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The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo

Current Deployment: Mars, Royal Spaceport
Current Time:16:37, Earth Standard Time, 2207.

Reika heard Finn come up, but she pretended to be very interested in the console instead of looking at him. She also wasn't aware of it, but her foot was tapping.

So when Victor approached and spoke, she glanced over to see Finn in full space suit gear. Nervous as she was, she thought she might have made some mistake in her thinking that Mars was breathable because apparently Finn decided that it wasn't, because he was in some clunky-ass old suit of armor that looked like it could stop a bullet.

"Do we, uh...do we need gear, Victor?" She said, peering past Finn's form. "The air is breathable, right?"

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Sylvia was thinking about the Jet in the pouch that was resting on her right hip. She wasn't craving it yet, but she wasn't feeling the buzz, either. She might need it if she was going to stop the nervous feeling bubbling in her chest. What if it was some kind of crazy monster no one had ever seen before? Someone might die. It'd make a good story for her to tell, though.

Sylvia's flashlight cut through the inky blackness with a white cone of light. Walking through a forest today, one would hear the buzzing of bugs, chirping of crickets, frogs and nocturnal birds. No such noise in the post-apocalypse. The small critters of today were wiped out, or mutated into horrific monstrosities that are much less common but much more dangerous then their tiny ancestors. So the forest was quiet as the five mercenaries looked for their quarry.

Rocket's voice filled the air, as well as the terrible visage of several wild dogs. Felix had already got a shot off, and the bright red laser cast shadows behind the dogs and the group. Should be easy enough...looks like poor Isaac just got unlucky for getting mauled so quick by some mongrels.

"Dogs! It's just dogs." She yelled between the bursts of gunfire. Her 10mm pistol was in her right hand, and her flashlight was crossed underneath her forearm by her left hand. She was towards the back of the group and didn't want friendly fire so she just flicked off the safety, pointed the flashlight at the dogs, and held her fire until the right moment.

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who's ready to hunt a monster and save the people

i am

The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo

Current Deployment: Mars, Royal Spaceport
Current Time:16:35, Earth Standard Time, 2207.

Reika slid the magazine into her pistol with a satisfying clunk. Checking the safety, she lifted up the back of her tank top and and nestled it into her leggings. It wasn't concealed at all- that wasn't the point. The gun pushed up the cloth, so it was exposed and easy to grab. That was it, she guessed. No need to change clothes or brush her teeth or write a message. Now all that was left was to just walk...outside.

People did it all the time, apparently. It's totally breathable air- no filter or dome or insulation needed. The thought was alien to Reika. She also slid her cellular device down the front of her leggings incase she got bored. (Pockets were unnecessary, all she needed were her pants a bit of tension to keep everything she needed within an arms reach.)

Okay, time to go.

She was the first one to stand at the landing bay. The ramp outside was sealed upwards, keeping all the "breathable" poison outside. She tapped her boot against the steel floor before glancing at the control panel. Just a few taps and fwoosh. Death gas. That's how it had been for her whole life. Except this time nothing would happen because the oxygen was just in the air. No dome keeping it in, no ship to trap it, for some reason this planet was different and the oxygen clung to it instead of floating into space.

Of course, Reika wasn't scared. No no no, not at all. Something of great import caught her attention on the control panel, so she approached and began to study it intently with a hand on her chin. Hmm, yes, very intersting. This also meant that no one could open the ramp without asking her to move unless they activated it from somewhere else on the ship. Still, they would most likely have to ask her to move first which would give her a little bit of warning.

How hard could it be, really? Just walk outside and breathe easy.

Yeah, right.

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The stars were twinkling above them, the majesty of the Milky Way fully visible from the dark Earth. The only light around was crackling campfire that cast warm orange light. The shadows of the Governor's Mercenaries danced along the trees, grotesquely disproportinate monsters that were mere hollow illusions compared to real monsters that wandered the Louisiana Wasteland.

Sylvia Bailey stood with her 10mm pistol drawn. She had her hands folded in front of her, with his pistol in her right. The last few moments of events were unexpected, she was hoping to get this delivery job done quickly and easily but one of the bigger paychecks of her existence on the Earth, but no, of course not. Instead Rocket and the other guy are missing, the kid's dead (bummer) and how she had to go looking for them. A strand of her blonde hair fell into her face and she wiped it away, feeling the moistness of her skin. She was used to it, the humidity didn't bother her much anymore.

She scratched the fabric of her flannel shirt with her free left hand. No one had to worry about mosquitos anymore- now they were massive and could kill you. But Sylvia had never known about tiny, annoying mosquitos that bit you when you weren't looking, so that's why she could safely wear clothes that didn't stifle her and make her collapse from heatstroke. She had a low-cut, loose, grey shirt on underneath a short unbuttoned flannel shirt. She also had jeans that had many holes that exposed various parts of her legs, especially the knees which were almost totally obliterated.

She had a utility belt on with the holster for her currently unholstered gun, as well as a small pouch, but big enough to fit a few things. Inside were three friendly injections of Jet, a canteen for clean water, and a stimpak incase things got serious. There was also a knife, incase things became unfortunate.

