Boros - Legionaire War: Hot Blonds Just Don't Fall From The Sky You Know...
McGuire has the medic do a check on the passed out girls, with Amen's permition of course. Fao wont allow them to be out for a full day without ordering a nurishment shot for each of them by the medic. He checks the ship top to bottem, trying to work out the engine mounting to make it more secure. The trip from the crash site up to the mountain ledge shook the something ferce, knocking the sensor array out of line. He'd fixed the problem, and knows the structure of the new used engine needs securing. Checking the under carrage of the ship, he runs a finger down the main support, walking under the ship in the chilly wind of the mountain. His duster pulled tight around his thick form. <English>
The light is yet dim, for it's the wee hours of the morning and the sun has yet to fully rise. And something strange has begun to happen, a fair distance from where the ship is parked. A strange thing which was noticed by the guards, one of which was sent back to the ship to find someone awake. And upon finding Fao, then sought to get his attention. "Captain, you'd better come take a look at this," he advises. He's not going to make a call either way about it, simply because it's something well beyond his paygrade. <English>
Outside the Battalion has arrived and are busy erecting tents and the like to properly set up an FOB for assisting what ever operations were to follow. Kyoshiro was overseeing the operations, smoking a cigar, and helping one of the teams erect a tent pole that was a bit too combersome for their full compliment. They had gotten what rest they could after their 30 mile or more treck up the plateu and through the rolling messa. Though, to be fair, the lot were still rather tired especially with that storm. <English>
McGuire mentaly marks where he stopped his trace of the main beam, and turns to the runner, "Lead on private, fill me in along the way." Stepping out from under the ship to follow the guard to where he leads him. He looks around the sight, noting faces and possitions of the new arrivals. His pace is solid, stride is quick without stepping to far ahead of his guide. <English>
The private gives a nod to Fao, and then leads the way away from the ship. It's a fair walk to get there, all things considered. Though along the way, the private doesn't really offer much in the way of explanation. "Well, sir... it's probably something best seen rather than trying to explain," he says simply. He leads the way along until they reach an open field. Which is dotted with crates of various sizes that appear to have been air-dropped. <English>
McGuire nods in return and replies, "Don't call me sir. Captain is fine or McGuire." He pauses at the open field to take in the sights. He scans the area to review later, "When did this come in?" He takes a step into the field to the closest crate to check lables or perhaps a manifest. He is careful with his steps up to the crate, in the back of his mind this could be a trap. <English>
There are a lot of crates. A bit better than a hundred tonnes worth, an experienced cargo person like Fao would be able to gauge. "Of course, Captain," he says, giving a nod to the man. He takes a moment to look over the field of crates, and then his attention turns back to Fao. "Ah, well. Our patrols don't come this far out very often during the day. This is our first patrol of the day, and the last patrol of the day yesterday didn't report anything. So, our best estimate is overnight at some point," he offers. There's no sign of a manifest at all, at least not in this first crate. This first crate seems to have no label or other origin marking that can be seen upon initial examination. <English>
McGuire gives the crate a good look over before checking the latches to open it. He takes caution in his inspection as he flips the latch open and lifts the lid to look inside. <English>
It's difficult to find, the mark upon the crate. It's a burn into the wood veneer, a stylized trio of R's that's nearly lost in the grain of the wood itself. And as he opens the lid of the crate, he would find there to be dried goods packed within it -- sacks of rice, in this one. <English> McGuire closes the lid and turns to the private, "Run to the camp and tell your commander his supplize have in." He walks to the second crate and inspects it as well, not so much for traps this time, more for the faint markings it might have. He does open it as well. <English>
The private gives a nod to Fao, and then turns to run back to the camp and do just that. The next crate has a similar marking on it, and this one is a larger size crate which holds potatoes. The rest of the crates have similar markings upon it. And all of them are filled with supplies -- carrots, onions, various and assorted vegetables, dairy and various dairy products, as well as meat of various and assorted types. <English>
McGuire runs through his perfect memory for a relation to the triple R's. Not the red eye, not that he knows. Romani branches for the Romani Army. Perhaps. He checks the perachutes. The suplies will be used, he's sure of it. A welcome find indeed. He turns back to the camp site and his ship, slowly walking out of the field back to the ledge. <English>
It might take him a little while to finish running through things, but eventually he'll come up with the appropriate conclusion that the supplies originated from the Raging River Ranch on Jiangyin. The parachutes seem to be standard cargo drop parachutes, all of them fairly new and all of them black so that they blend against the night sky. The crates are all dark as well, with that chestnut shade of wood veneer on them to also help them blend in. <English>
McGuire walks past the new camp site, the activity their own, as he gets back to his business to secure that engine mount to save his ship. The way it sits now, it many not make it out of the atmo before shaking out of it's craddle and exploding. He's an idea to fix it, and hopes he has the time. <English>
Various and assorted troops set to work at getting the crates brought from the open field back to the camp. It's something that will take a fair amount of time, and likely the rest of the day. Yet they'll all still end up brought back.
