borne back ceaselessly into the past — rp thread

Hangar 2 was busy, even at this god forsaken hour of 4 AM. Of all the times for something to go wrong, of course it had to be at this time of night. Rikio sluggishly made his way towards the plane that he and his squad members would soon be boarding, toting along with him a dolly with a crate full of supplies for the mission. It mostly consisted of military rations and blankets in case they somehow ended up stranded out there in the freezing cold. The young male let out a small sigh once he had finally moseyed over to the air craft and took the crate to the back end of it where other supplies from previous missions we're kept. At the moment, he was currently wondering why he ever signed up for any of this in the first place. He'd never been told they'd be doing missions this early in the damn morning! Clearly, Rikio was no semblance of a morning person. This was made especially apparent by what he wore and how he looked at the moment.

His hair was put up into a messy ponytail, his shirt and pants a wrinkled mess and dark circles under his eyes too. He wore a simple white t-shirt and a pair of light colored camouflage pants, meant for environments with light colors in it, with the matching shirt currently tied around his waist since he found the hangar to be quite hot. His shoes were a simple pair of combat boots he'd had tailored to fit his feet since there weren't any in his size (this was actually untrue, as he had recently found out that they had gotten him a pair in women's sizes because they couldn't find his foot size in men's shoe sizes. Apparently they wanted to "spare a blow at his pride" so they didn't tell him the truth, something that, frankly, hurt his pride even more).

Rikio stretched his arms out in front of him then took a quick look around. It looked like he was the only one in the hangar at the moment, besides the pilot and co-pilot of course. He figured the rest of his squad would be arriving shortly so he didn't worry about it. He'd let someone else lose sleep over it. Rikio took a seat on the ramp of the plane, which was a hell of a lot smaller than he thought it was going to be. On previous missions he'd been on with squad 1, the plane had been twice this ones size. On the plane they would be taking for this mission, there were enough seats for at least 10 people to be seated, not including those in the cockpit. Near the back of the plane there was a bit of storage space where there were currently a few miscellaneous tools and supplies, including the crate he'd just brought on board as well as a few parachutes and other things.

He let out a low hum in a sort of "well aright then" kind of way before turning to face the nearest entrance to the hangar. He figured his teammates would be arriving any minute now. In the meantime, Rikio was going to make an attempt at getting a little bit of sleep before he had to talk to anyone; he leaned on the frame of the open plane doors and closed his eyes, desperately hoping for sleep to take him.

Rikio grumbled at Morgan's prodding, slowly opening his eyes only to have them be assaulted by the light of the hangar. "Emergency mission in Russia, investigation stuff I think. Tolstoy coms went dead a couple of hours ago..." he trailed off, planning to say something else to make his vague explanation of the mission clearer, but forgot in his tired daze what he wanted to say. At this he did some more grumbling before wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees, his expression a dazed and exhausted scowl of sorts. He then flopped onto his back and stretched himself out, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. "Did you cut the the call short or something? The girls in the operations room didn't have me on the phone for more than 4 or 5 minutes." He was more teasing his teammate now than anything. He could imagine why Morgan might cut the call short after being woken at such a late hour, so he could sympathize. If Rikio wasn't such a flirt, even in his exhausted state, he just might have cut the call he'd gotten this morning short as well; however, all the way through his explanation, he was throwing out bad pick up lines and flirting pretty much the entire call. As a matter of fact, he'd been hung up on as soon as they were done telling him what the mission was all about.

Before long, the rest of the team trickled into the hangar one by one, coming in every few minutes or so, one after another. At this point Rikio had begun to wake up a bit, however he was still quite dazed. Frankly, he was having a little trouble thinking straight too. He gave everyone a tired wave as they arrived to the plane which was almost comical to look at. By the time Adriel had arrived he was standing up now, in the doorway of the plane of course, and was more focused than he was only a few minutes ago. Rikio was even aware enough to actually chuckle at Adriel's comment. "Yeah you're telling me. I can't believe those girls up in missions are even awake at such a late hour."

He entertained the thought of working up there with them for only a moment before shaking his head. "I'd rather die than have to do such mind-numbing work, staring at a monitor for that long and being up this late." He let out a sigh of relief at knowing he would probably never be trusted with such delicate work. He was, after all, probably one of the most impatient and destructive of the members of squad 1 when in the field. Rikio couldn't sit in a chair and do such boring work if his life depended on it. It made how cunning, patient, and sly he could be an almost a comical thought; of course, those qualities almost never showed. Rarely anything uncalled for happened among the members of Vein, save for the odd rumor or botched mission by other squads.

Rikio felt that now was about time to start officially getting his shit together; he'd done enough loafing around in the hangar as it is. He disappeared into the back of the plane to retrieve his stuff, that being his backpack and gauntlets, putting them on as he came back out to join the rest of his team. He rummaged around in his bag for a moment to try and find his communicator, a rectangular black stick-like object about as long as his middle finger to his wrist. He powered on the device and a few moments later a blue screen appeared to the right of the communicator, hologram technology at it's finest. Rikio swiped through the devices' interface for a minute or so, connecting his ear pieces to the device and adjusting this and that in the settings. His communicator was weird, as it reset his his settings ever time he powered it off. It was annoying to say the least but wasn't allowed to get a new one unless he broke the damn thing, something he had considered doing plenty of times but wasn't willing to get in trouble for.

