The cold wind blew through the ruins growing out into the sky from the ash desert. The leeches at High Command had ordered your platoon to move through the desolate hell to reach a point of interest the survivors from the previous suicide trip reported. They had graciously provided yours with barely enough supplies and hover vehicles to ensure operational self sufficiency. You swore at them under your breath once again.As your squad glided between two broken concrete monoliths which seemed to reach as high as the clouds, you turned and asked your Navigation Engineer:“What’s our ETA Kara?”“At our current speed we will be arriving at the beacon in T-minus 20 minutes sir.” She responded.“Good, keep your eyes open. Scavs tore the other expedition into shreds, there might be hostiles in the area.” You replied.You looked back at the viewing panels, giving you a panoramic view of the land the hover-APC was zooming past. The usual ruined buildings and cities that looked like a particularly spiky tumour of steel and concrete no longer seemed to be as common as it was 2 hours ago. The rare pillars that went up to the atmosphere now were far enough into the horizon that it would take at least half a day for you to get to the base of the column with your convoy. Straight ahead you saw the ever present ash desert, the grey sea only got illuminated with occasional flashes of a rad storm brewing up off-pink lightning. If you weren’t inside the APC the smell of ozone would be overwhelming, since you were, the only smell was disinfectant and iron.
>>6300984The nav girl’s report that you were 10 minutes away from the beacon woke you up from your thoughts. With the pilot’s command all vehicles in the convoy engaged their slowdown protocols. Your speed started going down from hundreds of kilometers per hour to just about ten, indicating you had arrived at the designated landing zone. The landing zone, to no one’s surprise was a field of ash, as unremarkable as any other section of the dunes. If the beacon had not been there that is exactly what it would have been, but the scans indicated a large structure was buried about 40 meters under the ashen sea. It hadn’t been there in the report, but storms had the tendency to change the topology quite often, if one was particularly lucky they had the chance of being suffocated if tons of ash didn’t crush them first.The Comms Officer, a kid called Meli, opened a channel:“Landing site, uhh, not clear. Demolitions, please advise. Over.”A rough voice came from the other side:“Roger that Commboy. Clear space for AM charge, radius set 38 meters, fuse set 30 seconds. Over.”With that exchange, the convoy went into a circular formation and rose up to an altitude of 50 meters above ash level. A singular APC, the designated supply truck, went out of the formation to the center of the circle and opened their side door. A soldier in full gear lobbed an object no larger than a helm out of the door, which landed and stuck to the ground, starting the countdown. The wait didn’t last long, with a screech a dark purple field expanded containing the destructive potential to 76 meters, and the antimatter bomb simply removed a chunk of the desert from existence. The order for descent was given and the convoy came to a stop at the lowest point, now only a few meters away from the structure now identified as being made up of metal. The grav plates keeping the vehicles afloat pushed the remaining ash out of the way, preventing it from filling up the crater that was created and revealing a spherical object in the middle of the perimeter established by the hovercraft. The object was at the center of a large hole with a forcefield of what seemed to be hardened light covering it. It shimmered with fractal-like patterns, creating semi transparent waves on it. Most of the soldiers were now looking at the interesting sight.“An artifact, I can’t believe it!” The pilot exclaimed. Many others were joining in on his amazement. Indeed, not everyone got to see wonders of the old technology in their lifetime.
>>6300985“Comms, lock on and transmit the datapack to the object in the middle.” You ordered, as per the instructions you were given. That calmed down the chatter, at least within your APC. A few buttons were pushed on the boy’s panel, and a satisfying ping later the hard light field dissipated and the circular object split up into five pieces and attached itself to some engraved sections of the pit. You heard one slightly audible disappointed “awww” in the background which you chose to ignore.You ordered the pilot to move, one by one, the vehicles proceeded to the mouth of the shaft and started diving in. Once the last vehicle in the convoy entered, the datapack was transmitted once again to seal the way behind us.It was a long way down until the next clearing, as the almost solid steel that surrounded the crafts went on for almost .7 kilometers, and the cramped tunnel not allowing for a fast descent. You, same as everyone else, had some time to kill. You decided to go to your folding bunk, and try to get some shut eye, despite the incessant humming of the engine. You take off your helmet, and look at the communal mirror. Who are you?>ST0231203 “Lusua”, previous designation: Stormtrooper. You were an orphan scav taken from the ruins pushed to the frontlines. You always carry extra guns, and can make a pipepistol from scrap on a pinch. You also know scav-speak.>EC0609302 “Nemur”, previous designation: Engineer Corps. You had a family once, but they were killed in one of the purges and you were deemed young enough for indoctrination. You have a knack for maintaining machinery, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know binaric/tech-speak.>OC0723812 “Shen”, previous designation: Officer Corps. You were born in the Silat Industries Army settlement 021. Your family volunteered you to the military for extra rations knowing you’d die, they kept starving and you somehow lived through the frontline. You have a knack for maintaining people, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know proper hiver-lingua.>(Write in)You open your bunk and get in.What do you dream?>The old world calls, screams, whispers. Sound of metal and silicon and forgotten things.>A flag soaked in blood waves as a banner. Your hatred is righteous, your blade sharp.>The closed eye opens. You awaken. Secrets brush past you.