It takes a bit of time for Fao's thoughts to actually have an effect. Although after a little while, Octavia does emerge. She's wearing a simple pale blue sundress that reaches down to her ankles. She wanders her way through the ship until she finds him, pausing near to where he works and watching him. A hint of a smile touches at the corners of her lips as she does so, and she steps up behind him to lift a hand and touch his back lightly. Even she hadn't been a part of Emily's upbringing, for which she's had a great many regrets. And feelings of failure, for her actions had done little to keep Emily safe. <English>
McGuire doesn't jar when she touches him. He stops what he is doing and turns to face her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her to him. He whispers softly, "We have to live through this, we owe ourselves that chance." He wont move until she does, lingering in the embrace as long as it will last. All thoughts of work, or war, or duties gone for this moment. For this moment is for them, for him. A reasurence of what they are fighting for. A future. <English>
Softly, she lifts a hand to lightly cup his cheek in her palm as he turns to face her, and a little smile touches at the corners of her lips. She steps closer to him, slipping her free arm around him and resting her head on one of his shoulders. She slips her fingers from his cheek, then sldies that arm around him as well. She leans a little against him, her eyes closing as she does. "All we can do is try, Fao," Octavia whispers softly, a little smile touching at the corners of her lips. "I'm sorry, Fao... for taking away that chance, all those years ago," she says quietly. <English>
McGuire smiles slightly and says in his calm and even tone, "You did what you though was best. I can't fault you for that. It must of been hard giving up on family to try and keep us safe. Yet here we are, in the final stages of it all." He chuckles slightly, "My name, in Romany means Fated. I'm beginning to understand the foresight in their naming me that. Everything in my life after our first encounter has lead me right back to here, right back to this moment." He squeezes a little before relaxing, still not giving up on the hug just yet. His tone soft, "As it was meant to be." <English>
"I did... and I've asked myself, time and time again, if it really was for the best. She was still taken, she was still hurt, even with what I did. Giving up on family... it was the hardest thing I have ever done," Octavia says quietly, her brow furrowing a little bit. She keeps her arms around him, staying close adn warm there nad a faint smile touches at the corners of her lips. "You could have made different choices, and been led along different paths of life. But I think even if you had, you would still have found your way back to here for what is to come here in the next weeks or months," she adds, looking up at him. <English>
McGuire leans his head onto her's, a whisper, "She still had her father currect what was done to her. I was fated to be a part of this from the begining." He pulls his head back so he can look her in the eye's. "When I found you and fell in love the first time. All of this was meant to be." Leaning into her again, just holding on. <English>
Octavia tilts her head a little to one side as she looks up at him, and a small smile comes to her features. "True... the programming is gone from her. And she knows much more now than what she did," she says softly. She willingly meets his gaze, and a small smile returns to her features. "We can't know for certain what was meant to be... but there are likely parts of this that may have been foreseen by others. I don't know. But I do know that I loved you then, as I love you know," she says softly, a bit of colour coming to her cheeks. <English>
McGuire holds her tight for a long time. Satified with this feeling. Complete. No thoughts of what was or what is, just the here and now, just this lingering moment. Time has not meaning in this moment. For Fao, time stops. <English>
Gently does she hold him in turn, and be held by him. She leans a little against to him, her hands applying a gentle sort of pressure there against his back. "I wish there was a way of knowing if I had chosen right or wrong, those years ago. But I chose, and it cannot be changed. Things became complicated, although... I think they would have been so even had I not chosen as I did," she says softly, a thoughtful note to her voice. Lifting her head from his shoulder, she looks up at him, studying him for a long moment. "Promise me? If... if something happens and I don't live through this, but you do? That you will let life unfold for you. That you will open your heart to love again," she says quietly. <English>
