GESB: Operation Cocoa Puffs

[Myitt]

"You can try digging around what passes for my quarters in this thing, it's through the second door and on your left.  I might have a hat or something hanging around," says Myitt.  She chews on her lip, distracted by the task of landing the fighter on the roof of the supermarket her shipboard computer pinpointed.  With a small jolt the invisible, leglike landing gears settle onto the tar roof surface, gusts of hot air waving the trees around nearby--but there is otherwise no other evidence of a UFO landing.  The roof is large enough to fit several other ships, although some space is taken up by a number of rectangular ventilation shafts.  Outside it's hot and there's still a bit of daylight left, sending waves up off the baking tar.

"Australia," she says thoughtfully.  "We've never been.  This should be interesting."  She grins back at Breekan and Cutter, then contacts the other ships to make sure they've all landed safely someplace nearby.  "Ready to go?" 

[Breekan1]

Breekan digs through Myitt's things for a bit, eventually digging up a black ski mask. He activates the suit's cooling system as he slips it on though it's still stuffy and claustrophobic. He reemerges in the ****pit, shrugging. "It doesn't exactly seem seasonal, but I don't see why this shouldn't work. This mask doesn't have any ceremonial significance I should worry about, does it?"

[Myitt]

Myitt sets about gathering a few things from storage, including a few extra portable detonators, and she double checks her Dracon's power level.  When she walks back out she stops short as Breekan explains himself.

"Uh, yeah, Breek, you might not want to wear a mask like that.  First of all, it's very hot out there, you'll broil.  Second, yeah, humans tend to look upon people wearing black ski masks in broad daylight in a shopping center as um...criminals intent upon shooting the place up.  There wasn't a baseball cap or anything back there?  I'm sure Tara's got something...whateve r, just try not to look conspicuous, and take that thing off."

[Shenmue654]

((Okay fine. Mar will post.    ))

Mar has been floating on the bridge for most of this trip, but he is difficult to detect in this state if he does not want to be seen. A slight smirk crosses Mar's face. It is by far one of my more useful tricks. Now let's see...

Mar glances over the bridge and rolls his eyes. We've got the semi-volatile servant of Crayak, space pirates, my dear Precious, the Allied pilot, the once-powerful Yeerk general with much going on in his mind, and the cute little firecracker named Ardiss. None of them a threat now, but several likely to be under the wrong circumstances. ...I am getting bored. I might as well make myself known to those who can see me. It would come out with Breekan eventually.

Mar then slowly fades into view with his "hand" touching Myitt's shoulder. He looks like...well, like a bizarre black remnant of his previous mortal shape, with some definitely unpleasant fiery undertones. He's not very clearly defined.  "Hello, Precious."

[Darth Revan]

((Oh fine, I guess an elemental wraith made of pure energy is beneath Mar's notice. No, I get it, I'm just a tag-along. *sniff* :'( j/k

Gaz, have we landed yet?))

[Gaz]

(oh yeah! lol)

"All right, folks," Gaz announced, "we're here."

Gaz stood up, and as much as she didn't like it, she took off and left her trademark hat. She also made her gun less conspicuous. She didn't care if people stared at her manner of dress. To be truthful, she didn't have anything else.

"What's the plan of action?" she asked in the communicator.

[Darth Revan]

Thordon stood ready to leave at a moment's notice.

[Myitt]

Their trusted pilot sits briefly at the controls and opens the exterior hatch, letting some of the hot, dry air into the cool, conditioned cabin.  Then the last thing she wants to hear--that wretched thing's voice, in her ear or in her head or otherwise too close for comfort.  Myitt freezes, almost literally, as the sudden grip on her shoulder is quite cold.  She swallows, then closes her eyes, like a kid too scared to look in her closet. 

"Please, someone tell me they can see Mar standing right next to me, right now," she says, struggling to keep her voice calm, although her hands are trembling on the manual controls.  Why?  Why was this creep making her so screwed up?  It was infuriating!  She cautiously opens an eye, wincing to look over her shoulder.

[Breekan1]

"Sack sandwich!" Breekan exclaims, more than a little taken aback. "Can't you give us some sort of warning before you beam in like that? I nearly had a heart attack." He peels the ski mask off his face, opting for a baseball cap, as per Myitt's suggestion. "Also, is it just me, or do you suddenly look a bit more, well, evil?"

[Myitt]

Myitt shakily punches one of the controls.  "We're..." She sucks in a breath and continues.  "We're all set.  You can disembark, but be careful not to let anyone see you emerge from thin air.  Um.  Just...just give me a sec, okay?" 

She turns and glares at Mar, the cold spreading from her shoulder and deep into her human guts.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?  Get your hand off me.  I can't play games here, Mar." 

<Yeah, make him stop, I feel like I just swallowed a pint of ice cream,> Tara groans.

[Chad32]

"What is going on in there?" Temrash asked, hearing what was going on over the comm link. "Is Mar there? I thought we left him back at the Bar? I guess now he's turned into a creepy stalker guy."

[Gaz]

"Is there something going on over there?" Gaz asked over the comm.

[Breekan1]

"Turned into?" Breekan sneers. "Yeah, he- it? is here. And being creepy. Possibly creepier." He frowns, the prickling of hairs hidden under his hologram. He wasn't quite sure just how peaceful Mar was, but he was certain he didn't want to pay the price of a confrontation. He found the demon's goals too murky to predict, comforted only by its strange fascination with pleasing Myitt.

[Shenmue654]

Mar slowly draws his hand off Myitt's shoulder, his near-freezing temperature rather complicating his proximity to her. Myitt briefly strokes her hair with a twisted smile on his face but then lets it go, stepping back a bit. "Oh I'm just here to play with you, sweetie. Nothing bad. I made an important promise to you, after all. And promises among my kind must be kept...in one form or another." Mar chuckles a bit at this last statement.

Mar paces about the ship lightly, glancing about it, then turning his gaze toward Breekan. Mar's expression is unreadable but very odd. "A son of Crayak, are you? Hmn. I suppose it's not really my problem, but do be careful with yourself. And as for the wraith...see to it that you protect Myitt. You seem quite strong for a peacemonger."

((Don't worry, I didn't forget about you Parker. ; )  Thordon is awesome. ))

[Darth Revan]

(( Thanks, I'm rather proud of him. ))

Thordon heard Mar's request over Gaz's comm. He replied, "You have my word."