Silvermasque
Black Andy
Doc
Feral
Snodgrass
Cannon Fodder
Na-Wa
Lotus
Photios
Mephisto
Hagriss

The Tolkeen vehicle yard is a large-lot full of used vehicles fit for combat. Hundreds of hovercycles, armoured cars and trucks, hovercraft, Coalition military vehicles, Techno-Wizard vehicles and scattered others from other North American Companies.

(what are you looking for?)

 'Masque lightly scratches an entirely psychosomatic itch at the back of his head and looks over the ranked vehicles, glancing back at the team from time to time in a rather disconcerted manner.

 "Ideally I am wanting maybe three vehicles with similar speeds and mobilities, plus perhaps couple of bikes for those who are wanting fast movement." another of those cheerful Russian chuckles follows however, as he gestures at himself, Hagriss and most of all, Fodder, "Is not necessarily being one-size fits all however. What is best speed you two are able to make for long periods?" (this of course directed at the gargoyle and the walking mountain, since they're the pair most likely to have problems with transport).

"I can fly what I have been told is 60 miles per hour." It is clear that Hagriss is free of Mephisto's hold over him, but the shifter was persuaded into letting him stay in this world. Hagriss joined up with Tolkeen instantly.

Na-Wa looked at the many machines used by others to move about, other then the metal horses he knew nothing of them. Having lost his metal horse back at the town where the big fight happened (Na-Wa found it blown up into small pieces), he knew he needed something else to move about.

Maybe the Big White Cat (AKA Silvermasque) would know where to find a live animal? He liked those better. Unlike metal horses you could talk to them and they listened, well most of the time.

“Na-Wa don’t like metal horses, is there a place Na-Wa could find riding animal?”

(Assuming Cannon Fodder is still alive and kicking)

Photios will approach in an advisory capacity yet again, "It would perhaps be in our best interests to find a large rig to affix to our large friend."

Indicating Cannon Fodder, "I don't believe Tolkeen makes standard rigs for one of his size, but they can create them. There's a few the Gargoyle could draw but it would be in our best interests to rig up our moving mountain."

Not sure if the Cyborg knew of the abilities of Tolkeen's innovations he continues, "The Techno-Wizard in the other squad could assist in setting up a large rig we smaller beings can use as a transport and weapons platform, in addition force fields could provide him with enhanced protection. With enough work other abilities could be bestowed as well, perhaps an enhanced flight speed or invisibility. There really isn't any vehicles we can put him inside, so why not make use of his size to our advantage?"

Lotus shops for a new hovercycle, since losing her own when Lord Osema stole it in his attempted escape. She eventually settles on an NG-Stinger Bike.

She quickly casts sleanse on the bike and test-rides it up the parking lot and back.

Major Karno soon approaches 4th platoon and waves the mystic knight over to where he stands alone with Silvermasque. Lotus arrives slowly...

Snodgrass walks to the vehicle yard alongside Doc and Feral. "We gettin a replasssement for the APC boss? Another missile magnet?"

 "I can manage maybe four, five times that... but then, I am not able to be making earth rise up and do what I am wanting." replies Masque, automatically reaching for a massive hip-flask at his belt, uncapping it, taking a swig of fine old matured-for-three-whole-days-and-may-have-potatoes-in-it sightblinder, before extending the flask up towards Hagriss.

 He taps his chin with a fingertip in the meanwhilst however and looks thoughtfully at the Gargoyle, "Maybe if you would be wanting to try it you could be getting flight pack? - Jet assist so you can be using wings to fly, but pack for speed?"

 Letting Hagriss consider that the big 'borg turns next to Na-wa and shakes his head slowly, "I am not thinking living horse could be keeping up. Maybe would be best if you rode with someone else."

 Photios gets a nod however, along with a brief chuckle, "Gargoyles name is Hagriss, and I am thinking that first person to try and hitch him to 'a rig' is going to need surgery to remove his boot from their ass, but is good point. If Fodder is willing, having him armed and armoured to take account of his size would be good."

 And at that point Karno and Lotus turn up, which leaves 'Masque to turn to Andy and Photios, hoping the latter will control the more impractical excesses of the former whilst taking advantage of his probably superior technical knowledge, "See if you can be getting us three compatable vehicles - I am wanting nuclear powered and hover capable if possible, I will go talk to big boss."

 That then leaves him free to stomp over to The Boss.

Hagriss seems to have taken an interest in watching Feral. A grin creeps across his face, without looking away he responds "What is a jetpack?"

He doesn't even notice the flask.
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Doc started of walking but it was soon obvious that the pain of the simple stroll was getting to him. Currently he is floating about 12 inches above the ground, a light breeze swirls around him everywhere he goes.

"Yes find the nicest APC that you can pilot and can serve as our new home Snodgrass."

Doc, being the type to keep an eye on big monstrous creatures, notices Hagriss watching Feral. Not liking the gleam in the gargoyles eye the beautiful floating man clears his throat, an act that sounds like it is amplified by a megaphone, and then says in a more conversational tone. "I cannot help but notice you have a problem staring. Is there anything my brother or I could assist you with. Euthanasia perhaps?"

Cannon Fodder addresses Silvermasque: "I am unsure of an exact speed to give you in terms you would understand, I am from another land with rather different measureing systems. Also I have never really been clocked for Speed, but it is safe to say I am slower then most all vehicles."

Addressing Photious: "An excellent idea my good man, I have had magic used upon me for others intentions for long enough, some added modifications that I am actually interested in would be a welcome change of pace, particularly the extra sheilding you mentioned sounds like a good idea. Also I don't have too much objection to being converted into a vehicle of sorts, carrying several of you should pose no difficulty to me."

To Lotus: "You owe me some money."

Hearing his brother speak, Feral who was already nearby, leaps just a bit in front of Doc and off to the right. Crouched, hands held open, he watches Hagriss carefully. "Why stare big ugly?" he asks in as non-combative a tone as he can manage given the situation.

Hagriss grins at the brothers and responds "My sincere apologies, I do not mean to stare...".

Hagriss slowly changes his glare to the skyscrapers of Tolkeen.

Lotus looks up to Fodder when he speaks to her. "yeah right...how much do I owe you again? ... the fuck are you gonna spend the credits on anyway?"

Na-Wa returns to his fellow mercenaries riding on of all things a smallish looking T-Rex, its skin covered in small gold scales with brown and reddish-brown markings and the occasional hint of green or blue, almost like a Silonar. The dinosaur itself seems to not agree with Na-Wa riding it and occasionally attempts to turn its head around and bite the psi-stalker riding it. Each time the dinosaur tries though Na-Wa hits it on the head with the butt of the sword he is always talking to.

“ Silonaur! Be nice, Na-Wa buy you from man who would sell you to fight in gladiator ring!”