McGuire pulls a thoughtful breath and says in kind, "Let's not think about that Via. What ever happens, it will be dealt with then. Until that moment, let's do what we can to make sure that wont happen." He squeezes her again. Reality begins to sink in and he begins to let go of her, "Like making sure that engine is going to rattle off it's hinges when we take off again. I've got to line the main stern beam up with the two support bolts." Time begins to tick away, a lot to do and little time to get it done. <English>
Octavia's brow furrows a little bit when he sets aside her worry as easy as you please, her eyes reflecting that worry of hers. She has no cause for arguing to his words, no reason to do so, and so she gives a small nod to him. Withdrawing one of her hands from him, she lifts it to cup one of his cheeks, a small smile coming to her features. "There will be enough time, Fao. Enough days, and enough nights," she says softly, giving a small nod to him. <English>
McGuire's warm smile grows as he likes that thought. He turns to attend his work once again, picking up right where he left off. The welder right were he left it. The tricky part will be not shutting off life support to ancer the engine. He ponders this from every angle. <English>
Mechanical aptitude has never been one of Octavia's strengths, and so she withdraws from him to let him go and tend to the ship's needs. She watches for long minutes, but then she leaves him to his work in order to head into the ship itself. She has no wisdom or insight to be able to offer to him, alas. And so instead, she turns her attention to something that she can do -- make coffee the way that he likes it. <English>
McGuire pulls a heavy duty wentch chains to lock them down on the engine. Same system he rigged to get the engine in and put together. Having removed the bolts from it's brace, he presses the electric pully to lift the engine. Locking it down a foot off the plateform, he quickly unscrews the bolts holding the brace and moves it seven inches starboard. Bolt driver pins it in solid. The smell of fresh coffee catches his attention as he lowers the engine, slightly distracted put the machine off on the brace and he catches it. Lifting it back up and moving it into it's proper possition, he lowers it back down to rest in it's brace. His calculations currect, he bolts it solid into place. <English>
Of course, once she's brewed the coffee, not only does she fix a mug for him, but also one for herself. And with both of the mugs in hand, Octavia makes her way down the ramp of the ship to be able to return to him. She's more than willing to wait for his attention to find its way back to her. "I thought you might want a cup," she offers, watching him. <English>
McGuire stops, knowing what he's done holds the machine in place. Turning to her, he accepts the mug with a kirt nod of thanks. "Perfect." He says, bringing the mug to his nose before taking a sip. He nods again and swallows, "Perfect." he says softly. "Thank you." He walks over to the nearest shelf by the entry hatch and places the mug there. Turning back to the machine, he returns to finish bolting it down. <English>
A smile turns at the corners of her lips as she watches him, and then he gives a small nod. Octavia watches him test first the aroma of it and then the taste of it. Then she lifts her own mug to take a drink of it. And she watches him. "Mmm. You're welcome," she says softly, inclining her head towards him. She ducks her chin a little bit, taking a drink of her coffee as she looks to him over the rim, through the veil of her lashes. <English>
McGuire sets the last bolt and gets to his feet. Walking back to the shelf, he takes up his mug and pulls a large sip. Swallowing, he takes another sip before turning to place the mug back to the shelf. Reaching into his pants pocket, he removes his pouch and begins to roll a cigarette with his dirty fingers. The white paper getting smeared with dark smudges. This does not stop the champion roller and he doesn't have to lick it closed. <English>
McGuire says, "I'd better smoke this outside. Care to join me?" He does offer his arm to escort her through the ship. <English>
