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The other divisions meetings happened, and Moon was no different. They were given a month's notice, a time, date, and location in one of Moon's warehouses and then...cancelled. Edith wasn't able to make it, time to reschedule! And then...cancelled.

And then the day after, all Moon hunters were requested to arrive at the lighthouse portals at 0600. It was a mission, so come prepared, but bring those project reports along.

The portal led to the viciously bright Sahara sun, but for once, the heat wasn't an immediate blast to the senses. Not until you got about twenty feet away and outside the Cooling Zone. Edith was a short, muscular figure, striding toward the group as the Moon crews that had been manning the area for weeks now jog past her for the portals.

"Things've been steady over here for long enough that they could use a break, and y'all could use a darned meeting already to say your pieces and get your budgets on the ledger. Sorry I don't have any food for you guys this time." In the shade of a tent, Zoe nudged a giant cooler open with her boot. "Well at least not as much as I know y'all like. But I did have time to whip up some frozen grape and spam kabobs, I call them spabobs." Nodding at Harrison, she added, "I'll give you the recipe later, Hughes. There's a secret." The secret was cheese filled olives hidden inside the spam.

"Anyway, work here is the full picture, fortifications, repairs, field med work, personal defense. We've got critters and fighters and damage all over. Some ponies decided to science up one of their pets into a super breeder. We've got it penned in, but it's spawning these little nasties in waves. We've got some tech coming in soon that should take them out long enough for us to take down the motherbug, but it'll be another day."

The ground shook beneath their feet, but Edith continued without giving it much attention beyond shifting her feet a bit. "There's some new faces here, and I expect you vets to take a hand in showing them what we do. It's a good chance to show them what sorta stuff you yourself specifically do, so don't waste the opportunity. Whenever you find some time to spare, bring me any proposals you've got and updates on anything you've already got going."

By the water tent, they find a duty roster. In the distance, there's something that looks distinctly like a giant scorpion tail waving past the defenses.

When it came time for their division meeting Jason was feeling more nervous then usual. This would be the first time since the 'incident' he would be meeting with the other moon hunters, including their division lead herself. Was she aware of what happened? Did anyone else know? He felt sick with worry, his mind conjuring images of accusing stares and disappointed glances. Or perhaps he would get yelled at in front of everyone? He was given a lucky break however, as the meeting, and subsequently the next, were canceled.

Third time was a charm, and the next meeting came with a bonus; a mission to the Sahara. The absolute worst place to be if you didn't have your hunter weapon. Still, it was a meeting, and he couldn't sit back if others were in danger. He couldn't fight as well but he could dam well put on a bandage.

Jumping through the portal, he was surprised to feel the sun wasn't burning him to a crisp. Up until he moved away and, whelp, there it was. It was a struggle not to remove his coat or shirt.

He half expected a remark about showing off his abs, but all he could hear were his own thoughts.

Jason listened quietly to the briefing, then made a beeline for the fighting, intent on assisting injured hunters like a good medic.

Instead he fell into a hole and couldn't get out.

He sighed, then sat down gloomily to sulk.

Joy wasn't sure if she could take on the scorpion all by herself. But she didn't think the unconscious hunter had enough time for her to call for backup. Stupid, crazy, desperate, whatever you called it, Joy stuck her shovel into the sand and began to dig.

Clyde was glad they had finally just PICKED a date for the meeting. He felt like he was going around in circles because they kept being canceled. The only thing worst than a meeting was a postponed meeting that you had to get ready for 6 times.

Though Clyde was quickly realizing this was less a meeting and more... Almost a mission? And mostly repairs. As usual.

Clyde took of to do some actual repairs, not really caring about budgets or whatever. He just needed wood. Give him wood and he would build. And in this case he pretty much headed straight for the wall.

Clyde did not get far before scorpions were crawling their way under the wall. Great...

Thankfully a kind hunter came along to fish the poor moon out. Now that he wasn't stuck in a hole he went forward to go help people.

...Only to fall into another hole.

The hunter that had helped him just face palmed.

He did the moon thing real good. In that he managed to hoist the man onto his back as others came to cover him, sprinting away like his life depended on it. (Which it did.)

Jason might have squeaked as the poisonous tail swung a little to close for comfort. But he got away, carrying his charge back to camp where he was able to check for any obvious injuries. He couldn't see any, but that didn't mean the guy hadn't been injured, more specifically poisoned by the numerous scorpions scuttling around.

He left the man in the more experienced moon hands, thinking it was high time he reported to his lead.

...But then there were probably tons of people who needed help, so instead he opted to chicken out go help out more.

He was about to head back when he heard someone screaming for help, a quick scan revealing a injured sun hunter, hunched over and holding his leg, blood pooling below the limb.

"Hold on!" He called out, dashing towards the man as a large scorpion got the same idea, sensing weak prey. Jason was faster however, reaching the man and batting away the tinier bugs. There was no time to administer first aid now, so he could only hoist him up onto his shoulder. His breath coming in short ragged gasps as he half carried half pulled the man to safely. Physical effort was so much harder, the moon having to rely on his own physical strength and sheer adrenaline to get the man out of harms way.

By the time he reached the camp he was panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face from running around in a desert in full hunter uniform and carrying others. He indicated for the man to sit, kneeling down to see the wound. A deep gash, but nothing fatal. A quick roll of bandages would do the trick.

He was done in minutes, straighting to go and attend to others. The man called out a note of thanks, saying he would tell Edith about this.

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