[h3][color=tan]Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
            Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse' [/color][/h3]

Johnson heard the voice of a stranger chime up about aliens, what nonsense. "It's no damn alien jackass. Make another smart ass comment and you'll find out why the Treehouse has a plank." He said rather snappily and gruffly. Apparently he didn't much like the alien comment, though given his already gruff and mean attitude he didn't seem to care for much. Regardless, he moved on and addressed the real statement made by Reed, "We don't know. Any scan we try to make is blocked by some sort of interference and we can't see that far from here to tell ourselves. Like I already said... We don't know shit. So how's about you do your damn job and find out! And how about you start taking this seriously you disrespectful little shit! Or is the future of humanity some big joke to you?" He shouted at Reed, getting right up in his face to stress his final point.

Though before things got much worse, Jake stepped in and said, [color=lightgreen]"And we will, don't you worry Chief. Though perhaps it's not a time to fight among ourselves and instead get the supplies we were briefed on so we can be on our way."[/color] His intent clear to try and get things moving to avoid this clear asshole in the shape of Johnson.

"Don't you tell me about what we need to do!" He quickly shouted back at Jake, who stood there with a somewhat shocked expression. He really did just hate everybody, "I'll get you your damn shit... Disrespectful little shits." He continued to say walking off towards the exit in order to lead the team back through the Treehouse. Though before Jake followed him he turned to Reed and merely silently mouthed the word, 'wow'. From there he made his way after Johnson, clearly not enthused to see him for much longer.

As the Treehouse was traversed and the team was led to some unknown part Johnson spoke up again, "Lucky bastards the lot of you. Command has cleared for a very special ride. Treat it well because there aren't many left." His gruff and seemingly perpetually anger tone never leaving him. However, as they went it was made clear that the ride he was talking about was something of a true wonder... An ancient piece of the Old World shown in full glory with the words Argent Seeker stenciled on the side.

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"A relic of the Old World, refit and repaired to work like she wasn't made a century ago." Johnson started as the craft came into view, side hatch open to show the staff of Treehouse loading up the team's gear for the trip. "Uses jet engines instead of props so she's faster and better to control and if even comes with a special flight cell set. As long as you give her a day to recharge with the sails up she'll give you a little flight time, but more importantly power for your camp." He said, just in time to see the energy sails open from the top to start show off the craft's capabilities. "You don't have much for arms, the ship didn't come with them when we pulled her from a pile of rubble, but the door gatlings should help you if you need something big and rapid fire. Should be able to strap something on easy enough if you find it though. And like I said! This is a relic, don't fuck it up!" From there Johnson started to leave, giving the team a chance to load up and get ready to take off, however on his way out he glanced over his shoulder and yelled back, "You're clear to leave when you're ready!" Before vanishing among the leaves and branches of the Treehouse.

Jake stepped up to the craft as it was being fueled, looking it over and seeing that it was in great shape for being over a hundred years old. That's one thing you had to give the Old World credit for, they built things to last. [color=lightgreen]"Ok team, load up. I wanna get in the air before nightfall and we got a long journey ahead of us."[/color]