Another group of travelers arrives as the first group is still picking through the heavily battle-scarred terrain.

(This is your chance for the groups to intermingle and exchange information.  I'll have more for you all soon.)

Ahead of the buggy and the floating platform, the Titan with Eos emblazoned upon it's torso in neon graffiti where a serial number should be stomped to a halt by the other parked vehicles. His rail cannons whirred once as they swept over them, then slowed to a halt and disengaged. Some moments later a belly hatch swung open and a stocky elven figure in body armour hung for a moment from a bar inside and dropped to the ground in a crouch. Behind him the hatch swung shut on remote as he sauntered to the inn's entrance removing his helmet.

Walking among the group that is picking through the battle scene is a 6'3" man with black hair, brown eyes, and bright smile. He has a rifle sling over his shoulder and there is a helmet hung on the barrel. The weapon is some kind of TW rifle. He looks up at the Titan and heads towards the elf disembarking. He is dressed in one of the MDC Western dusters over some kind of black jumpsuit and he hails the elf in Dragonese/Elvin no less.

Kahl had moved over to his Megistias when he saw the approaching vehicles. The Titan robot was concerning but aside from sweeping its guns over them, it didn’t seem interested in being hostile. It was poor etiquette, not to mention safety, to muzzle people with a weapon capable of spewing high speed metal death but then again, the pilot of the Titan might have done it out of caution, rather than negligence or nastiness. Since the new comers didn’t seem interested in attacking, he bade his flaming sword and shield to banish. He kept his protective blue aura about him though. If everything continued to be calm, it too would vanish.

When the elf dropped out of the robot, Kahl was mildly surprised. It wasn’t often he saw elves taking to high tech equipment like a combat robot. Sure he had seen plenty make use of things like compound bows, exploding arrowheads, even a sniper rifle but ‘trapping’ themselves inside a robot vehicle, cut off from the sensory output of the world around them? That was something unusual enough to grab Kahl’s curiosity. He watched as the elf pilot sauntered on over to the Inn and remarked softly to Megistias, “Well there is something you don’t see everyday cousin.”

Driving cross-country with a hoverdisk and a giant, humanoid robot is an interesting thing.  And Darvin enjoys interesting things, despite the things in his life that had led him here, and the most recent circumstances as well.
He watches the scenery go by, and engages Wire in conversation, mostly small-talk.  Asking him questions about where he is from, he shares just as much about his own past in the Chi-town Burbs.
It was a pain, hiding my "condition" from the Dead-boys.  Not as bad as some of the other mutants and mutoids in the Burbs, though.  I'm short, skinny, but look pretty much like a normal human.  My doctor?  She had to put on make-up to cover her blue skin, and had to cut her hair every day because it would grow at least an inch in twenty-four hours.
When they pull up to the Horny Goat, the young chef eyes it warily for several moments before noticing the nearby carnage and destruction.  Are those bodies Coalition troops?
He climbs out of the Big Boss, his C-18 left under the seat just in case, and walks over to Silver as he strides towards the inn.  When the very tall (to Darvin) man with dark hair walks up, he stiffens slightly.  Then he hears the man speak a language he is sure the CS would execute a person just for knowing, and he relaxes a bit.  He walks up to the building and puts his hand on it, pushing just enough to test its solidity.  Not that it matters, really.  The last inn felt entirely real, right down to the textures and tastes of the food he prepared, and the heat from the ovens.  I hope this one is real.  All that food I thought I ate at the last one has left me feeling a bit empty in the belly.

Wire, in turn, had been opening up about his past-- scandal and a rapid fall from a respected physician to a nobody, and rebuilding himself as a black-market cyberdoc after a near-suicidal drunk confrontation with cybered-out gangsters.

"...and that's how I wound up getting a rifle like this as a gift," he finished as they saw the approaching robot.  They didn't look hostile, but he kept one hand on his rifle anyway.  You just never knew, these days.

"Good work, Rod. Even if all we can do is copy the data, it's a start, and it can be reviewed later." Carl, still running the numbers regarding what just happened and the salvage acquired, simply glanced up from his analysis, recording his observations into his own pocket computer. "I'm not sure if they are dead Coalition or not. They likely were live CS at some point, but since humans normally don't take sustained antitank fire for any length of time once the armor is gone, I am going to go with 'no' as for what they were at the time of death."

He looked at the incoming group, giving a quick size-up and noting no demands had been made. "So, any of you just happen to be a medic? We have wounded, last I checked."

Wire got out of the vehicle and approached Carl.  That might as well have been directed to him and him alone, after all.

"That would be me," he said.  "Call me Wire.  I'm actually a cyberdoc by trade, but I can just patch up meat if that's what you need.  Who's hurt, and how badly?"

Gabby had also let her flaming sword dissolve and sheathed up her short sword as she  crouched down to examine the dead Dead Boys with Rod and Carl. Like Carl, she also looked up nonchalantly as the giant robot and Big Boss pulled up. There was quite a gathering of unique individuals happening here. It had to be fate.

She stands up as Wire approaches and introduces himself, and takes the opportunity to quickly check out the rest of the group he'd come in with. "Gabby, Rod, Carl." She introduces the trio. "There's a few wounded inside." she adds.

Megs says back to Kahl, "Nope. Then again this is Rifts Earth, so pretty much anything goes."

As the rest arrive, "Excellent Wire, there are some wounded inside that could use your attention. Yes those are former, we think, CS soldiers, but they were zombified or something and took a heck of a lot of firepower to take down even one of them."

Have you seen their faces?  Looked inside the armor?  While he had spent their own battle fighting the mages, he knew some of the others had been fighting animated corpses.

Rod follows along after he is done searching the soldiers for any cyberware or personal data devices. There was nothing of ether on them-only weapons and armor. As a result, he follows Carl and Gabby, and lumbers over with his heavy steps. When Gabby introduces him to the others, he does so. His glowing eyes taking in each newcomer, checking their body temperature for any possible borg status or undead nature.

The men inside what was left of their armor are fairly well burnt and mangled from energy weapons and dragon fire.  There was nothing on them to show that they were anything but human.

Well, it's nice to meet you folks.  I guess.  What I want to know is;  Is the Horny Goat real?  Or is it some magical illusion?  The diminutive Vagabond crosses his arms as he asks, his gaze locking on to each of them in turn.

OOC:  Eyeball a Fella @56%
10:06, Today: Darvin Jaster rolled 23 using 1d100.
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10:05, Today: Darvin Jaster rolled 49 using 1d100.  Wrong die type.  56%.
10:05, Today: Darvin Jaster rolled 1 using 1d20.  Eyeball a Fella at 56%.

"Well there Mister, most of us were enjoying a fine meal in the Inn before all these things came attacking us. It is as real as I have ever known anything to be...."

He looks back at the fellow, but not very hard, more like answering a question and waiting for something else to happen.