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Danse The signal is somewhat archaic, by some standards of the multiverse. An analog voice signal, and its signal-to-noise ratio is not the greatest, as though it is having to fight through a lot of interference just to be heard. Ironically, being outdated works in its favor, as it would likely be unrecoverable if it were digital. The signal alternates between a male tone and a female one, but both seem to be requesting emergency backup, and the origin comes from this particular corner of the merged Super Earth. The reason for the interference would soon become apparent, for anyone that enters through the nearest warpgate to those coordinates:

    It's Cambridge, Massachusetts. Or, at least, one of many, and perhaps the operating term should be 'was' Cambridge. From the unremarkable alley that the warp gate emerges into, stepping out would reveal that the town itself is reduced to a shell, most buildings either boarded up in whatever catastrophe befell this place, or in various stages of neglect and collapse. Some of the more industrial ones seem relatively more intact, but the world in the vicinity seems utterly devoid of life. The skeletons perched on benches, at a corner diner, and even at the wheel of a future-retro styled automobile seem aged, leading to the conclusion that whatever happened, did so quite some time ago.

    Yet, any astute explorers would also notice signs of more recent activity, not befitting the rest. Some of the half-run-down buildings have wooden planks set up as makeshift walkways. Sleeping bags, and recent camp fires, with charred animal bones from cooking. And, most importantly, the sounds of some kind of struggle in the distance, further down the maze-like streets that the collapsed buildings have created. It sounds almost like gun shots, at a rapid clip, but there is something odd about both the cadence and the report, though with them being muffled by distance, it is hard to say exactly what.

    Also, be careful. Another recent sign of habitation is that some jerk has placed mines around the streets, perhaps in an effort to prevent whatever is currently ongoing.
Shin Tokuyama     *RING RING* *RING RING*

    That's the sound of a bicycle bell from a delivery bike straight out of Tokyo, Japan. Shin Tokuyama is here, dressed in his MgGronald's Work Uniform of black slacks, red polo-shirt and a baseball cap. He's calmly riding his bike through the streets looking at his cell phone. The 'Keep Hot' basket in front of him has a sack of food in it.

    He takes out his phone, "Are you sure you told me Cambridge? I think I'm in Detroit." He says, looking around and making his way towards the gunfire on his bike. An indistinct voice chatters back and Shin sighs, "Fine. I'm going. Geez."

    Still assuming he's in Detroit, Shin is following the GPS on his phone towards the source of the signal and pedaling his bike along calmly. The mines are carefully steered around and avoided expertly.
Kyle Katarn     The Union's long range instruments pick up that distress signal through some freak accident, sheer luck making it comprehensible. Kyle's opted to go check this out personally. His speeder bike streaks past a good couple of kilometers worth of post-apocalyptic landscape, before he reaches the settlement. This place has sustained some serious warfare in the past, and Kyle can sense the death toll was immeasurable.

    His radio has a built-in geiger counter, as it gives off an angry crackle of alarm as he moves past the odd crater or two from nuclear warheads. By the Force, this world has suffered a great deal.

    He traces the signal, already dreading what's ahead.
Rory White Rory White dislikes leaving the effective transmission range of the Odyssey, but she can't very well take it through a ground-based warp gate! And yet she deploys and plows straight on through and into Cambridge. Well...

    What's left of it.

    "Picking up abnormal levels of background radiation. I wouldn't recommend living here or consuming anything, but it's nothing I don't have the technology to treat. Yet one more advantage of metal over flesh." Rory White announces in a shivery tone.

    "Radiation patterns are slightly higher than the Courier's Mojave... what happened here?"

    Well, she wastes no time assigning one of her three Saucer drones to start heading skyward to get her a bird's eye view from a few kilometers up. The silvery disk just starts floating up, up... up...

    She doesn't, at the moment, look TOO terribly inhuman. Clearly robotic, but her form's humanoid and she's carrying gear like one. Only her face looks human and it's slightly too metallic and shiny to be QUITE right. The rest of her's a mass of sleek, humanoid machinery that occasionally bulges and shifts, as it's made of millions of tiny microbots linked together to form larger structures and alter light patterns. The end result is... well. Looks kind of Reploid-like, with long blue hair.

    Her second Saucer takes to the air, heading towards all the noise. It's a tiny thing, no bigger than a frisbee, and is easy to miss by anyone who isn't looking STRAIGHT UP. But from up there its advanced sensors quickly detect the mines and other hazards facing Rory and Kotone's approach.

