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Makita steps through the door into the only room in the building with four walls still standing. There's a small hole in the floor leading to the old lobby below. In one corner there is a stack of ammo and ration bars.
The room is checked carefully, to make sure that nothing has been disturbed. Satisfied that no one has been in here since she left, Makita turns to see if Miho followed her through. She has, having had no trouble with Bar over the use of someone else's door, and is standing a few feet into the room, looking about curiously. She'd had no idea what to expect, so she is neither relieved nor disappointed by the surroundings. If anything, it reminds her of some of the more run-down parts of Basin City, where the buildings had simply been left to rot.
She stands easily, although alert, waiting for instruction. This is Makita's turf - she's in charge.
Makita nods at Miho and picks up a small communicator from the pile of gear in order to check the time. It's the same time as when she left, which means command will expect her to grab at least a couple hours of sleep. That should give her plenty of time to give Miho a quick briefing.
"We're in Bahamut, capital city of Nogorka. When the Reds invaded, they destroyed all the city's infrastructure, so we don't have water or anything, and we only have power where we can keep generators running. We've been fighting, and dying ever since." She frowns, having no visual aids may make this a bit more difficult. "The standard Red trooper wears light armor and carries a Hook." There's not a good way to describe Hooks, so she'll wait until Miho can see one in action.
"You can engage a Hook at close range without any problems. The ones you'll need to be worried about are the Hailers. They carry 5mm autocannons, the farther away from them you are, the better." A moment of thought and then, "Sometimes the Reds drop Krawls into a combat zone. You'll hear them coming, they're big and armored." She tilts her head, "I don't think anyone will ask about you, though I will need a name if I'm going to tell them we're together." Makita sits back to see if Miho has any questions.
She doesn't, at least, nothing that won't be answered within the first split second of combat. Makita had a question for her, though, and one that really deserved an answer. After all, it would hardly be useful if she failed to respond because she'd forgotten what name she was supposed to be using. There are times when words are still useful, it would seem.
"It's Miho," she says, quietly, voice a little rusty. "Although if that's too. . . anachronistic here, suggest something else."
Makita grins, "'Miho' works.
"I'm currently assigned as an independent operator for the Elders. Mostly I do recon, but I get called in to assist teams that are pinned down or to hit encroaching squads from the side." Makita grins, "I haven't been getting much sleep, but with you around maybe I can afford to sleep some."
Miho nods. Just because she gave her name, doesn't mean she's about to start talking - but perhaps the odd thing might come out. If it's really worth saying. Perhaps. Her eyes flick to the hole in the floor, and she looks back at Makita, lifting an eyebrow. What's the plan?
Makita follows Miho's gaze, and grins. "We've still got a couple of hours before they'll call on me for anything. We're in the middle of the old industrial sector now. It's generally considered to be under our control, so we don't have a lot of forces here, which is why we do routine recon sweeps. C'mon, I'll show you around."
And with that she walks over to the hole, pokes her head through, and then drops through to the floor below. Miho follows, after a moment, dropping neatly and noiselessly onto the ground. Rubber-soled boots and perfect balance make silence easy.
Makita is quiet, but not silent. The lobby they are standing in is covered in snow that has blown in through the holes in the front wall. Makita leads the way across the street to a high-rise with an in-tact fire escape and begins climbing. The view from the top should provide them with a clear idea of what most of the area looks like.
Miho is used to being on the roofs - she prefers it. She likes to take her time, pick her moment - and where better to do that when you're high above the action. Man might be a highly evolved creature, but we have never really come down from the treetops. Danger comes from below, or on the same plane - not from above. Man rarely looks up. So, she has no qualms about following Makita up the fire escape - she's happy to be above the streets.
Once on the roof, Makita begins pointing out areas of interest. The old battery factory, the Protokol shell plant, the park... Makita frowns, there's something about the park. She pulls up a pair of field glasses and scowls, "There's a Red squad setting up in the park. Looks like mortars." She's already planning her route from the roof to the park as she turns to Miho, "You ready for a little mayhem?"
The little samurai nods, grinning. She's always ready for a little fun and games - Makita will get to know this, soon enough. For now, though, she's still following the younger girl's lead. Makita knows what's going on, after all. Makita leads the way down, approaching the park from a direction that'll put a wall between them and the Reds.
