<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f65/Marikir/Character%20shots/a5d6bd28-e16a-4277-899b-d9419402ed87_zpsa72041b8.jpg)</div>For Carver, the helicopter trip to the "secret and undisclosed" location for the project that he had volunteered for was familiar.  He had worked in the Forestry Service and the Department of the Interior for several years.  Expeditions to remote locations was part of his calling.  For him, he merely watched out of the window as the landscape rushed by below them.  He was plugged into the chopper's headset, though it sort of bugged him.  He wasn't a fan of things on his head when they weren't necessary.<br/><br/>It never ceased to amaze him, the Alaskan Interior, that vast frontier that most people of the United States would never realise was so large.  It dwarfed whole states in area.  It was truly vast and for the most part, untouched.<br/><br/>And here he was, going in to touch it and place man's footprint right in the heart of it.  He frowned slightly.  It wasn't a positive thought, in some ways.  But, the aims of the project were noble.  Discover the best ways to expand into remote, uncharted lands, even if those lands were...far far away.  As in a whole planet's orbit away.  And do it in such a way as to be safe and secure.<br/><br/>It was a noble aim.  He glanced at the other three in the chopper with him who were also dedicated to that.  But to that end, there was a...catch, he could say.<br/><br/>These three and him were to see if they could form a family and thus, make the work there go more smoothly and more successfully.  It sounded crazy, he supposed, to most people.<br/><br/>To him though?  It just made sense.  The only question was would they be successful in their wider aim, much less that social aspect.<br/><br/>When the chopper banked to bring them closer, Carver's eyes didn't even flinch nor did his arms move to steady himself.  He just leaned into the turn as his eyes watched the horizon and the quickly passing landscape.  Soon, at a distance, he saw what appeared to be a small collection of structures, where none should have been.<br/><br/><em>We're here</em>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>When the chopper touched down, he opened the door and stepped out.  He turned and immediately moved to help the ladies out.  He gave brief smiles to Brook and then Jenna as he helped them out of the chopper.  He had looked briefly over the summary sheets he had gotten on them.  He wondered if either of them were nervous.  With the ladies and their bags out, he nodded to Brett as the man slipped out of the body of the chopper himself.  He then grabbed his duffel bag and slid the door closed.  He slammed his hand on the side of the chopper and stepped back.  He stood there, watching as the chopper lifted off.  The pilot gave him a brief wave, which he returned.<br/><br/>When the chopper reached it's apex, he turned and slung his duffel onto his shoulder.  He noticed that Brett had hung back.  He moved up beside him, noticing that the man was watching the women enter the cabin.  The man clapped him on the back and spoke with an accent.  Carver gave a brief chuckle and nodded, but didn't say anthing.  It seemed the man hadn't expected a response anyway as he quickly followed the girls inside.  Carver, however, turned and glanced at the area that had been laid out for them.<br/><br/>The cabin was at the center of the currently small complex.  There was a small building off to the side, surrounded by wire mesh.  He immediately recognized it for a coop, without having to hear or see the fowl that resided inside.  Another small building must have been the barn.  A slightly larger, glass enclosure must be the rudimentary greenhouse.  That would be his main area of focus, when he wasn't dealing with the other outdoor needs of the group.  It was closer to the cabin than the other two structures, a good sign.  And then, there were the large metal containers.  Like the containers on the back of a truck or a ship, they just sat, waiting.<br/><br/>There was the heart of the endeavor that he and the others had agreed on.  Supplies and materials for them to use to build up and expand their small presence into one that would be suitable for long term residency.  He wondered if they succeeded would the location be maintained and used, or if it would be abandoned.  He rather hoped the former.  He also wondered if at the end of this project, if he'd want to leave.<br/><br/>With a faint sense of hope, Carver moved toward the cabin and entered.  He noticed immediately that Brook, the one with the asian look to her, looked to be already at work.  That was a good sign.  He needed to look over a few things he had delivered as well.  He moved over toward a particular locker that was against a wall when he heard Brett's words and invitation to come together.<br/><br/>It was a little surprising, but after a moment, Carver nodded to himself and set his duffel down.  He glanced around and moved toward the kitchen area.  He pulled open a few cabinets, until he found some cups.  He collected four and moved over to Brett.<br/><br/>"Not the fanciest of goblets, but these should do," he said as he set the cups down.<br/><br/>When he was presented with his, he waited for a moment, and then raised his cup.  "To success.  In all that we want to accomplish here."<br/><br/><em>One drink.</em>he told himself.<br/><br/>Carver knew he had to look over the armory and then check out the grounds...but getting to know the others was also important.  So, one drink.<br/>