    Now nervous, she skirts around the streets in odd patterns, looking around corners and checking through her available weapons. Patterns emerge on her arms, long openings peeling apart and allowing weapon barrels and other protrusions to emerge and power up. Looks like a tiny missile launcher, a laser, and... who knows what the thing that extends from her palm is. Big, wide barrel, whatever it is.
William Pauwel Will doesn't exactly have a particularly excellent set of communicators, himself. Half the time, he uses something that's stitched together from last year's Syndicate standard and an old bunny-eared radio set. But what he does have is a half-cobbled-together radio amplifier next to his (grandparents') house, hashed together out of some old satellite dishes, some scrap metal, a few miscellaneous robot bits, and a ~mysterious black cylinder~ he pulled out of a ruin that somehow drinks in radio waves like a dessicated camelox attacks a fresh rain-pool.

    And so he has come! He looks... Pretty damn near spot-on for the region, too. The tail of his longcoat scatters dust that's probably more radioactive than he's ever seen before, but fortunately, he has a PONCHO and CONVENIENT BANDANNA for just these kinds of conditions.

And what a set of conditions they are. Broken, burning ruins all around. Like the remnants of a dead civilization just up and parked itself on a desolate wasteland.

    Will Pauwel has never seen America, but he knows a set of ruins when he sees one. He knows that where there are ruins, there's almost certainly treasure. And where there's treasure, there's probably someone out to take it from somebody else. Or just bandits. Either or.

The young explorer fusses momentarily with his belt before pressing an awkward, taped-together box against the side of his head. "Hey there," he says over the radio, "I hear there was a distress call 'round these parts. Sound out so I can head over and lend a hand!"
Kotone Yamakawa So Rory had picked up a distress call so she was't too long to suit aup and deploy. She'd docked with Rory's ship boarded and left her ship in Slipbolts capable hands. She didn't take long to catch up with Rory and make for the warp gate. She was glad in her typical combat gear opting for the stealth gear and some various weapons and the matter maniplator forever on her hip. She looks human and only some really intent looking might catch something was off the lack of any real flaws and something about her eyes. She keeps moving though as she holds a SMG of some sort ready.

"Keep alert and man this is like something out of World War Three's aftermath before they cleaned it up..."
Danse With the high vantage point, of a sort, Rory would see it first, but all those approaching the source of the sounds of conflict would soon encounter the same. Focusing down onto Cambridge itself, there seems to be one area in particular that has lights that are still working, at least at a greater concentration than the others that simply seem relics that no one was around to turn off. It is a bit hard to tell from the sky, but there appear to be some kind of fortifications built, less ramshackle than the nailed together wooden planks. Humanoid shapes are converging on it, before flashes of light - laser weapons, desperately take them down. The humanoids are pacing through the streets, shambling. Those that have the misfortune to catch a glimpse from the ground would see that if they were human, they don't appear to be so any longer.

    These are feral ghouls. Any flesh they had has basically sloughed off, creating a gross and twisted outer husk that is half scab, half husk. They look like walking corpses that someone took out of the cremation oven halfway through. Some are naked -- well, not that there is any sexual characteristics left to be offended by, though some wear tattered remains of what looks like fifties and sixties America period clothing. All of them seem to be preoccupied with that distant battle, making their way toward it, though with Shin and Kyle not making a real secret of their travel, a few of them do hesitate and glance in their direction, before giving a raspy howl. This seems to rally others nearby to the cause, before they begin to shamble over. They seem to be taking their good ol' easy time about it, initially only a couple, though they keep seeming to pour out of every crevice. That's some serious Slow Zombie shit...

    Until they actually close to within lunging distance, then they suddenly hit the gear shift, and start contorting their mangled and deformed bodies in some crazy acrobatics, trying to claw, bite and scrape with any available limb!

    Besides that, though, there are some other things of note, now that Rory's effectively got both a good look, and a signal boost without the obstructions of the buildings. There are other signs of habitation, though Boston itself seems to be in the same half-wrecked shape as Cambridge, assuming that is Boston over there across the river. Fenway has...lights on? And there is a radio broadcast coming from that direction, with music. Another music station can also be heard. As well as sporadic distress beacons from seemingly every direction at once, but far less clear than either of those carriers. And, far to the southwest. Well, that must be where all that background static and bad-stuff is coming from. That bleak area is such a strong source of ionizing radiation that it looks like an aurora has formed, at the surface, of an enormous crater.

    Meanwhile, that more closeby radio transmission responds...
Kyle Katarn     The Ghouls might not even notice what comes their way, as Kyle seems to just barrel right into one of the Ferals with his Speeder bike. "AUGH!" He gets a lot of gore all over him, especially on his goggles. Making a hard stop before he collides into anything, the Jedi looks behind him to inspect his handiwork. "...oh hell."

