The ride continued, oddly silently. The humming of Slinky died down, and an hour or two passed. Feeling relatively soon, they reached the destination. It was a very large rectangular structure, with a parking area, and five massive hangar doors. Each was nearly eighteen meters tall, and ten meters wide. They parked, with just enough space for four of the truck in the zone, and disembarked. It was, uniquely, a paved parking area, apparently made of concrete, like the structure it was attached to.

Bill and Alex showed them inside, the quintet of pilots seeing a relatively large amount of people working on various things. To their right were additional rooms, with signs above each set of double-doors marked 'Barracks', 'Briefing', 'Kitchen', 'Storage', and many other things. The left, or north side of the facility is dominated by five massive giants of metal. This, would be the pilots' first glimpse of their NC's in person. They certainly look larger then they heard.

All of them were pointed towards the east, which was the opposite of where Smith's Rest proper was located, to the west. Obviously, the hangar doors were on the east side as well. The NC's were also marvelously well cleaned and maintained, considering the circumstances. They actually gleamed and shined!

Each was obviously very unique. From the closest to furthest, was Blur, a towering, mobile brawler, The Wessex, a shorter, but massively dependable scout, The Mad-e, a severely over-armored brute of a stand-off unit, the 'Papa Mike', a refreshingly standard design that could do anything required, and the Swarm, an NC that could accurately be described as an armored missile launcher with legs. Each of these may not be all that advanced or well-hewn, but dammit, they were something.

Nearly a dozen people were working on the NC's, two or three for each, and one was very familiar to Madison; a tall, ginger male tweaking one of the leg-motors of the Mad-e. Yet, before they could notice each-other and greet, Alex told the group, [color=39b54a]"First things first, you guys should probably confirm you're here with The Captain. She's probably in the briefing room right now. Don't worry, she won't bite. Probably."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Yeah. Oh, you guys are going right from the frying pan and into the fire, by the way. If I remember correctly, they want you to make-up to Fairbanks, y'know, do a more or less freebie mission for them [i]today[/i]. Good luck."[/color], Slinky soon interjected.


[hider=OOC Notes:]
Obviously, you have 'actual' control of Duncan, Nutts.
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