McGuire steps through the ship with Octavia on his arm, checking on the girls one more time, before coming outside of the ship where Fao lights his cigarette. He looks out over the camp site and how their numbers have grown. <English>
Kyoshiro is... cooking? Yep aparently the old War-horse was now cooking for his men along with a few helpful hands from the Churara that were already with the Jia, making sure the men who just arrived got plenty of rest after finishing setting up camp. It was BBQ, classic at least. Over an open flame and a grill they had built out of gathered stone. <English>
Over the course of the day, the various and assorted supply crates that were dropped have been brought back to the base camp around the Jia. Some of them have been opened and checked, whilst others have not yet been inventoried. All of them have a veneered finish on the outside of the boxes in a dark chestnut brown. All of them, except for one, have the triple R logo of the Raging River Ranch on Jiangyin. <English>
McGuire can smell the food being cooked. He knows Kyo's cooking. His cigarette burns quickly due to the oil smudges, but he smokes it anyway. Continuing the walk, Fao escorts Octavia into the camp site and the new suplies. To Octavia, he says in his even tone, "We got a night drop last night." He motions to the crates. "I hope we're not here that long to eat the food in them." He steps up to one, her still on his arm, and sits on an unopened crate. The Churara asigned to inventory still working on the count. Fao looks out over the ledge, the mountain breeze briskly blowing by. "Doc Holliday had a homestead on a mountain on Paquin. It's beautiful up there as well." He has accually stopped to look at the sceenery. <English>
The battalion quatermaster who's been assigned to catalog and open the crates has curosity get the best of him. All the others are marked. He knows where they're from. But the one that's not... that was odd. So he moves over with the other Company Quartemasters who are with him and they start to open the thing with cro-bars. Kyo in the mean time steals glances towards Fao and Octavia as well as his Quatermasters before going back to cooking the food. This was stuff the Battalion brought in on Hover carts with them. <English>
Octavia tilts her head slightly to one side as she looks to Fao, and there's no sign of surprise to her features. She quirks a smile, and then she gives a nod to him. "I know," she says softly, her eyes showing a hint of an amused sparkle to them. "There are many mouths to feed," she adds, inclining her head towards him. She moves to sit on the crate next to him, watching him a moment. She raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she gives a nod before turning to look out over the scenery as well.
The odd or unusual crate proves to be a bit resilient. It was painted black instead of having that chestnut veneer like the others. The Quartermasters are eventually able to break the crate's lid open, and it hisses softly as it vents cold air that comes out in the form of fog. The lid is a little bit stuck with the jimmying that was done, but it is able to be opened. And when it's opened, the contents are... unusual, once the fog has cleared enough for them to be seen. A naked woman, curled up to fit inside. <English>
McGuire rises from his seat, looking at the sight. Stunned, his utters, "Huh." <English>
There is a commotion comming from the quater master crew as they reel back at the site of what's in the crate. Wdapons are raised, security teams alerted though no real alarms. There are shouts in Romani, English and Chinese. Curses of surprise and astonishment. Kyoshiro stops what he is doing and b-lines for the crate. He looks around it, as the smoke starts to clear, not really able to see in it. Then he steps up and peers in side, looking over the visage of the women. She is blond, lovely, and that scar at the rise of her breasts... Kyo knew... "Fao! Blankets now! I need a medical team out here." <English>
McGuire takes the order, breaking his fasination over the site. He turns to the nearest tent, two bunks, two blankets. He grabs both and rushes back and rushes back. Getting a better view of who's inside, he offers Kyo the blankets. <English>
Octavia watches over the scene with a bit of curiosity. Yet she stays where she sits there on the crate, glancing to Fao as he rushes off to follow orders. Military folk seem to have that ingrained in them, she's noticed.
