A change of pace: Team Wutai and the Lost Temple

[lsr_boo]

Who: Lucrecia, Reno, Rude, Shelke, Kunsel, Shera, Cait Sith
When: While Team Science is working on Sephiroth and Team Veld is at the City of the Ancients
Location: Lost Temple in Wutai
Rating: PG-13
Summary:When the chopper landed it created a bit of a whirlwind that cast blossoms around the iar. There are still not many places to land even a

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Shera had remained silent for the trip, eyes taking in details of the helicopter first and foremost before moving to the rest of the party once another few 'routine' reviews of the aircraft (and then a few more) had taken place. She remained quiet, excessively vigilant, as the vehicle heaved and lurched to touchdown in ways the petite woman was unaccustomed to. It was not Reno's piloting skills necessarily (although the red-head could be reckless, a trait she had observed in a lot of men) it was more from having spent so long aboard her namesake. It was all too easy to forget about the wake turbulence that was generated from the rotor system of a lighter aircraft with dual blades.

Of course this brought her thoughts back to Cid. Why she had come out here (...that was deeply personal, things had not been particularly productive with her husband as of late, and with her apparent illness worsening...) was Kunsel, the SOLDIER that they had picked up a little while back had suggested she come along in case there was a need for her specialist assistance. There had been the nagging doubts but Shera took pride in her work and if there was something she could offer...

There. It was nothing else. That was the real reason. Shera was a woman who worked hard to be useful. She was not someone who could legitimize making feeble attempts to feel like she was being even the smallest fraction of use to someone.

The helicopter touched down, the hum under the seat whirring down slowly until it was appropriate to remove the grimy earmuffs which Shera did as she stood, wiping her hands down the grey overalls she was wearing. There were a number of people on this expedition - Kunsel, of course she had become quite familiar with; Lucrecia. a woman of science she was keenly aware of both from her time at Shinra and the stories that followed her; Rude and Reno, Turks; and... Shelke. Shelke who had been able to use neural networks to connect with The Shera - SND if Shera could recall correct - with the body of a child and the memories of two separate lifetimes. That was the extent of her knowledge about the others.

A light shake of her head and the engineer slipped her glasses up her nose as she moved out, picking up a toolbox from under her seat. She had spent far too long with her head in mechanics and oil refraction techniques. Too long worrying about the Captain, and, to a lesser extent, her own self. That just would not do any longer.

Still her silence remained as Shera gave a small smile to Rude as she hopped out besides him. The large man was hoisting a massive backpack onto his shoulders, but seemed content enough to do so. Brushing a stray lock behind one arm of her glasses Shera opened her toolbox and checked everything over once more.