[Seabed] Preparation

Somewhere on a faraway space station hovering above a lush planet dubbed Ragol, Hunters are busily making their ways through the day. Today's an ordinary day to most people, but for a certain four, their day will be slightly different with a hint of deadly.

In the Yellowboze dormitories, a young RAmar prepares himself for the long day ahead of him - by orders of the Pioneer 2 labs, he and his three friends will have to pave a road through the threatening Seabed facilities. He grabs the base of his armored suit and carefully slides the two plates over his head before clipping them. After equipping himself with the armor, he strides over to the cabinet containing his firearms. His signature Yasminkov 9000M specialty handguns are tucked in a safe. With a flick of the RAmar's wrist, the safe opens; he takes them out and places them in their holsters at his side. Also in the cabinet are a handle with a photon shuriken locked in place and a rather large rifle, with pump action reloading, the Yasminkov 7000V. He compresses them into small rectangular capsules and stores them into his data. After that's done, Nova, the RAmar, picks up the last piece of his equipment - the headgear - and places it firmly on his head. Instantly, a heads-up-display shows up, monitoring his health, technique energy, and photon meter.

Just as he steps over to the door, someone loudly bangs on it, startling the Ranger. "Who is it?" he manages to say after a couple of seconds. Nonetheless, he walks over, within proximity of the door, and it opens automatically. At the door is one of his friends and teammates, a FOmar by the name of Sage. Like Nova, Sage is a Yellowboze, so making his way to Nova's dormitory is a short distance.

Sage is slightly shorter than Nova, and mainly deals with firearms despite his Hunter role as a Force. He's wearing a winter jacket and long pants, instead of the traditional FOmar garb. He's got some sort of hatred for robes, something of which that Nova never brings up, for Sage has a penchant for ranting sometimes. Despite this, Sage lives up to his name, as he's also the wisest of Nova's friends.

"Man, you need to be ready on time!" Sage exclaims. He's ready to say a wall of text's worth of words, but before he can, Nova interrupts.
"Alright, alright! I get it! Let's go get Cran and Tsaru!" Sage's mouth hangs open for a second, before sulking a bit.
'I was about to chew him out, too...' he thinks, to which Nova responds in thought, 'Don't forget, if you're feeling any kind of emotion, I can listen to it too!' Sage says nothing in response, but stands upright and follows the RAmar, who's already halfway down the hallway.

First, the two go over to the Redria dormitories. Knowing Cran, she must be ready by now. It's nearly @791 beats, around noon on the surface of Ragol. When they arrive, she's standing by her door, her MAG, a red Sato, by her side. Cran seems a little uncanny to Nova, but she's also quite humorous, especially when the situation calls for it. Nova remembers her introduction, when they first met: "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the spaghetti that gets stuck in your teeth! I... am a Super FOnewearl!"

Cran's stature is even less than that of Sage, but that's relatively normal for a FOnewearl. Today, she's garbed in a kimono. In her hands is her trusty Windmill, a pinwheel that's quite deadly in the hands of a skilled Hunter.

"Greetings, Cran," Sage says.
"Yes, good mornin-," Nova starts to begin, but is cut off by Cran.
"Sato! Get 'em!" she yells, pointing at the two of them. Nonchalantly, she brushes her hair to the side and says, "It's not morning anyway, Nova!"

After a brief mauling by the mechanical pet, the three head towards the Oran dormitories for Tsaru. When they arrive, Sage knocks on his door, only to have it slide open almost immediately. Inside, Tsaru is inside, double checking his jumpsuit and observing his collection of 'rares'. He doesn't even appear to notice the trio standing outside, staring in wonder.

He stands, about the same height as Nova, except with aquamarine hair. His eyes are a heterochromatic blue and green. His outfit's about the same colors, with hints of black. He's the most determined of the group, or so they say.

"Tsa-" one of them begins to say; Tsaru immediately jumps on his feet, surprised. He turns to face them, Black King Bar drawn.
"Oh, it's just you guys. Sorry for the sudden defensiveness," the HUmar states. Nova starts to wonder how he even met these people anyway. After exchanging formalities, they all walk over to the lab teleportation device.

The day has finally started.