    He hops off the bike before drawing his blaster when the Ghouls begin to charge him, trying to keep them at range while he snaps off a couple of shots at the ghouls before sensing others in need of assistance. He hops back on his bike before peeling off towards the source of that transmission over the radio.

    "Katarn here," He says over the local radio, hailing fellow Elites, "We've got a distress signal not far from here, and a lot of the locals aren't happy with visitors. Just ran into a few mutated creatures, must've been irradiated by the nuclear waste here." He says en-route.
Danse The worst part of Kyle ramming the feral ghoul is that...while it loses both its legs and an arm in the process, it is still twitching and moving, trying to claw its way forward with its one remaining arm, before finally being put out. Its glowing eyes don't close, instead only staring blankly forward, mouth slack with the jagged remains of weathered teeth showing.
Shin Tokuyama     Shin is pedaling through the city at a pretty decent clip. He's still not sure if it's Detroit or not, even if it says Cambridge in his GPS. That thing can be wrong fairly often.

    Then the ghouls start pouring out various buildings, wheezing and snarling and pasty in complection. And all trying to attack him for some reason he's not totally sure of!

    "OH NO! PASTY WHITE RIOTERS! THIS IS NEW ENGLAND AFTER ALL!" He shouts, trying to kick one of them to prevent them from grabbing at him. He'll swerve and maneuver his bike, trying to drag them over landmines without hitting them himself and blowing himself up. It's a pretty basic strategy, really.

    And he's fit enough to move at a pretty good clip.
Rory White It's a good thing that Rory can dedicate some of her attention to multiple things at once, because she immediately begins to analyze the mapping data and scan through the radio signals she can pick up and apply some filtering to. She CRINGES at the visuals of the distant crater... what IS that? She's never seen anything LIKE it.

    But oh. these ghouls.

    She HAS heard of those once. Some people in the mojave wasteland talked about them. "Those are...?!"

    As the second Saucer gets an analysis going, it marks the zombie-thing as 'Feral Ghouls(?)' and tags them as potential biohazards.

    "Those creatures... I believe they're the Ghouls we've been hearing about. They don't look individually threatening, but..." Rory's primary body's expressionless at the moment, she's too focused to bother and too forced at trying to provide tactical without distraction.

    As Shin and Kyle close in, Rory picks up speed. Her body LURCHES and shifts some mass around. Within about twenty seconds it's shifted to quadrupedal, much like a large dog or big cat. She scampers through the ruins like some kind of robo-cheetah and goes skidding for the building everyone's closing in on!

    Because if she can get there, she'll climb straight up the thing and onto its ceiling before shifting back to human-style and taking up a sniping position!
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa gets hooked into the tac net from Rory and she thinks she has some idea what's ahead she does see Ghouls and she cringes she's heard of things lke this before.

<<Oh this doesn't look good...>>

She's cloaking already iwth these things this could be a heck of an edge. She has her weapon ready and she's trying to pick up teh becons, but there's so many of them it's not looking like things are going well for whoever set them off in the first place.

Kotone will try to get ahead to a point where she can get a drop on the Feral Ghouls, she'll double check to make sure they are feral before she'll just move in to strike.
William Pauwel     So, nuclear weapons are apparently a Really Bad Thing. Will's enthusiasm dwindles rapidly as soon as he learns that EVERYTHING IS POISON. He takes a moment to wrap the bandanna extra tight around his face before proceeeding onwards, because he'd really rather not die in a place that is literally not even trying to kill him but still might anyway.

The things that ARE trying to kill him, though, are Ghouls. Or rather, the things that are trying to kill the other guys, because Will's actually doing a decent job of not making himself a big overt target today. This is mostly because Shin and Kyle are both making just ALL the noise.

    Still, Will doesn't waste time in unholstering his trusty hand-cannon. The Solano's familiar weight does wonders for his heartrate as he creeps ever closer to the telltale and utterly unmistakable sound of discharging laser weapons. Hopefully he can get into the distant barricade before being EATEN ALIVE BY ZOMBIES.

THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE THOSE BACK HOME.
Danse The ferals, though they can be quite threatening if they corner you (as those that were apparently being swarmed at the Police Station can attest), aren't quite as dangerous so long as you are able to pick them off one at a time. Kyle's blaster makes short work of these particular ones, perhaps since they all seem to be mutated pre-war civilians, if the clothing is to be believed. The ones after Shin are also easily baited into the trapped and mined corridors and alleys, the explosions blasting them apart, and leaving some of them - similar to the one Kyle slammed into earlier - alive and still twitching, but basically limbless. There doesn't seem to be any intelligence or higher strategy among them, beyond attacking things that aren't them. It is likely that they are completely mindless save for a predator instinct.