The room is checked carefully, to make sure that nothing has been disturbed. Satisfied that no one has been in here since she left, Makita turns to see if Miho followed her through. She has, having had no trouble with Bar over the use of someone else's door, and is standing a few feet into the room, looking about curiously. She'd had no idea what to expect, so she is neither relieved nor disappointed by the surroundings. If anything, it reminds her of some of the more run-down parts of Basin City, where the buildings had simply been left to rot.
She stands easily, although alert, waiting for instruction. This is Makita's turf - she's in charge.
Makita nods at Miho and picks up a small communicator from the pile of gear in order to check the time. It's the same time as when she left, which means command will expect her to grab at least a couple hours of sleep. That should give her plenty of time to give Miho a quick briefing.
"We're in Bahamut, capital city of Nogorka. When the Reds invaded, they destroyed all the city's infrastructure, so we don't have water or anything, and we only have power where we can keep generators running. We've been fighting, and dying ever since." She frowns, having no visual aids may make this a bit more difficult. "The standard Red trooper wears light armor and carries a Hook." There's not a good way to describe Hooks, so she'll wait until Miho can see one in action.
"You can engage a Hook at close range without any problems. The ones you'll need to be worried about are the Hailers. They carry 5mm autocannons, the farther away from them you are, the better." A moment of thought and then, "Sometimes the Reds drop Krawls into a combat zone. You'll hear them coming, they're big and armored." She tilts her head, "I don't think anyone will ask about you, though I will need a name if I'm going to tell them we're together." Makita sits back to see if Miho has any questions.
She doesn't, at least, nothing that won't be answered within the first split second of combat. Makita had a question for her, though, and one that really deserved an answer. After all, it would hardly be useful if she failed to respond because she'd forgotten what name she was supposed to be using. There are times when words are still useful, it would seem.
"It's Miho," she says, quietly, voice a little rusty. "Although if that's too. . . anachronistic here, suggest something else."
Makita grins, "'Miho' works.
"I'm currently assigned as an independent operator for the Elders. Mostly I do recon, but I get called in to assist teams that are pinned down or to hit encroaching squads from the side." Makita grins, "I haven't been getting much sleep, but with you around maybe I can afford to sleep some."
Miho nods. Just because she gave her name, doesn't mean she's about to start talking - but perhaps the odd thing might come out. If it's really worth saying. Perhaps. Her eyes flick to the hole in the floor, and she looks back at Makita, lifting an eyebrow. What's the plan?
Makita follows Miho's gaze, and grins. "We've still got a couple of hours before they'll call on me for anything. We're in the middle of the old industrial sector now. It's generally considered to be under our control, so we don't have a lot of forces here, which is why we do routine recon sweeps. C'mon, I'll show you around."
And with that she walks over to the hole, pokes her head through, and then drops through to the floor below. Miho follows, after a moment, dropping neatly and noiselessly onto the ground. Rubber-soled boots and perfect balance make silence easy.
Makita is quiet, but not silent. The lobby they are standing in is covered in snow that has blown in through the holes in the front wall. Makita leads the way across the street to a high-rise with an in-tact fire escape and begins climbing. The view from the top should provide them with a clear idea of what most of the area looks like.
Miho is used to being on the roofs - she prefers it. She likes to take her time, pick her moment - and where better to do that when you're high above the action. Man might be a highly evolved creature, but we have never really come down from the treetops. Danger comes from below, or on the same plane - not from above. Man rarely looks up. So, she has no qualms about following Makita up the fire escape - she's happy to be above the streets.
Once on the roof, Makita begins pointing out areas of interest. The old battery factory, the Protokol shell plant, the park... Makita frowns, there's something about the park. She pulls up a pair of field glasses and scowls, "There's a Red squad setting up in the park. Looks like mortars." She's already planning her route from the roof to the park as she turns to Miho, "You ready for a little mayhem?"
The little samurai nods, grinning. She's always ready for a little fun and games - Makita will get to know this, soon enough. For now, though, she's still following the younger girl's lead. Makita knows what's going on, after all. Makita leads the way down, approaching the park from a direction that'll put a wall between them and the Reds.
