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Rade watched Azreal leave with Strifer and nodded, those two could take care of themselves. Meanwhile however, there was the matter of what Rade would be assigned to do. "and what plans do you have for me?" Rade said speaking up, "Guarding the HQ perhaps?" his impatience was obvious and the annoyance seeped from his tounge like saliva.

"Yes Sir!" Wielder said. "Here, hop through this. It'll take us right to the hangar with SERVER1," He told Xeg and Gear as he opened a portal to the hangar. The three ran through the portal and kept running towards the black Stealth Jet known as SERVER1. Wielder hit a button on a control panel nearby, opening up the entrance in the back. As the team boarded the craft, Wielder hit another button on a control panel inside the plane to close the hatch.

SERVER1 was one of the three SRVR Jets, created by the Mercenary League's R&D Team. The Stealth Reconnaissance Engagement Vicious Enemy Ripper was a recent invention, still in production when Gear had sounded the Omega-level alarm, and was successful in all its goals on its very first test. It had a number of weapons available for use, each concealed within the craft, as well as an advanced form of energy shielding protecting the craft. The most advanced weapon on it was another recent R&D Production, the Rapid-Fire Railgun, or RFR. Capable of firing at 110 Rounds per minute, it had the ability to punch through almost a half-mile of concrete, leaving only a hole of its size behind it. It's hull was made of special Radar Absorbing Materials, or RAM, and was made to be as sleek and smooth as possible. Only available for Beta-Ranked missions and above, it was virtually undetectable by radar, giving off only the radar signature of a bug from a distance of about 2 miles. Production took one and a half months to produce a single one of these craft, and they cost a very shiny penny.

As the hatch closed on SERVER1, Wielder took his spot as Copilot. Gear went through and configured the ship for the mission at hand, while Xeg sat down in the weaponry control seat, better known as the Gunner's Pit. As Wielder began to engage the engines and power the plane up, he explained the controls of the Gunner's Pit to Xeg. As a Gunnery Sergeant, he hadn't been allowed to handle the controls of the Gunner's Pit before. Wielder finished explaining everything, and began taxiing, and told Xeg, "As a Gunnery Sergeant, you're not allowed to handle the controls in combat. Therefore, you are hereby promoted to Sergeant, First class, granting you the authority to handle the weapons of this aircraft. Now, you two, strap yourselves in, I'm taking us up." Gear sat down in the Pilot seat and he and Xeg strapped in. Wielder took hold of the controls as he reached the runway. The Runway was still in the hangar, but was raised above the flight deck, so that launches wouldn't disrupt other activities. The all-too-familiar feeling of G-Forces pushing on the body got stronger and stronger as the stealth craft went faster and faster, silent engines metaphorically screaming down the runway. He pulled up on the controls, and they were airborne.

"Alright, Gear, where are we heading?" Wielder said, once they had ceased their ascent, heading north. He saw a glint out of the corner of his eye, to see another jet taking off, speeding towards the capital. "The Scopes are picking up a number of high-energy 'spouts,' which may need further investigating. The highest of these is in the center of the continent, and each of them seems to be spouting the creatures, according to the radar here. So, what do you think?"

((No Prob, Gear. Your Turn to post, Xeg!))

Strifer grabbed his bag as quickly as he could, and blinked as he appeared next to the guy who had ran off, and realized that he had to run too, he broke into a sprint to catch up. As the turned the corner and entered the hanger he listened to them talking. He looked between the two, "I would have to agree with him on this one, keeping her under constant guard would be logical, if anything we should keep at least two of near her at one time." He commented as he followed Alex up the stairs still holding his bag.

He sat down in the chair behind the pilots seat and opened up his bag. He pulled out a katana and strapped it to his waist so that it was easily accessible with his right hand, and strapped a long sword around his chest so that the blade ended up on his back in a fashion that he could access it with his left hand. He searched his pocket to make sure that all the knives were still in their place and sat down. "As for me I'm whatever the lowest possible rank is. I just showed up at the rumors of the king missing in Niead. Anyways, just to get a formal introduction, I'm Strifer, who are you guys?"

(((Agh... too many plot-line advancing posts... information overload... Just gimme a sec for the brain swelling to go down.)))

Xeg grinned. A promotion, and the right to use big aircraft guns to shoot stuff. He listened to their conversation about the anomalies, trying to think. If the king of Niead was indeed ripped through a hole into the Fade, as it was called, then there might just be a rift left behind that he could re-open. He would need some help from Gear and Wielder of course...

He followed them into the back in order to get suited up after they entered the wormhole.

(((Gah... You two obviously have much of a clue what's happening. I don't, and am just a little lost...)))

Alex looked at Strifer, running his eyes over the gleaming, well-maintained blade of the katana, and smiled.

"I'm Alex Gekkou, and as I said, Private First Class. Your superior by one rank, yet I doubt I'm your superior when it comes to using that blade."

Alex noticed Azrael disappear again after muttering about a commander, leaving Alex to exhale in a relieved way. To be honest, he was nervous about this assignment. He wasn't sure if normal weaponry could slay the foes they were likely to face, then his gaze flicked up to the stock of the plasma rifle that rose above his left shoulder.

Let's see how well they handle super-heated plasma at the speed of sound. He thought with a feral grin.

Ratchet found a sewer way which leads into the GML near in the tall grass.As he entered it.He noticed he would have a long way to walk.He started of walking and used the gps to get a map leading to the housing area.The only way in by sewers that he could notice right away.

Azreal let out a small squeek when the senior officer tossed her over his sholder. She was used to either walking or shadow moving, not being carried like potatos, it was slightly unnerving. Not like she was going to complaine after all the trip was shorter than almost any thing. When he placed her down she took a few seconds to regain her balance and reorient her self. "Baka." She muttered as she jumped on to the Jet. Rade started the engin and flipped the switch. She sunk in to the chair, not exactly like hights, well not likeing lack of ground weould be a better term for it. After all she could stand on the edge of a cliff, or jump off o a huge water fall, but there was always ground under her feat, and not ground made out of metel. She sighed and looked at the squad. This was going to be interesting. "Sir, I think two should keep watch on the queen, One should patrol the roof tops and the last the crowd. We also need to have a plan of crowd control and a way to transport the queen safely if there is an attack." She said as she listed the things that she recalled from verious disscusions about situations like this. "WE also would need, if at all possible some one to stay as look out a little outside the area,to guard against the creatures if they choose to show up." She said all of this in a relaxed tone she was sitting rather slumped in the chair and her eyes looked tired. Lack of sleep does that to you, so does using her power that many times in one day.