    That is likely all that Kotone needs to see to begin similarly gunning them down. As long as she remains in cover, they initially appear confused at being struck by gun fire, trying to search for the source, but it's likely they'll be brought down before they can become a threat. In their hopeless insanity, they aren't great with the whole powers of deduction thing, relying instead on more basic tools like scent, sight and hearing. Will would encounter similar amounts of resistance. All they seem to do is stalk, then charge at him -- though admittedly, they are quite good at the latter, their seeming clumsiness something of an illusion, and actually making them harder to hit, as they screech out in that chain smoker's scratch.

    Regardless, the party eventually makes it to the barricades around the Cambridge Police Station, through whatever means and at whatever speed they can manage. For Rory, speed seems to attract the feral's attention all the more, but they can't hope to keep up with that, and taking to the rooftop leaves them even more at a disadvantage. The roof of the Police Station is flat and clear of debris, seeming to have been host to a helipad in happier(*) times. If she can spare the distraction from the zombies attacking, she might notice that the antenna array of the station is intact, or rather, has been recently repaired. Not that she or the others closing in would now need it to hear or see what is going on, or to converse with the ones in need of assistance:

    First of all, there is one figure that can be seen on top of a walkway on the barricades, in light combat armor. They are, it is noteworthy, not moving, and presumably are already deceased. A laser rifle rests against their body, still half-clutched in their death grip, with several microfusion cells strewn about them as they had tried to frantically reload, presumably before the dead feral ghoul similarly sprawled across their legs did them in. There are three still moving, however, behind the barricades; another man in the light power armor is sitting propped up against the doorway of the station, firing shots as best he can, but he is quite visibly, and seriously, wounded. He is being tended to as best as possible by a young woman in what looks like militarized camping gear, presumably the female voice that had been heard.

    And lastly, there is a metal behemoth of a figure that had been doing most of the heavy lifting on the defense before the arrival of the Elites. With a laser rifle in its hands, it stops firing only when more of the ferals that keep pouring out from Cambridge and overrunning the defenses close into range, when they get a bash of the rifle butt, or a swing of a power-armored elbow, in response. While he can't spare a glance to the others, he does seem to note their arrival, as he calls out through the speaker on the power armor's helmet, "Glad you could make it. We're a man down and these ferals keep pouring in." He'll save the lecture on the Synth for when all of their continued existence isn't in mortal danger.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle does a few things in the following that are gonna be ridiculous.

    1: He leaps, LEAPS off of his bike and onto the barricade itself, before he focuses his hand over towards WIlliam as the Chaser begins to awkwardly scramble his way over the wall. With the Force, he begins to concentrate until WIlliam is hoisted, the levitating Chaser overing over the barricade before he gently lands on the ground where the Brotherhood are currently located.

    2: He does another leap, a deceptively graceful one at that, before he lands in a three-point stance in front of Paladin Danse, hunched over to a knee while he grabs the hilt on his belt. "Kyle Katarn, New Republic and Union Elite Forces at your service." He introduces himself tersely before the switch on his weapon is flicked.

    3: And then, he cuts a Feral Ghoul in half with a laser sword, moving impossibly fast or a mid-thirties man of a stocky, athletic build like his. Lightsaber in hand, he begins to charge the horde of Ghouls, the Force guiding his steps while he remains light on his feet should he need to dodge a swipe or bite.

    This is not Kyle Katarn, the soldier, at work. This is Kyle Katarn, the Jedi Knight.
Shin Tokuyama     *RING RING* *RING RING*

    Shin's delivery bicycle eventually makes it to Police Station. Shin, laid back and self-survival-assured guy that he is seems pretty blasé about the incredibly deadly situation that he's found himself in. It might be why the store likes to send him out on deliveries to dangerous areas that no one else will go to.

    "Dude, your phone order was REALLY garbled," Shin says, getting off his bike and heading over towards the big armored man that looks like he's in charge of the joint, "But I think we got it right."

    He takes a paper bag out of his delivery satchel, "I have one...Spicy Fire Fries." Probably from the word 'Firefight', "And a... King Cheese..." Taking casualties, "And a large Calpico." CAmbridge POLIce station.

    "That'll be 1500 yen. Or equivalent in local currency."