All in all, she was not eager to tromp into the woods and look for a Silverfish, which she assumed is what killed the kid. But it was better than staying behind and watching a dude who was probably going to kill himself now bury the remains of his son. Yeesh! Major downer.

"We ready to roll or what?" She called back to her new allies while still watching the forest, which she had just recently learned the names of.

"I'm going with whoever is hunting this sucker down." This time she turned around a little more, but her body was still facing the forest.

"Vix? Felix? Whoever? Yeah? We ready?" She was eager to get going and rocked back and forth on her heels.

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piratepad.net/FalloutGenesis

potential place for collabs. we're thinking of doing a campfire story collab to get the characters to know each other, like Rocket wanted. BAM!

(maybe save a place underneath the first IC for the special collab so it's in the chronological order)

The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo

Current Deployment: Orbit of Mars
Current Time: 16:21, Earth Standard Time, 2207

A while back, the Wight had penetrated the green endless fog of Venus and had fallen or risen (depending on how you look at it) into the inky blackness of space. Despite their enormous speed, the stars always stayed in the same position. Bright, blinking eyes looking passively at the progress of man. Reika didn't really think too much about the philosophical meaning of stars, but rather that they were pretty and mind-bogglingly far away. If she thought about it too hard, it made her hairs stand on end like she was being creeped out, only in a good away. Reika loved space.

Her plotted course changed to a longer route thanks to the navigator. She assumed that old guy must have had some reason for it, other than just being a bad navigator. Weird.

The captain, Vick (she had taken to calling him Vick in her mind), sat down in the cockpit but didn't say anything. She glanced over at him expectantly every once in a while. She made a litte noise through her teeth using her tongue that could be taken for a gesture of being slightly amused. I mean, she thought, he just sits down right next to me in the room and doesn't say anything. Reika supposed she could have tried small talk, but she also wanted to see if he would try too first, and what that would look like. He didn't.

An identification prompt came through to them as the Somewhat Red Planet came into view. Mars! Beautiful. She drummed the wheel with her fingers as he spoke. Eventually he addressed the crew through the intercom.

“Crew, we’ll soon be landing. Please ensure that you’ve fastened your seatbelts, and that all luggage and our ship’s mechanic have been stowed away safely," He said, apparently pleased with himself. Well, Reika didn't want to be a suck-up, but she thought it was funny- especially since it a was a joke towards the mechanic. So, she poorly stifled a laugh.

He told her to bring them in when the confirmation came. She nodded in agreement and did so. Mars grew staggeringly big in the viewport and the monitors. Eventually in filled the entire view, and they were only looking at a small portion. She'd never been to Mars. Wow. Childlike giddiness once more pumped into her system as the promises of a new place filled her mind. This was a job? She was getting paid for this? What more could anyone ask for?

Reika's voice once again crackled over the intercom. "Okay, okay, okay, I hope you're strapped in because we're entering the atmosphere. Of Mars, it's going to be", she paused very briefly, looking for the best words. "Uh, expect turbulence." The intercom clicked off again, Reika making sure of it this time.

Eventually, a few warning beeps started to go off as they pushed through the atmosphere. She glanced over at Vick. "You ready?" She asked him, smiling. This part was always fun. Raw, concentrated heat began to appear on the front of the ship. Friction created a beautiful light display, making the Wight look like a comet streaking through the air. She entire ship began to shake, loose articles would fall off shelves and it would become difficult to maintain balance. Luckily Reika was in the most secure seat in the ship. The vast, green plains that surrounded cities of Mars came into more detail through the hectic light show. The Wight glowed brighter and brighter, until suddenly, it stopped. They were in atmo; the Wight had stopped shaking and glowing and everything was once again calm. Reika took in a shuddered, excited breath.

The nav stuff pointed her in the right direction. The ship glided effortlessly over the green grass of Mars. Though she trying her best not to show it, Reika was freaking out on the inside. She'd never seen this much grass before. Just sitting here, out in the open, exposed to the horrific poisonous gases on the outside. Of course, she knew that wasn't true, but her heart was pounding nonetheless. She'd never been outside before. There was always a dome, a building, or the hull of a ship separating her from the world outside.

A steel landing pad came into view- it was clean and unrusted, there were a few people standing off to the side just casually talking to each other. In the open. Nothing bu the vastness of the blue sky above, and that was just an illusion. They stood beneath the vastness of the universe, and they talked about sports.

"We're l-landing." She said to Victor, coughing to cover up her stammer. She was still excited, don't get her wrong, but she was very afraid of walking outside without a suit. The Wight's humming halted as they gingerly landed on the platform.

Reika spoke into the intercom. "Okay, time...time to get off." She nervously laughed and turned off the communcations device once again. She leaned back, unbuckled the complicated seatbelt, and didn't get up. She sat there, outside at the blue sky, the grass, the people talking about sports, and didn't move. She was just a little nervous.

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woah, that is spooky.

to the discord! so we can figure out who's going where

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let it allll hang out