and a rudimentary idea of changes in terrain.
Thank you James.
As the other's trickled in, Will greeted them but mainly he gave everybody time to grab their sugar and caffeine fix. Graham made off with something resembling a powdered doughnut and a cup of coffee himself, enjoying the doughnut and then spending ten minutes getting powdered sugar out of his scruff.
Eventually, once everybody was nice and hyper, he called the meeting together to run through the briefing. Walking to where each one had grabbed a seat, he handed out a small packet of papers. It wasn't much, just a run down of the highlights from the previous mission; including a rough map of the area, details on the monsters and the result of the soil sample. Retreating to his lectern, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against it.
"Alright, I'm going to assume all that murmuring I heard was you introducing yourselves to one another so I'm not going to put us through the painful exercise of public introductions." More like he wasn't putting himself through that painful exercise. As he spoke, his eyes jumped from brief glances at their faces, to points at the back of the room, down to his papers and also back over his shoulder to the larger map he'd put up.
"If you flip to page two, this is a run down of what we know from the first team. I had an opportunity to speak with Ronan Lynch, the leader of that team and just followed up on some of these points, if any of you were curious.
Mr. Lynch confirmed most of what you're reading there. These monsters are aggressive and territorial with a bullet-proof hide. They are massive, with tusks that are approximately the size of a human limb and it appears they attack as a group, which suggests coordination and a hierarchy.
If we get into a situation were we have to shoot, aim for the eyes and whoever appears to be the leader, but again my hope is to avoid conflict. Usually when an animal is aggressive and territorial, there is a reason for it. We may be disturbing their nursery, a vital food source or something about this area is important enough for them to defend aggressively.
As you can see from the results of the soil sample, we know what we need from this area, our job is to determine why these creatures are so protective of it for themselves. If we can identify that element, then we can off advice on options for dealing with these particular monsters."
Whether that be try to move them or eradicate them, he was going to let someone else make that final call. Reaching up to push his glasses back up his face -only to have them slide back down- he glanced at his notes and then continued.
"Mr. Lynch's report also identified that these monsters are resistant to creatures of a magical nature." He paused and looked around the room. "I don't recall any of you mentioning you used magic, but if you do ... keep that in mind."
He flicked through the pages, glancing over his own personal notes.
"The report also mentioned that they took a vehicle that the Perimeter Guard lent them." Will looked at Steve as he said that. "I'm thinking, we'd be wise to take similar transportation, at least part of the way."
In case they too had to haul ass back to cover at some point.
Giving the papers one last glance, he tapped his fingers against them and then looked out at the group.
"Also, to keep in mind, there may be other monsters in the area. So ... any questions?"
More like 'anyone feeling the self-preservation desire to withdraw now?'
what: Fertile Ground Mission Follow-up
when: Post AU shennanigans
where: Northeast of the fence
warnings: Derps, derping? Possible violence against alien hogs? Will update if anything gets too rough.
Will had an office and the Perimeter Guard Compound but as that space was on the small side, even for five people, when he'd sent out the mission briefing time he'd given directions to the classroom he'd been assigned at the Compound. It was roomier and at least would allow everybody to sit down.
Damien was reminded to bring the fresh doughnuts and Anderson was on coffee detail.
As he often had at the Academy he leaned against the lectern, leaving the desk free to serve as doughnut central. Though he didn't have traditional visual aids, he had dragged a board in from somewhere and set it up against the wall behind him. On it was drawn a crude map, indicating areas of forest, open spaces and a rudimentary idea of changes in terrain.
Thank you James.
As the other's trickled in, Will greeted them but mainly he gave everybody time to grab their sugar and caffeine fix. Graham made off with something resembling a powdered doughnut and a cup of coffee himself, enjoying the doughnut and then spending ten minutes getting powdered sugar out of his scruff.
Eventually, once everybody was nice and hyper, he called the meeting together to run through the briefing. Walking to where each one had grabbed a seat, he handed out a small packet of papers. It wasn't much, just a run down of the highlights from the previous mission; including a rough map of the area, details on the monsters and the result of the soil sample. Retreating to his lectern, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against it.
"Alright, I'm going to assume all that murmuring I heard was you introducing yourselves to one another so I'm not going to put us through the painful exercise of public introductions." More like he wasn't putting himself through that painful exercise. As he spoke, his eyes jumped from brief glances at their faces, to points at the back of the room, down to his papers and also back over his shoulder to the larger map he'd put up.
"If you flip to page two, this is a run down of what we know from the first team. I had an opportunity to speak with Ronan Lynch, the leader of that team and just followed up on some of these points, if any of you were curious.
Mr. Lynch confirmed most of what you're reading there. These monsters are aggressive and territorial with a bullet-proof hide. They are massive, with tusks that are approximately the size of a human limb and it appears they attack as a group, which suggests coordination and a hierarchy.
If we get into a situation were we have to shoot, aim for the eyes and whoever appears to be the leader, but again my hope is to avoid conflict. Usually when an animal is aggressive and territorial, there is a reason for it. We may be disturbing their nursery, a vital food source or something about this area is important enough for them to defend aggressively.
As you can see from the results of the soil sample, we know what we need from this area, our job is to determine why these creatures are so protective of it for themselves. If we can identify that element, then we can off advice on options for dealing with these particular monsters."
Whether that be try to move them or eradicate them, he was going to let someone else make that final call. Reaching up to push his glasses back up his face -only to have them slide back down- he glanced at his notes and then continued.
"Mr. Lynch's report also identified that these monsters are resistant to creatures of a magical nature." He paused and looked around the room. "I don't recall any of you mentioning you used magic, but if you do ... keep that in mind."
He flicked through the pages, glancing over his own personal notes.
"The report also mentioned that they took a vehicle that the Perimeter Guard lent them." Will looked at Steve as he said that. "I'm thinking, we'd be wise to take similar transportation, at least part of the way."
In case they too had to haul ass back to cover at some point.
Giving the papers one last glance, he tapped his fingers against them and then looked out at the group.
"Also, to keep in mind, there may be other monsters in the area. So ... any questions?"
More like 'anyone feeling the self-preservation desire to withdraw now?'
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