    After a pause, Shin adds, "So what's with this riot? Did a local sports team win? Or lose? Or I don't really know why Americans riot, really. You gaijin are nuts."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa confirms the ghouls are feral and she sees what she's got to do she opens fire, and keeps moving about slowly to not sit in the same area. She's trying to just stop these thing and there's no real guilt? After all the minds of these people have long checked out and there's little she can do. She does operate by one rule though? Never sit still, which she operates on she almost daning her way through it and covers will as best she can. The comm chatter goes rpaidly but she's also keeping her own systems primed to pick up other incoming theats.

She does spy someone in a power suit and damn the thg looks rudgged nd powerful.

"Sorry we're late, just got your call it was a pain getting past the radation, also you got some serious hardware here. Who are you?"

A suit like that would need maitance and that means someone's got the mind and resources to keep such gear operational.
Rory White Getting up on top of the station's not hard at all for Rory, as her hands and feet shift shape and gain structures on them similar to a gecko's feet. UP she goes at tremendous speeds and onto the roof, which gives her a great opportunity to spring up to a standing position again, and extend a hand. Once again her weapons come into view, this time an incredibly thin missile launcher. One might question where she's keeping the AMMO for this thing, but the answer's actually really simple.

    Her Matter Manipulator really is a game changer.

    Nevertheless, these missiles are tiny, no wider than a quarter. Nevertheless, she lets loose a few! At this range there's no chance of guiding them, they just fly straight down into the swarm of ghouls that were chasing her and...

    KABOOOOOOOM.

    With a click-whirr that weapon vanishes back into her arm and another emerges from the other, this one... is a laser. A military-grade heavy laser that draws its power from her Flexbot's main batteries.

    And contrary to the science of Danse's world, this laser is invisible. Except where she aims at a few of the heads of ghouls ambling for the barricade, those far from other people. THERE the laser light - a vivid blue-violet - shines on their heads for a few moments, somehow tracking them despite the wobbling, shambling, ungainly shuffling...

    It's heat. Pure heat. Enough to ignite that dry, tough... whatever the heck they're now made of on the outside. Hot enough to boil water - no, SUPERHEAT it.

    In short, ghoul heads a-splode.

    Probably best to not get too close to that...
William Pauwel     It looks like the ghouls aren't just about to let Will through completely unscathed! But then... They're human, aren't they? Or at least they look human enough. He trains the business end of his gun at them, the Solano's plasmaic core coruscating with brilliant, arcing energies. "D-don't move," he stammers, his aim darting between each of the shambling, dessicated husks.

They're going so slow, he can afford to take his time, right?

Wrong.

    As soon as one gets into range, it breaks into a loping, wild run. Will's voice goes up in a harsh yell as the thing rolls into him, dodging between bolts of white-hot plasma. Its claws rake across his chest, tearing into the fabric of his undershirt. Sparks fly as the creature's talons scrape against the strange, black armor beneath, but light turns to blood as they dig a long gash across his midsection.

The other ghouls swarm in as his hand goes to clutch at his bleeding belly. Is this the end!?

No, because Kyle Katarn is a big damn hero and flings Will up and over the barricade in the nick of time.

    The Chaser lands behind the fortifications, groaning as he drops to a knee. Will's breaths are unsteady and shaken, he opens an eye to peek down at his wound--

    It's... Not too bad. The armor and the leathers took most of it. Will grunts as he forces himself up and sets up just behind the goliath in the power armor. He can afford to gawk at it later. Right now...

He glances over towards the other, more injured of the three natives. Right now he's really glad he got out of that one better than that guy.

    But there's a whole bunch of things to shoot, and they only have so many guns. "Where did these varmints crawl out from!?" Will yells over the din as he takes aim. The Solano's barrel roars and shrieks as it fires, unleashing slugs of plasma that are less bullets and more spheres of blue-white fire, arcing lightning and incendiary wind. Each shot is aimed for a leg, an ankle or a skull.

The Solano doesn't exactly leave all that much as its shots pass.
Danse Some kind of laser weapon which is focused as a beam. A manner of photon scimitar. A 'light saber', if you will. While he cannot currently afford to be distracted, Danse's power armor helmet does turn ever so slightly, somewhat in response to the physics-defying movements that Kyle is able to pull off, with Will in tow, but also to that weapon. The closest thing in this world are some of the blades that pre-war robots (droids?) were equipped with, or rumors of some kind of photon edged shenanigans that were being tested far out West. Regardless of how curious the weapon is, its effectiveness at melee range against feral ghouls isn't in doubt. "Paladin Danse, Brotherhood of Steel," comes a response in kind, both to Katarn, Kotone, and in general.

    At least you finally have a name to this group, now. Though it's hard to say how big of a group it is, when there are only three apparent members, and one dead one. We'll get to that soon enough, though. For the time being, Danse levels his laser rifle at yet more ferals that break through the barrier. He never seems to grow panicked, especially now with the added support, it is almost business-like. One of the ferals struck by the beam is reduced to a pile of smoldering ash, his precious pack of cigs from before the war present within the dust. Some people just can't give up the habit, apparently.