Suddenly the hangar was filled with the sound of a womans voice, on of the missions room girls one could guess. "Squad 1, please quickly finish loading the necessary supplies then proceed onto the plane. You will be taking off in t-minus 6 minutes. Please set up your com devices and check in so HQ can confirm your vital signs." If he wasn't completely awake before, he most certainly was now. The pilots could be heard exchanging words in the cockpit and flipping switches, maybe pressing a button of two now and then. A few other people seemed to just appear out of no where, and it seemed like they would be the ones directing the plane out of the hangar based on their neon colored jackets and the red glowing batons they were fiddling with.

"Guess the commander must be really concerned about this one if they're rushing us out of here this quickly. We usually have a solid 20 minutes or so before we have to leave." He mused this as he secured his backpack with the front clips and headed over to the small pile of crates that needed to be loaded into the plane before they left. It was maybe only 4 or 5 more so it wouldn't take them long to be dealt with. Once Rikio had brought his crate into the plane he picked a seat near the doors waited for the rest of his team; he felt like the daze from before had completely melted away, of course that didn't seem to mean particularly much, as he still forgot to check in his vitals for HQ.

Rikio shrugged and lifted his hands at Agnes' inquiry, slouching forward in his chair a bit to then rest his arms on his legs. "Unfortunately, thats about all I got." Seconds after saying this, a sort of shit-eating grin was plastered to his face. "To be honest, I was kinda busy flirting with the girls on the phone this morning." He figured he'd probably get an annoyed sigh, perhaps he might even be lightly scolded by one of his teammates if they were annoyed enough. From the victims of his obnoxious flirting, more often than not he received an eye roll, sometimes even a witty insult or comeback from those who knew him well enough. It simply wasn't in his nature to let a girl pass by, or converse with him in this mornings' case, without flirting at least a little bit. "Speaking of which, Agnes, have I told you about how wonderful you look this early morning." He sat back in his seat, that grin of his showing quite brightly for another few moments before returning to a more neutral expression. Of course, he still had a bit of a lingering grin on his face.

He turned to see Remi suddenly glitch into the plane, finding their comment both quite funny and painfully true. "No other squad shall know this pain we bear!" His expression changed dramatically into one of faux sadness. He even held a hand up to his forehead to accentuate the quick change in demeanor. Rikio couldn't help but chuckle at his own dramatics. He sat back in his seat once again, folding his hands behind his head in a rather comfy position. His gaze followed Jet momentarily as he entered the plane and set down the box he carried. His attention then shifted to his gauntlet clad hands; he idly messed with this and that on them for a moment before looking up with a rather bored expression on his face. Rikio once again found himself chuckling at one of his teammates, this time it was Jet and his comments to the girls up in missions as other male took his seat.

His attention drifted to various things in the hangar now. Other planes in the hangar, the pilots in the cockpit, the people with the glowing red batons, the textured floor of the plane, as well as a number of other things that would be expected in a hangar. He was only brought back to planet earth after Jet spoke to him directly; this made him subconsciously straighten in his seat. "Hm..?" He said shortly after the other started speaking. "Oh yeah. That would suck if they thought I was dead the whole mission." He smiled at his own forgetfulness, barely catching Adriel's snickers; as a mature adult, Rikio stuck his tongue out at the raven haired male then turned to reply to Jet.

"Heh, fine, fine." He waved at his teammate teasingly, a rather innocent looking expression on his face. "Guess I'll just have to suffice with left-overs." His head lolled to the side, not very overjoyed by Jet's logical proposition, giving a rather childish look to him. "Buy me some snacks when we get back, alright! You ruin my fun when you throw out stuff like that, Jet." He spoke partially in jest, a teasing tone on the second part of what he said. Of course, the potential of possibly getting free food out of his teammate was quite appealing, so he failed to mention the "I'm joking" part of what he said. This erratic and animated behavior of his was a standard with him, as was the teasing. You just got used it, otherwise Rikio would probably run you ragged with his odd behavior.

"Rikio here! Checking in my vitals and coms connection. Hope you girls are enjoying this early morning ~." He hummed with energy as he spoke, getting a few audible sighs in return. Rikio's practically signature shit-eating grin returned at this reaction. After a few minutes he returned to his spaced out state, looking this way and that and seemingly looking right through things. However he was brought back out of his daze once again, this time by Agnes. He chuckled for a moment, "Don't worry, Nina stays up that late too, last time I checked." He would've said more, however he was interrupted before he could do so. "T-minus 2 minutes." The booming voice from before sounded in his ear pieces this time, rather than over the loud speaker. This probably meant that everyone in the hangar now was probably connected to this channel. A different voice then sounded over the coms channel shortly after: "Oh and for your information JET! We only report these things as we see them! It's not our fau- Hey!" A few other voices could be heard, only pieces of conversation coming through and barely loud enough to be heard. "Lana stooop!" Rikio then suddenly burst out laughing, damn near falling out of his seat as he did. "Jeez, you girls are a freakin' riot!" He was slow to compose himself once again, but eventually was able to return to a sitting position and somewhat level expression.