Within the crate, Oksana is alive -- she breathes, her heart beats steadily. Yet she's not awake, nor does she awaken as of yet. There are other scars to mark her flesh as well, but... the one that is the most obvious is the one on her chest from a sniper's bullet and the surgery that followed. <English>
Kyoshiro takes the blankes and drops one over Oksana's sexy naked... I mean just naked body. He reaches in and curls one arm across her back and the other under her kneeds and lifts, making sure the blanket is covering her naughty bits because some of these churara could be dogs in such a still rather patriarchal society. THe medical team is on the way with a hover stretcher from the medical tent that was set up. The other blanket it placed on the stretcher and Kyo rests Oksana down gentle on the hover stretcher. <English>
McGuire has never seen Oksana this way. He stands there stunned, only to do what he told to do. He wasn't told of her injury or that the Ranch was tending to her. To Fao, this is a complete surprise. <English>
The lead medic of the team takes the time to check Oksana out once she's been placed on the hover stretcher. The medic glances to the box that she'd been found in, and then brings his attention back to the unconscious woman. He rummages amongst his kit for a moment, then gets a shot ready before injecting it into Oksana's left arm. The needle is disposed of properly. It's as they're starting to guide the hover stretcher away that the woman on it gives a faint murmur. <English>
Kyoshiro watches after Oksana as shes taken away, giving the medics room to work. Then he turns to Fao, "She musta felt left out..." He says, "I'm surprised Kyronis let her do this..." <English>
McGuire stands silently until Oksana makes a noise. He says loudly, "She's waking up." It was said calmly. <English>
"I know... That tends to happen... let the medics do their job..." Kyoshiro says to Fao. <English>
McGuire hasn't moved from the crate he was sitting on. He falls silent again. <English>
Another little sound slips from her, and then her lashes flicker faintly. The fingers of one of her hands twitch a little bit. And it takes a moment or two longer before she's able to open her eyes and focus on any of her surroundings. She gives a little cough, and then blinks a bit more as she finds no one near to her that's familiar, for it's the medic team that surrounds her. <English>
"Alright, go-ahead then." Kyoshiro says to Fao as they stretcher gets enough distance from them for him to feel that the old bastard isn't going to jump all over nakid Oksana with worry. <English>
McGuire steps forward and up to the stretchers side. "You're safe Oksana. You're at the base camp for the Churara on Boros." He doesn't touch, just hovers off to her side. <English>
Murmuring a little bit, Oksana looks up at Fao. She moves one of her hands to slightly adjust the blanket that's covering her, and a faint smile touches at the corners of her lips. "Safe, hmm? There is such a thing?" she whispers, her voice a little gravelly. She's likely been unconscious prior to now for quite a long time. <English>
McGuire mutters, "For the moment." <English>
Kyoshiro dose not follow after Fao. He looks over towards the cliff and the view. Taking out his cigar he hefts a long sigh that's filled with a bit of sadness, and of course the brunt of his responcibilty. He does his best not to show this to people, his own personal needs, and he buries it quick. He puts that cigar between his lips and lights it moving back towards the food he was cooking on the grill, in the meanwhile yelling at his quatermasters to get back to work who were obviously struck at the beauty of Oksana. <English>
The blonde woman looks up at Fao, and she manages a small nod. She keeps the blanket about herself, for the warmth but also as a covering. Not that she's uncomfortable in her skin, though. "Safe, for the moment, is a good place to start," she says quietly, managing a little bit of a smile. Her hair is caught up in a braid that reaches down to the middle of her back. She looks about a little bit, at those nearest to her, and she starts to struggle a little bit, to try to sit up. "Is Kyoshiro here...?" <English>
McGuire steps back to allow Kyo to be seen. <English>
Kyo, if he can be seen from where Oksana is, is back behind the grill flipping ribbs with a pair of tongs. He's got his apron back on and even is wearing a silly chefs hat. He's also making sure some sauteed vegitables are going over well on a sheet of metal they are using as a flat top on the grill. <English>