    An extremely momentary lull in the action allows Danse to glance quizzically at Shin. Or, at least, one presumes it's a quizzical look, it is difficult to tell a facial expression on this storm trooper-looking T-60 helmet. "...yen? You want filthy Communist money? Most of the wastelanders prefer caps." After that moment is over, however, he kicks at a pile of equipment, kicking up a laser pistol and offering it over. "We'll take the supply, but right now we need another gun." There is just a trace of distaste as he notes, "As we are now, we can't exactly refuse even a mercenary." Seems the misunderstanding goes both ways.

    Kotone would find the feral ghouls still filtering in, but they don't seem to change tactics. Their numbers do seem to be slightly thinning with the fire support of all the Elites coming in, though. Unlike the cobbled together pieces of 'civilization' that were present in the rest of Cambridge, the barricades here seem to have been assembled of relatively new parts, which would lend further credibility to the assumption that there must be at least some kind of maintenance and manufacturing capability, still intact. Regardless, just keep shooting!
Danse Like Rory is doing. More ghouls arrive, more ghouls get destroyed by someone they can't even reach. They haven't quite mastered climbing yet -- don't give them any ideas. Like some of the other, the explosions don't really kill them, so much as dismember them, leaving them still grotesquely alive. It's probably good to finish the job with the laser. The concept of a non-visible beam (at least, on its track) isn't *quite* alien to this world, thanks to things like microwave guns having been a thing in the Capital Wasteland, but it's still yet another unusual piece of the puzzle of why the hell a Synth, or something like one, is coming to his aide.

    With the numbers dwindling, Will finishes off what is about the last of them, it seems like. They respond about how one would expect, though something odd about Rory and Will's weaponry that might be down to a quirk of either feral ghoul, or the local physics, is that on occassion their target is left in ash piles. Eventually, though, there's no more scampering sounds and hollering coming from closeby, anyway. Once all the dust settles and the ears stop ringing from the din of battle, it leaves only the more normal background sounds of the Commonwealth: Surprisingly non-mutated crows (figures THEY would escape unscathed), cawing as they comb through debris on the roads. Distant, apparently more standard gun shots, hinting that Boston is practically a war zone in pockets beside just this one. And, of course, the creaking of buildings that are two centuries past inspection.

    "Looks like that's the last of them. Scribe Haylen." The young woman that had been crouched over the wounded man in the back stands up at full attention, "Sir!" "See to this one," obviously indicating Will. If no ruckus is raised, she goes over to administer an antibiotic spray, and apply a dressing after cleansing the wound. Ow, that's going to sting, considering how deep the gash is, and she says as much, "Just try to bear with it. Trust me, you don't want the kind of infections we see around the Commonwealth."

    Addressing the group as a whole, next, Danse continues, "The soldier in the back is Knight Rhys. Knight Keane didn't make it -- his deeds will be recorded with honor." After a few more moments, Danse finally removes the helmet. Hey, there was a man under all that metal, after all! "The police station wasn't our first choice for an outpost, but this assignment has seen a string of...setbacks. It's no wonder that the Commonwealth has claimed so many of our recon teams." A glance is given around, and while he knows nothing of the multiverse at large yet, he already gets a sense that some of these strangers aren't locals. "--you all are?"
Shin Tokuyama     "That's China, you racist. I'm Japanese," Shin corrects angrily, wagging a finger at Danse and holding up the bag of food, "But fine, you're not gonna pay until your riot is broken up. Gimme just a second."

    Late to the fight, but not uncontributing, Shin plots the bag of fast food down into the basket of his bike and takes off his hat, "Pain in my ass racist bullshit goddamn sick of this riot..." He murmurs. He takes off his work shirt, since damaging that on company time is also a pain and comes out of his paycheck. Wearing just the tanktop underneath it, he flexes a bit and sighs.

    "DRAGON'S..." He slides forward, springing towards incoming hoard of the 'rioters'. He's gonna fight them barehanded. Or so it would seem. At the last second, he curves his body down and thrusts his fist into the ground instead, "...ROAR!" There's a conical explosion of flame and ki in front of him that immediately chars everything caught in it to ashes before receding.

    With the others handing the rest of the riot, Shin goes to put his shirt and his hat back on, tucking the shirt into his black slacks. Then he holds up the bag of food to Danse, "YOU PAY NOW. 1500 Yen. 15 Dollars. 13 Euros. 15 Credits."

