[center][h2][i][u]Freya Kanatariio
Slightly Banged up...nothing a sibling can't fix[/u][/i][/h2][/center]

Freya made her way out of the A400 holding her blanket bra on. The big woman wincing as she goes, giving Sam a pat on the shoulder as she passed. The Wounded Goddess was just going to go into the base, fuck all the mouthing off that she knew was going to start. And it did, even before she had gotten to far. She sat down on a bench and just watched and listened.

Gods it's going to be bad.

Heated words. Against Skye. For Skye. About Raven. Against Raven. For Raven.

Freya sighed, and groaned, gritting her teeth in pain.

She shook her head as words are traded and concepts and contrasts brought up and around and through like rapiers made of letters.

Then she caught her sisters eyes. And couldn't help but smile.

For a wounded warrior, she's on her feet in an instant. The truck that had rolled up, she'd somehow missed it. And the gasp of pain she lets out as Sophie and the other doctor come to her side says loads. She is panting as the two medics move her into the bed of the truck. And she looks up as Athena comes running over. "Hey sis." She smiles and rolls to the side to get off her bad arm, "I'm fine I'm fine." And reaches over to shush Sophie who was about to go off on Freya. No she's not fine. She could do something that would cost her the use of her arm. But Freya stops her and gives Sophie a look that says [i]"Please...not to my little sister."[/i] Even if Athena could likely tell that Freya is not well. The Siblings Kanatariio don't wound easily. So to be without the use of her arm means alot. She grunts as the truck comes to a stop at the base.

And Freya ruins any clout she has when she lets out a cry of pain as she stands back up, "Okay fine...I'm not okay...just...bear with me...oh hey..."

[center][h1][u]A glorious arrival[/u][/h1]
Scion - Jamie Cole Kanatariio
Blue Sword Task Force Perkele[/center]

Yes that...that is a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy.

Emblazoned on it's side, the BlueSword emblem. The giant plane roaring in, above, coming around to make a run on the landing strip.

Aboard...

"We've got Hannula below. Looks like Raven and the rest all arrived already."

"Get us down there! Captain, Majors, Lt. Colonel! Get the people ready! Operative you suited!?"

Various shouts of "Yes ma'am!" flare from the cargo area.

A growly, "You bet colonel!"

"You're first off! Command, get our people out and set up as soon as the Operative is off first! You know what to do."

Natalie Denisova-Kanatariio grumbles, "I want to see my daughters, in particular I want to see my daughter who got hurt. Get us on the ground!" The pilot nods, finishing the turn and bringing the Galaxy down onto the ground.

The giant plane descended. Slowed. Rolled to a stop.

And as the ramp at the rear heaved open.

Yet another Giant stomped down. Red, Black and Blue armor, smooth and sleek, unlike the angular armor of a certain Battle Goddess, steps clear, the ramp shifting as the weight of the man and armor leaves it. Twin Linked HMGs scan the tarmac before the exterior comms system calls, "Clear!"

Voices from within. A tall man, wearing Lt. Colonel insignia, steps down, "Majors, Captain, lets get things settled. Blue Sword Task Force Perkele off that plan. Captain get them moving." Ross Henderson, Lt. Colonel Ross in fact, third in command behind Victor and Natalie. Calling out to the rest of the command of Blue Sword. Andrew, Nolan and Carl stepping down. Captain Carl Cardinal stepping out and shouting into the plane, "Perkele! Get off your asses." He turns and points at the tarmac, "OP down there! Rotating Squad!" He turns again pointing to the far end of the tarmac, "OP there, same deal!" He turns and points towards the main base, "Another OP near the Camp Base. Andrew, Nolan, you know your marksmen and snipers best. You're ball game." 

Nolan nudges Andrew as the pair sweep the land around them. Then nod. Nolan turning to the sniper team, "Be in the trees. Roaming and unseen. Regular reports. Git." The Snipers nod, beeps on their comms, the only acknowledgement. Andrew rumbling, "Marksmen, roaming the perimeter, 360, no one sees you, no one knows you're here. Go." The marksman team vanishing shortly after.

And only then do Victor and Natalie step clear of the plane. Victor scaning about, "So this is Raven...or was Raven...what can still be Raven." Natalie grumping, "We have supplies. If you like you can offload them when you're ready." Cutting right through the bullshit it seems. Victor looks around, spotting the team all starting to filter away, "They are going to need time. I want to see my daughter."

The command structure of Blue Sword heading for the infirmary for now.

Jamie smiled, and stomped off. Time to see what's up.

[center]Later, at the Base REC room[/center]

It looks like a robot...with a human head. Sitting on one the floor. One huge mitt holding a juice box...one of those tiny little ones meant for a school kids lunch box. The other, holding a apple-strawberry puree mix packet, alternating sipping the juice and sucking at the packet. Quite all comfy it seems, making himself at home.

Jamie all happily still armored up but enjoying some quiet time as his parents and uncles all had swarmed his sisters.

He'll take some quiet time thank you, and wait until he's told where he can take off his armor. NEver mind the mutha-fricken twin linked HMG death machine leaning on the wall behind him.