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As the crew took off, Spook stood up from her seat on the floor and closed the door her legs had been hanging out of.  She enjoyed the feel of the wind flying around her, though the travel they were about to experience would be a little much for her.  She then watched as the outpost of Treetop faded into the distance, taking in the details of the place and what it was that made it so concealable.  Lone behold, it was the height of the trees and the abundant foliage, humanity never failed to disappoint.

Except that one time, but still.

Intent on enjoying the ride, she made her way over to Isis and Bastet, giving a friendly wave before sitting down and bringing one leg up to her chest, back against the metal wall.  She leaned her head back on the surface as well, taking a deep breath before speaking.  [color=CAC100]"Don't worry about Bastet, I've seen worse done by domesticated Duvari."[/color]  She chuckled, hands flexing slightly as they pulled at the flexible armor on her left leg.

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Soon enough, turbulence hit.  Except it wasn't, there was something clearly arcane behind it.  No wind could've rocked a Sky Hawk as much as this was, so Spook was reasonably concerned as she took the Fusilaut from her lower back in case it was some kind of beast besetting the ship already.  Having grown up in the Wild World, she had found it uncommon for some kind of monster with leaping capabilities to take helicopters out of the sky if they flew low enough.  She stayed seated as the two near her decidedly panicked, unable to move much without toppling over suddenly.  Out of nowhere, the craft dived and she felt gravity leave them, prompting her different trajectory from the craft to take hold and lift her off the floor a couple feet.  In response, she turned herself over and grabbed at a loose strap from the overhead cargo rigging, anchoring herself to the craft.

And all of a sudden, they evened out, and she fell to the floor.  They slowly set down, Spook still clinging to the strap with her right hand, and her left held onto her gun with a white-knuckle grip.  Once they hit solid ground, the shock of floating for a solid couple of seconds wore off and she let go of the rigging, slumping to the ground like some kind of boneless humanoid.  Her voice crackled over the ship's communication channel.  [color=CAC100]"Matt... never do that again."[/color]  She grunted and sat herself up, then stood on shaky legs as people started to move again, along with Jake giving an order to set up camp.  [color=CAC100]"...I'll get some firewood, back in a bit."[/color]  She recovered her landlegs as she stepped down from the craft, drawing her sword and clipping her PDW to her back as she went.

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A short while, maybe ten minutes later, she came back with two armfuls of wood, one stuffed under each arm.  One was dumped off to the side, just by the Sky Hawk, and the other was set down by where the fire pit would end up.  From the surrounding area, she grabbed some rocks that fit into her hands well and set them in a circle a short distance from the transport, soon filling it with smaller sticks and some brush from the surrounding area.  Without much ceremony, she dug around inside her cloak for a moment before pulling out a steel lighter, which she opened and flicked twice before it caught fire.  She then held the flame to the brush until it spread, at which point she closed the modernized tinderbox before tucking it back onto her person.

The fire created and distributing warmth to everyone now, and moved back a couple feet before sitting with the glass lenses of her mask reflecting the flames as they slowly started to grow.  [color=CAC100]"So, we've got some time to kill.  Speaking of that, you guys have been out here before, right?  What's the most dangerous thing you've killed?"[/color]  While she awaited responses from everyone present, she tossed a few more sticks into the fire.