    When asked his name, he points at the nametag on his shirt and says, "Shin Tokuyama. Wandering Protagonist."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa says "Kotone Yamawaka Good to meety you Paladin Danse."

The woman has since decloaked but she sees there's more comming it doesn't take long for her to vanish into the air, much like a local Stealth Boy might do but she's able to fight for a much longer period whild cloaked it seems. She's moving to take it too the ghouls with her SMG doing quite a bit of damage but it seems finally the last of them are down and once more she decloaks and comes bac t the group. She grins for a moment at him.

"We're not from this world, I'm afraid....some stuff has happened and you all likely need to hear it."

She looks over to Shin and just stares.

"What next calling your self Hiro Protagonist, Shin?"

Kotone seems slightly amused but her look turns to be serious.

"Your world has been connected to others just as all of our homes have been. So can I ask just what is this region called before we go on?
Kyle Katarn     Kyle doesn't seem too badly injured. His clothes are sturdier than they look as he slices up several of the Ghouls. Once they all fall, he extinguishes his lightsaber before clipping the weapon to his belt, approaching Danse with a hand to offer. A traditional show of manly respect, and such. "That was...interesting, to say the least. You're welcome, in any case."

    He looks confused as Danse protests the demands of FILTHY COMMIE CURRENCY, and SHun's indignant reaction to it as well. Shaking his head, he just remains focused on more pertinent affairs. Rory can help patch up Rhys, he imagines, but right now the best Kyle himself can do is work with cleanup. "Yeah, we ran into several packs of these things on the way. I can't imagine how it must be on you guys." He offers a tone of sympathy, but only just a pinch of it. Macho Soldier Logic doesn't allow more than the mildest of emotions after all. "If your people need further help, I'm sure we can work something out in the future. THe Union specializes in this sort of thing after all." The synth suspicions might make playing nice slightly awkward, but Kyle figures this Brotherhood can be helped in an arm's reach sort of manner hopefully.
William Pauwel That's... A lot of firepower. As usual, the sheer amount of Gun that the multiverse has at its disposal is all too plain to see. The Solano's barrel hisses as it cools, leaking a fine mist of hyper-energized charged particles. Will breathes a long sigh and lets himself fall back against the outside walls of the police station.

And then Shin Tokuyama fucking Bakuenjin's the remaining ghouls, because why not.

    Will doesn't pay that much attention, mostly on account of the awful, dull ache in his belly and the bloodstain rapidly swallowing up his white undershirt. Maybe... It was a bit deeper than he thought it was.

    Will looks up as Haylen approaches and manages a weak smile. "H-hey, glad y'all made it through just fine. What'm I gonna bear n-nnnooow!" His body seizes when she deploys the spray. That really stings! It stings bad! Will's jaw locks and his teeth grit tight! But she's also bandaging the wound, so...

So that's probably good.

"T-thanks," he manages, "That... That really smarts, but s' better than the alternative, right?"

    Will glances up to the Paladin, his eyes dissecting the power armor like it were halfway between a puzzlebox and a centerfold. "That's some fancy gear," he chuckles, raising a hand in a mild wave. "Name's Will Pauwel. I'm a Chaser-- an explorer, and an archaeologist, I guess? Good to meet you, sir."
Rory White "Coming down, excuse me!" Rory announces politely to the group as the ghoul assault finally comes to an end. And she means it, because she just leaps clear off the roof and down into the barricaded zone a good fifteen feet from anyone else. because he impact does kick up a bit of dust and both feet crack through whatever's left of the pavement. Despite that, she's entirely uninjured by this manuever.

    The humanshape flexbot rises, a hand coming up to brush hair out of her view and over a shoulder.

    "Rory White of the Argonauts, friends with Kotone here! Afraid I haven't heard of the Brotherhood of Steel, but I'm happy to hear there's still some advanced organizations in this wasteland. What my recon drone's seeing is... not promising."

    After getting that out, she shakes her head sadly... then bows her head Danse's way.

    "If there's any reconstruction efforts I'm very interested in lending some aid. My dimension's Earth is in... WORSE condition."
Danse Shin's demonstration of power does, somewhat belatedly, earn him an odd second glance. That, and Kyle's shenanigans earlier, makes it clear that Danse is probably dealing with at least some mutants. But, at a minimum, those two look mostly human. The thing, funny enough, that catches Danse off guard the most is that Shin is Japanese. "I'd heard stories of some Japanese remnants out West, but I never expected to meet..." He stops himself mid-sentence, perhaps finding himself on the verge of rambling about things that ultimately aren't important, which would not befit his place as a senior officer of the Brotherhood. "You fulfilled your end of the bargain. Very well, Shin Tokuyama." With this, Danse reaches over to that same pile from before, with the power armor's remote-operated hand -- that he nonetheless operates as deftly as though it were his own. When he returns to facing Shin, it's to drop 150 Nuka-Cola bottle caps into his hand. "I'm not certain of the currency conversions, but this seems like the going rate you're after." Hey, he did say local equivalents! And the Mojave is always out there somewhere.