McGuire nods to her, "He's over there." <English>
Oksana takes a moment to look in the direction of where Kyoshiro is, and she gives a little murmur. She tries again to get herself sitting up, this time managing it, and she eases her legs over the edge of the stretcher. With one of her hands, she holds the blanket up and around herself, maintaining a certain amount of modesty. Stubborn, she is. She starts to ease herself from the stretcher, with the intent of standing up, her brow furrowing a little bit as she concentrates on that particular task. <English>
Kyoshiro is far too busy smoking his cigar and cooking to notice what is going on over at the medical tent. <English>
McGuire steps up. A hand goes to Oksana, "Lay back down, you are not ready to get up yet." He turns his head and his voice rises up over the mountain, "Mibu! Oksana has something for you." <English>
The fingers of her free hand rest on the edge of the stretcher. She hasn't quite managed to get up the oomph, so to speak, to give a successful try to getting to her feet. She looks to Fao as he speaks, and then she gives a little shake of her head. "I'll be fine... I can manage," she says quietly, a bit of a stubborn note to her voice. Oksana manages then to push herself up to her feet, though she doesn't let go of the stretcher, and her balance does wobble and sway. <English>
Kyoshiro narrows his brows as he hears Fao and turns, tongs still in his hands. He shakes his head and sighs, speaking to one of the other Churara cooks to take over for him again. He takes off his chefs hat and heads towards the MEdical Tent. Looking over Oksana as she stands, clutching that blanket to her body. "Fao... why don't you got get the gorram woman some cloths... or something..." He mentions a bit grumpily before his attention is fully on Oksana. "Take a seat and take it easy... Cryostasis is a hell of things. Now, what is it?" <English>
McGuire nods to the order, turning to the ship. Oksana's room is still in tac. He shouldn't be long. <English>
As much as she says that she can manage, with having gone through the cryostasis, she really can't. Though she doesn't want to give in, she does end up sitting back on the stretcher, taking a moment to catch her breath after the effort. Lifting her free hand, she lightly brushes her fingers over her face. She looks up at Kyo, and manages a little bit of a smile. "I have a message for you," Oksana says softly, giving a small nod to him. "Vanessa... she wanted me to tell you that she loves you, and she misses you. And she will see you soon," she says, inclining her head towards him. "This was a first run, a test. There were... uncertainties, with the cryostasis." <English>
"Why didn't you just jump in with the rest of the unit? I'm sure it was Vanessa who was privy to the coordinates who gave them to Kyronis. THat was his ship that dropped these crates. Why the Cryostasis?" He was confused, "Well comms are back up... Kyronis can give me a heads up becaue I don't want these animals seeing my wife's naughty bits..." Then a pause, "And... thank you for that message..." <English>
McGuire stays back and listens, soaking it all in. <English>
Lifting her free hand, she rubs one of her cheeks a bit, and then she looks to Kyo with a little smile. "Because the cargo crate parachutes are the only ones that Kyronis has, at the ranch," Oksana says softly, giving a small nod to him. "We were uncertain how the cryostasis crate would drop. I volunteered to test it," she adds. Then she lifts her free hand to show her forearm, and a slight lump there near her wrist. "They microchipped me -- it monitors biometrics as well as location," she comments. Then she gives him a little smile. "You're welcome, for the message." Then she softly clears her throat. "Besides, I do a lot of things. But I don't do parachutes." <English>
"Herm... Might be a good idea to get that chip out of you. If it broadcasts all the time might be able to be tracked by people we don't want tracking it." Kyoshiro says with a nods also satisfied with the explination. "WEll get some rest, get some food, and get some cloths on and we'll talk more about it later." <English>
McGuire returns with a simple sun dress and her coat. Offering it to her, he looks at Kyo, "What'd I miss?" <English>
