Team Cabot charged toward the bird-sign- the Goliath they'd been hunting had scared them. The four ground to a halt as they stood before the Goliath, it's back turned from them. It stood motionless, before watching as it's skin bubbled and melted, collapsing to the ground, causing dirt to fly into the air.
The dust settled, something unimaginable awaited them. A hooded, grizzled man planted his foot firmly on the dead Goliath's head. The figure of a basilisk soldier- an extremely rare sight, stood behind him, gun pointed at the pack.
"What are you waiting for?" The man stated bluntly. "Someone dig us a fire pit."
Cabot folded his arms, an eyebrow raised questioningly.
"You don't seem like colonists. We're evacuating this planet, these creatures are swarming Shear." He said, voice stern, he stood with a strong posture.
"You're tellin' me, man." The bug man blurted, his voice slightly echoing, lowering his gun. The team clearly wasn't a threat to the two. Lazarus stared at the basilisk soldier, scratching his chin.
"Fascinating. You are not like the others, tame, even." He stated, approaching the bug.
He lifted his leech gun again, pointing it at Ðorde. "Back off, old timer. I know what you are." Ðorde chuckled, obviously not phased by his threats.
"Hah, of course you do." He tapped the symbol on his shoulder pad- the symbol that represented the Djed- symbol of the Lazarus men.
"You've done us a favour" Cabot noted, "Are we able to repay you? We could use the manpower, take these things down together."
"Not a people person, uh-uh." The hooded man grunted. "Khovalyg. Can call me Crow."
"Just call me Slim." The soldier added. Cabot looked at the two, nodding in approval. "Go on..." He nudged at the two, a pleasant expression across Cabot's face, warm, welcoming.
"Aaaahn. Alright." Crow sighed. A batray flew down onto Crow's shoulder, chirping. "This is Gobi. Bird. My bird.". Cabot smiled. "We welcome pets, animals, anything that'll help us track these monsters down. We've currently got a trapjaw and blitzleopard with the squad."
"Ac...tually, Mr. Cabot" Bucket crackled through his radio. "We lost the blitzleopard in an accident-"
"HE FUCKIN' SHOT IT" Hyde wailed in the background.
"So, it would be just the trapjaw, sir." Bucket continued, radioing out.
Cabot stared down awkwardly at his radio, back up at the five in front of him. "Well... Make that just a trapjaw... Ahem, moving on, our ship is coming in for landing, you're welcome to join us, help the cause. We'll supply you with equipment necessary to assisting in killing these things, you can get yourself a room, proper nutrition, the works.". Cabot was persuading the two as best he could, they seemed pretty positive about the offer.
"Man, Crow said yeah, alright?" Slim grumbled, his hand making a shooing motion, urging Cabot to hush.
The second team of six readied themselves as Bucket brought the ship in, leaving one last team: Parnell's.