Signal looks to Settle and smirks a bit. Something seems to impress the angry sergeant. Signal looks as if he forgot something and folds his arms across his chest while he thinks. After a moment a flash goes off and he fumbles out a camera and drops it. he looks a bit embarrassed as he picks it back up and asks, "Anyone not want to be in the group pic? It will make it much easier for me to find you if we get separated."
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Jack rumbled a laugh first at Silvermasque then at Signal. To Silvermasque he said, "OF COURSE I don't like walking when I don't have to. I was BORN to fly!"

To Signal he said, "Dive off? Hell, you'll be luckily if I don't drop you or toss you."

He appeared to give it some consideration. "I do not normally care too much being a "mount" for someone, but if is something you think will help, Silvermasque, then I can do so."

To Settle he turned and gave an inclination of his head. "You as well, Segeant Settle."

 "Just one I am knowing of... You are surely not suggesting we could be handling more than one?" 'Masque answers good-naturedly, indicating Jack with one hand at Settle's question then turning a grin back the Dragons way and explaining, "I am thinking Signal can maybe carry eavesdropping devices. Should be possible to pick up electronic warfare box somewhere, da? It will be letting us put very, very sneaky eavesdropper up high, plus is making good use of his skills."

 Signal now, his question just gets a bright-silver grin and a cheerful, "Just be being sure to be getting my good side, da?" as he makes as though to reach for the belt-and-butt-plate of his armour then stops before the gesture is actually completed.

Signal proceeds to take pictures of those who let him and once he is finished he asks, "So what are we waiting for?"

She didn't have to go far for her hovercycle, but she now has it and is ready to lead the way, south east.

"It's mostly flatlands. There is a pretty large mud-field about 3 miles from here. One of the earlier battles was fought there... thousands of missiles, and all sorts of carnage has tossed up the soil for a mile in every direction. Most of the bodies were cleared away, except for some of the demonic, and giants... It is probably better if we go around this patch."

 "For you to go find dragon-portable electronic warfare toybox if we are having one, high-wuslity radio receiver if we are not. Go, shoo. As soon as are back, we shall be move out. Am also thinking blanket to sit on would be good idea." 'Masque replies to Signals query, before he listens to Settle's explanation, taking it in what looks like a rather uncomfortable fashion but nodding when it's done and stating "So even if is no bad guys, is likely to be unexploded munitions, drop-mines and untriggered magical horrors all over place, plus scavengers, da?", then shrugging and grumbling "Nichevo... Just make sure no-one is touching anything is not recognising and to keep someone with good eye for booby traps up front."

Jack smirked a bit when Silvermasque politely and amusingly slapped down the over-eager Signal to put him on task. He wasn't entirely looking forward to being a mount. And the blanket comment brought his eyes up with anger in them. That was a bit insulting. Next they'd be trying to put a saddle on him too! He looked away and out towards the supposed route, keen eyes drinking in the details as he let his anger calm.

Signal leaves the group and heads off to ask the Officers in charge that he met the day before where he could get electronic warfare / scouting equipment and if there was any that could be provided.

Unfortunately Signal can't find a portable sensor station. The outpost is very limited on supplies at the moment.

Signal comes back after talking to some of the officers empty handed. "Looks like this outpost is small enough that anything they had was destroyed in the blast, or never here." Signal looks to Jack and gives him a bit of a smile, he then looks back to Silvermasque and says, "Looks like there's no need for me to ride Jack without one. I will, however, put in a request that we be assigned one as soon as we get back. If nothing else I might be able to afford a personal one before long."

Jack shrugged but grinned. "I'm okay without you mounting me. I don't swing that way." But that meant Silvermasque didn't want him flying. He stifled a sigh and refrained from eye-rolling. He hated being constrained but that was part of being a mercenary sometimes.

He murmurred absently, "Chase the dragon, grab the tiger by the tail."

He shook his head and looked at Silvermasque. "So, we on the hunt now boss?"

Bored, Na-Wa guides Silonar over to the Big White Metal Cat. "Will we go soon? Silonar is getting hungry...again"

 "Please to be handing off my own personal tail. Is being expensive." 'Masque rumbles good-naturedly at Jack, making a 'come on' gesture with one hand and starting to move the squad out, rumbling as he goes "Na-wa, please to take point - four, five Silonar-lengths out in front of us. Sniff for magic, look for traps on ground. Comartin, you and I are base of fire, stick in middle. Signal, you and Thasha are right behind us, standard patrol pacing. Jack, you are tail-end charley. Would like to see stupid cocky ambusher try and pick you off from back of patrol, youbet." 'Masque hastily orders, going for a short, roughly square marching group with a point and tail rather than trying to spread out all over the map, simply because it lets him keep more of the new team in his sensory range at once.

Settle is ready on her hovercycle to take point with Na-Wa, as soon as he is ready.

Na-Wa didn't know what a 'Silonar-lengths' was but he understood what point was. That meant Na-Wa would go first and everyone else would follow behind him. Then Whon-Ecke started to mind talk to Na-Wa.

>Na-Wa hold up you hand, can you count your fingers?<

As if on que Na-Wa pulls out his sword, looks at it and then looks at his other hand with all five finger spread out. "Na-Wa has five fingers."

>Good, now imagine you had that many Silonar's lined up behind each other.<

"Ok."

>That is how far ahead you should be from everyone else.<

Na-Wa sheathed his sword and then moved out ahead of the big white metal cat, and made sure there was space for five Silonar's between them.

NPC'd

Comartin would have prefered to stay with Drano, as he is the only guy he can truly trust his life with out here, who is still alive anyway. "Sure thing 'Masque"

Settle and Na-Wa led the way on what would hopefully be an uneventful day where nobody gets killed. The land is flatlands, and small hills for the first 3 miles. The old battle field Settle mentioned before didn't do it justice at all. The ground is thick, brown mud for a mile or two in each direction. There are hills, craters, and unrecognizable structures scattered about, as well as busted up Coalition robots and skelebots.

As Settle mentioned earlier, most of the bodies have been cleared away. It seems the demons, and daemonix as well as larger beings like dragons, and even some cyborgs have been left behind, half-covered in dirt and sludge. A pack of ghouls a few hundred feet away stand up from some corpse they were feasting on, and flee into an old trench.

She looked to Na-Wa before moving into the mud-field at about 30kph, keeping a look-out for anything suspicious.

Jack smirked as the tail comment caught Silvermasque's attention and his response. He first nodded and then laughed at the comments about him being rearguard. He didn't mind. If he couldn't fly then he might as well bring up the rear. He stayed in his human form for the moment since he was grounded.