Feign pulls Vega away before Tamara can answer, though the tigress naga seemed to not notice the question before she slid off behind Jaku.  "C'mon, I don't think she's gonna leave much of those three for us to eat...  And we need to set up an ambush at the comms tower while they're out making the distraction."<br/><br/>Also the anthropologist in Feign is curious to ask about this apparently separate bloodline of tailmouth, to figure out if her kind might be of any relation to the one that created Tamara and Jaku...  Getting to the communications building will give them some time to talk.<br/><br/>"Besides, don't worry about Tamara, I think I will be able to answer your questions."  As they finally get to the bright clearing of the camp, he runs his hand over his head, letting Vega see that his hair is actually a crest black feathers.  "You see, I'm a bit different too."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The private and several of his fellow mercs frantically pull on the makeshift rope, with the one leutennant among them shouting orders.  "aaand PULL!"<br/><br/>With another loud set of crunching, the helicopter reluctantly uprights, finally allowing access to it's cargo.  The first thing the private notices is the branch that had rammed clean through the pilot's seat...  Obviously, he's beyond saving.  But at least the power supply and all of the survival gear is still intact.<br/><br/>"Okay, there's still hope.  We still have a plan."