[14SEP2075 0950 | Cirque de l'Ombre Caravan| Tarislar]
Returning the other dwarf's handshake, Harrier nodded. "Sure thing, mate." Before he could list off the assets he had brought with him, the two were interrupted by a very large, very black troll. Listening as BitTorrent introduced himself, the dwarf couldn't help but stare at the gold accents on the trolls horns and his gilded teeth. All told, it made the troll even more menacing. Glad we're on the same side, he thought to himself.
"Two deckers? Aces! Nice to meet you BT, I'll take all the help I can get."
As the troll departed to speak to the mysterious Oblique, Harrier returned his attention to Morgan. "Like I was about to say, the flight in was rubbish, but that's not a surprise out here. The ash, updrafts, and the on-and-off threat of volcanic activity make flying around here a little choppy, but I should be able to handle it if I need to get up in the air." Pulling up the ARO-laden file Ghost had sent him, the rigger frowned as he scanned through the image files, "Well that's bollocks... I'm almost more worried about this thing making it to the other side of Puyallup without even considering anyone actually trying to stop it. Maintenance doesn't seem to be a big concern here."
Sighing, Harrier continued, "Oh well, nothing much to be done about that for the moment. You asked what I brought to the party? Right-O. For discreet surveillance, I've got five brilliant Mitsuhama Eye Spys with a full sensor package including atmospheric sensors, cameras with low-light and thermographic, directional mics, laser range finders, motion sensors, omni-directional mics, olfactory sensors, and radio frequency finders." The rigger ticks off each sensor as he names them. "For fire support, I brought along three MCT-Nissan Roto-Drones with an adequate sensor suite armed with M23 assault rifles. Finally, if the drek really hits the fan, I've got the Wasp up top. She's loaded with an advanced sensor suite and a recessed LMG for whenever someone wants to really be a twat." Reaching over his shoulder, he tapped his RCC. "Everything is slaved to my Liegelord here for protection and remote operation."
"...and that's about the lot of it, I think." Harrier finished. At this point, it dawned on him that he didn't even know the other dwarf's name. "So, what can I call you?"