    Kotone is next on the list. She doesn't trigger his Synth Sensibilities quite as much as Rory does, but there is still enough about her to make him feel uneasy, somehow. There's also the fact that what she says is a little difficult to process, especially fresh off fighting for his life, with the channeled adrenaline still flowing. "I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say, but I suspect it will make sense in time. This is the Commonwealth. Before the war, and redistricting, it was called Massachusetts. You're standing in what remains of Cambridge, right now." There is just a slight bit less personability with Kotone, but it's easy to mistake for his normal business-like dealings, for the moment. "Raiders and Supermutants have taken up residence in most of the defensible locations. Feral ghouls, as you saw, linger in much of the rest. It's not safe, but for now, it's what our team has."

    Glances are exchanged between Danse and Kyle and Will, respectively. Ironically, out of those that responded, Will is the visibly least out of place to him. He even brought his own plasma weapon -- though what a civilian is doing with such a thing, tsk... Not that he can argue, with the current state of affairs. He also gives that somewhat more distant look to Rory again. She looks somewhat like one of those damnable Gen 1-to-2 Synths, but, different. And then the 'different worlds' thing starts to truly click in his mind. It doesn't quite cause him to warm up to the idea of something that so closely mimics a human but falls just short, but at least he isn't shooting his laser. "Union? You're all definitely from 'out of town', then. The federal government essentially dissolved as an entity over two-hundred years ago." Well, except certain elements of it, that hopefully are a distant memory.

    "A 'Chaser'. Sounds like what the locals would call a scavver. If you're all interested to help, then I do have something I need help with." As Rhys is escorted inside by Haylen, once she finishes with Will, he snaps his head back over and digs his foot in, "You're not seriously thinking of trusting these people with 'that'?" A sharp look is given in return, from Danse, and that causes Rhys to back down, even if he doesn't look happy about it. The Paladin continues, after, "As I said earlier, we're a recon team, but we can't fulfill our duty if our communications aren't sufficient. Scribe Haylen was able to fix the station's radio transmitter, but it isn't strong enough to cut through the ambient interference from the Glowing Sea."

    He tries to make it short and sweet. "I won't blame you for leaving us here. You owe us nothing. If you're onboard, however, we've located a piece of technology closeby that should fix our transmitter problems for good. Take all the time you need. There's some supplies and sleeping bags in the station, too, if you need them. It's
Danse He tries to make it short and sweet. "I won't blame you for leaving us here. You owe us nothing. If you're onboard, however, we've located a piece of technology closeby that should fix our transmitter problems for good. Take all the time you need. There's some supplies and sleeping bags in the station, too, if you need them. It's the least we can offer."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa did not mean to dump too much on Danse and his comrades but it looks like she has. She focuses on the location.

"So part of what used to be America? Thank you now I have a little bit better of an idea of things where we are. If she notices the tone? She gives no sign of it, she's had to deal with worse back home. She's thankful that's all she's getting honestly.

"Raiders I get, Super Mutants? Seriously? Just from the name and how your talking about them? They sound like bad news given the gear and training all of you seem to have."

Kotone pauses for a moment as she looks about for a moment.

"I'm a mechanic and vechile designer who fell into Adventuring for lack of a better term though."

She politely does not comment on some of Danse comrades they seem to be troubled and honestly? She can get that.

"I"m game to help."
Rory White "Very out of town. I'll be glad to fill you in on details, sir. Would help if there's something I can transfer the data packages to... but for the short term, I'm just glad this palce is safe for now. Those... those poor souls..."

    Did she VAPORIZE a few f them? A quick check ito her logs reveals that yes, in the confusion, she did.

    Rory blinks a few times, a rather human expression of bewildered confusion. 'Buh?'

    "That heavy radiation's likely to interfere with whatever I bring in. Physics here... can't expect them to be what I'm used to." She frowns a little.

    "Without my ship here, there isn't much I can offer except what few drones I brought... a short trip and I can ready some more resources, but... whatever this local tech is will probably be more useful than something that isn't even compatible with what I saw on the roof." Another shake of the head.

    "The Argonauts and Reclaimers would love a chance to study this planet, but... it looks like holding any kind of territory comes with lethal challenges..."