Nathan Christopher Charles Summers [ CABLE ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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exsiliumlogs2014-01-26 11:04 pm
oldsoldiersneverdie) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-26 11:04 pm
[closed] Life without an Olive Garden
Date & Time: Jan 25th present-day, zooming back to 2438
Location: Transport Pad -> a food factory in South America
Characters: Nathan Summers, Blue Beetle, and Ico
Summary: Our intrepid heroes venture into the strange world of processed food factories to gather some intel on the automation systems
Warnings: Swearing, violence towards machines, possibly violence towards humans
The mission, as far as Nate could see from what Blue had given him, was fairly straight-forward. Mostly automated systems, hopefully - that was good. Keep casulties low or non-existant, though he knew maybe that was wishful thinking. The new kid - well, that was an unknown variable, but Blue had trusted Nate with watching out for him, and if he could follow orders, he'd probably work out okay.
He'd poicked out his gear with an eye for stealth - smaller sidearms, dark greys, with extra magazines and equipment he'd need for accessing their systems secured to his belt. Now he just needed the rest of his team to arrive.
Location: Transport Pad -> a food factory in South America
Characters: Nathan Summers, Blue Beetle, and Ico
Summary: Our intrepid heroes venture into the strange world of processed food factories to gather some intel on the automation systems
Warnings: Swearing, violence towards machines, possibly violence towards humans
The mission, as far as Nate could see from what Blue had given him, was fairly straight-forward. Mostly automated systems, hopefully - that was good. Keep casulties low or non-existant, though he knew maybe that was wishful thinking. The new kid - well, that was an unknown variable, but Blue had trusted Nate with watching out for him, and if he could follow orders, he'd probably work out okay.
He'd poicked out his gear with an eye for stealth - smaller sidearms, dark greys, with extra magazines and equipment he'd need for accessing their systems secured to his belt. Now he just needed the rest of his team to arrive.