Weeeee flying!

It's probably going to be 'trying not to hit buildings or trees' holding them back, Wiccan can fly quite fast in a straight line and is pretty maneuverable at lower speeds.

Jet's walking. Just, like someone took a video of someone walking and hit 'fast forward'.

The terrain is more of the same, for the most part. At one point, they pass a collapsed skyway, broad enough to have supported sixteen lanes of traffic, now slowly consumed by mosses and lichen.

Some hours later, they reach the shore of a lake, water a disgusting brown color. Legate calls a halt. "The base is on the far side. There's a bridge partway around the edge, here."

"Cool."

Wiccan's been conjuring food and drink periodically and then dismissing the bowls and such. She and Jet both eat a lot, and it's nice having hot food. 

She drifts down to land, while Jet slows to a halt.

"I'm going to call our approach in, so no one feels the urge to start shooting. Just hang tight for a minute." She pulls out her holocomm again.

"Alright!" (She's tempted to start fidgeting or playing her game but instead she focuses a bit on Legate.)

A symbol like a stylized asterisk inside a hexagon appears above the communicator.

"This is Cipher Nine to Aurek Base." Her voice has a different tone than the one she's been using before now, clipped and professional. "I am approaching the perimeter, Code Savish, two. Request acknowledgement."

There's a pause, then a tinny voice comes through the comm. "Acknowledged, Cipher. Do you require escort or confinement?"

"Negative escort, positive confinement. Minimum security. Confirm."

     "Negative escort, minimum security. Confirmed. You are cleared to approach, Cipher Nine." The symbol winks out and she pockets the comm again.

"So we're good to go?"

"Yep!" Her voice is back to the way it was. "Time for walking."

She's not the best at walking - she's gotten way too used to flying everywhere - though she has good endurance and a lot of stubbornness. 

Fortunately, they don't have to go too far.

The base sits on the shore of the lake, and is guarded by thick metal walls. The bridge across is also made of metal, and guarded at the base entrance by turret-mounted guns. Most of the structures inside are semi-permanent tents of a thick, rigid plastic. There's a landing pad with two shuttles waiting on it, wings folded into the upright resting position, and space for a third. The main building, which they are headed to, is made of the same sturdy metal as the walls, and is built into and fills out one of the ubiquitous collapsed buildings, which has been cleansed of vegetation.

The two she's escorting look around curiously, but don't really stare at anything in particular.

The soldiers bustle around in military fashion. The color of uniforms here seems to be gray, of slightly different shade than the Cipher's outfit. A strip of red and blue tabs above the left breast looks to indicate rank. There are a handful of troopers in dark armor scattered around, with helmets that cover their whole face. The one at the door salutes when they approach.

Cipher nods in acknowledgement. "Private. Has space been prepared for my guests?"

     "Room D12, ma'am." His voice is slightly distorted, like it's coming out of a speaker.

"Very good. As you were, then." The door hisses open, and they enter. Inside, the base is lit by a line of recessed lights at the floor and ceiling. She navigates them confidently though to their room, nodding at those she passes but not initiating conversation. When they get to the door, she palms it open. It's small, but not cramped. A set of bunk beds in the corner, a low table, three chairs.

She looks around. "So, here for the night?"

"Yep. I'm fuzzing the surveillance for now, but that will stop when I leave."

"Thanks. Can you get us Holonet access, or should I try to conjure something?"

"Try conjuring something. Do you need more information to do that, or...?"

"Hm. I want a tablet that'll connect to the Holonet with good speed from anywhere and being secure and not being traceable."

An orange and dark blue tablet materializes in her hand, and she fiddles with it a bit. "Seem to have some kind of internet access? Dunno if it's actually secure-secure, I'm not enough of a computer person to picture that well..." She makes a second for Jet in the other girl's colors.

"Neat. Can I see?"

"Sure." She hands hers over.

The interface and icons and all are the ones familiar from home, though she named the browser 'MagicFox' because she thinks she's funny. Currently, said fox-themed browser is what's open, and she seems to have been testing searching for text or images or video.

"Let's see... Encryption looks good. Relay selection... not applicable, okay. I'm going to set you up with a packet anonymizer," that she has a backdoor into, "so your traffic can't be backtraced... there. All set."

"Sweet, thanks! Can you do the same on Jet's?"

"Of course."

And after that's taken care of (and Wiccan also proves, to her amusement, that she can read her browsing history but Cipher Nine slash Legate can't, which she privately acknowledges probably means she'll need to be a lot less wary of spyware), Wiccan asks, "Anything else? Like, food, when will you be back... We've got some snacks and all but not really breakfast?"

"All the mess has got is military rations. I can requisition some if you really want."