Message In A Bottle
Message In A Bottle
Summary: A Kharon raptor makes contact with the bunker & passes on location + time for evac.
Date: PH081 (08 July 2009)
Related Logs: Raider Field & No Solicitors.

Space, Orbit of Scorpia, Foxbat-4
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #81
OOC Time: Wed Jul 08 18:36:15 2009

Quietly in the darkness and awesome vacuum of space, Fox-4 is silently lurching and rolling within comm range. Quiet-like a coffin, everything has been. The pilot, a rotund Ensign known as 'Taters' is riding at the wheel- his lovely ECO in the back seat of this nice and rather desolate ride. Next to him sits 'Rabbit' Who has decided to come along on this ride to send along the message and keep the relatively young crew company. A roll of his shoulders as the defacto CAG sits and waits. This part is always the hardest part. The Waiting.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Aimee 'Shaker' Precious sits at the ECO board in the back, harnessed into her seat but that doesn't keep her from bopping to some unheard beat. "Boards are clear, DRADIS is empty. Smooth sailing." And she goes back to chair dancing, mouthing the words to the song but saving her company the lyrics.

The raptor slides along in the black of space, approaching the gravity well of the planet. The boards are clear, and everything looks good. There is no visual or DRADIS presence in the upper atmo. Scorpia wait below, and the Resistance and MIA Military are undoubtedly sweating waiting for the call, nestled inside their little bunker.

Hale nods quickly, after looking back and just watching Shake for a moment. Raptorbunnies. A turn of his head and he's already going through to get patched in on the comm system. Since everything is Green, Hale's going right on.

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, " Colonial Mission Recon, this is Lookout. Do you come in? Repeat: Colonial Mission Recon, this is Lookout. Do you come in?"

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Lookout, this is Colonial Mission Recon. We copy, over."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Colonial Mission Recon, Lookout. Its good to hear your voice. What is our time frame over?"

Shaker makes a few adjustments, making sure the signal is boosted properly as Hale speaks over the line. There's an undeniable smile on her features as they make contact with the ground again. "Signal strength is holding at ninety eight percent…"

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Same here, Lookout. We have seven more minutes in the clear before we'll have t' go dark again."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, " Copy that Recon. Alright what I need from you are numbers of chicks we're bringing home and their conditions, over."

[Into the Wireless] Hale says, " Copy that Recon. Alright what I need from you are numbers of chicks we're bringing home and their conditions, over."

Hale looks back towards Shaker, one hand coming up, as the thumb's up sign is given. "Let me know when we're loosing, give a tap." muttered back, before he's cueing in back on the conversation.

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "I'm afraid I don't have a definitive count for you at the moment, Lookout. My best information at the moment puts the count at about 20. Sergeant Elder is the only one in critical medical condition."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Also, we've recovered Lieutenant Valasche from her crash site. She's sustained minor injuries and is currently mobile."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, "Copy again Recon. We'll send about four raptors for evac, at these Coordinates. 39.3' N 76.6 E of your current position. Say again 39.3 N and 76.6 E for your evac. We'll have med staff ready"

"Roger, dodger." Shaker pipes up, every word making her bounce. It's a wonder that harness can contain her glee at all.

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Roger that, Lookout. We'll be waiting."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, " Copy Recon. We'll be there at approximately 19:30 hundred hours. So don't be late. Also Thorn" a pause there "When you et back I have shot waiting." a chuckle "Recon Confirm time, and we'll see you then.""

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "1930 hours, confirmed, Lookout. We'll be there." A pause, and the sound of a gravelly chuckle matches Hale's. "And I'm looking forward t' it, Rabbit. See you at the rendezvous."

[TAC3] "Rabbit" Hale says, " Copy Recon. Lookout Out."

[TAC3] "Thorn" Komnenos says, "Be safe, Lookout. Colonial Recon, over and out."

Hale looks back towards Taters and Shaker there for a moment. A bloody real smile taken as and given as he clicks off the comlink on his end. "Alright lets get home, and let the CO know that we are indeed green for go on this bloody thing." A look over to taters "Punch us home."

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