>>6300986There are certain things you are good at, perhaps that's why you survived so long. Choose 2 traits>You can speak, read and write the old script within the ruins. A living fossil.>You are strong, you can accidentally kill someone in a brawl easily. (Designation ST has this)>Socially conscious, you understand people in a deeper level. (Designation OC has this)>Machinist, you can maintain machinery well and fix broken mechanisms. (Designation EC has this)>Pyromaniac, extra flamer squads, Modified Belanus Flamer, burns hot enough to melt enemy armoured vehicles, can be overloaded to make a potent bomb.>Sharpshooter, extra marksmen, scavenged old world Railgun rifle, can pierce through almost anything.>Demolitions Expert, extra demolitions officers, hydrogen grenade launcher. (not recommended in close quarters)>Machine Gunner, extra machine gunners, modified las-beamer with a diffraction crystal for if the user wishes to cover a large area with deadly beams.>Infantryman, extra rifleman, smart chem-gun with autotargeting semi-armour piercing explosive bullets>Armour Doctrine, your vehicles are modified according to your specifications, they will be in prime condition for a lot longer without repairs. Don’t tell command about this.>Cybernetic augmentation, you have certain body parts replaced with steel (write in which body parts and the nature of augment)>Genetic modification, your own biology is an augmentation. (write in which body parts and the nature of modification)>(write in)
>>6300986>OC0723812 “Shen”, previous designation: Officer Corps. You were born in the Silat Industries Army settlement 021. Your family volunteered you to the military for extra rations knowing you’d die, they kept starving and you somehow lived through the frontline. You have a knack for maintaining people, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know proper hiver-lingua.Any other details necessary? Are we male or female? >A flag soaked in blood waves as a banner. Your hatred is righteous, your blade sharp.>>6300988>You can speak, read and write the old script within the ruins. A living fossil.>Pyromaniac, extra flamer squads, Modified Belanus Flamer, burns hot enough to melt enemy armoured vehicles, can be overloaded to make a potent bomb.
Quest rules:Vote in greentext.Write ins are encouragedSometimes, according to the expertise of your character you will get blue text options. These are automatic successes.No one is exactly sane in this world, including your own platoon. You can develop certain traits as you delve deeper.Friendly fire isn't.Blood is red, you think.You will be asked to roll sometimes, the enemies will roll most of the times. I welcome follow up questions, Further on, I will clarify if the information you're requesting is within your character's knowledge. Anything from advantageous positioning for your troops to take, potential ambush points, or what the taste of your protein paste is (its not good)Have fun!
>>6301010If you wish for it, you can vote for the other details. For the Conglomerate and your platoon your identity is "Commander".
>>6301014Alright then. This fine? >>6301010We're 31, female and a veteran of countless battles. We were educated at a military academy after our superiors noticed our potential after surviving multiple dangerous missions. There we learned the ancient languages. Smokes to cope. We have a new family back at the base. A toddler and a husband, they are everything to you that your old family isn't.
>>6301031I see that I have not given enough information. I apologize for the lack of knowledge provided. You are already a veteran, as is nearly everyone in your platoon. There are very few who didn't start out as child soldiers, and you don't trust them.Unless you are a mutant or a scav, in which case you are not able to be tightly controlled, or high command, the Conglomerate doesn't allow attachments.The state of the world does not allow for respite, and the sane chose suicide long ago. Only your squad has been mostly the same faces (about 7-8 months). Life expectancy is low.I am open to more questions if you are curious, but I had originally planned to introduce the world slowly, hence the lack of info. I will update as frequently as possible, but my job prevents me from doing so as of this moment for a few more hours.
>>6301042No problem. Thanks for the clarification. Can we still be a smoker though?
>>6301045Of course
>>6300986>OC0723812 “Shen”, previous designation: Officer Corps. You were born in the Silat Industries Army settlement 021. Your family volunteered you to the military for extra rations knowing you’d die, they kept starving and you somehow lived through the frontline. You have a knack for maintaining people, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know proper hiver-lingua.>The old world calls, screams, whispers. Sound of metal and silicon and forgotten things.>>6300988>You can speak, read and write the old script within the ruins. A living fossil.>Armour Doctrine, your vehicles are modified according to your specifications, they will be in prime condition for a lot longer without repairs. Don’t tell command about this.
>>6300986>OC0723812 “Shen”, previous designation: Officer Corps. You were born in the Silat Industries Army settlement 021. Your family volunteered you to the military for extra rations knowing you’d die, they kept starving and you somehow lived through the frontline. You have a knack for maintaining people, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know proper hiver-lingua.>The closed eye opens. You awaken. Secrets brush past you.
>>6300986For the origins of the woman I choose,>>EC0609302 “Nemur”, previous designation: Engineer Corps. You had a family once, but they were killed in one of the purges and you were deemed young enough for indoctrination. You have a knack for maintaining machinery, and can usually identify and solve problems. You know binaric/tech-speak.She dreams of,>The old world calls, screams, whispers. Sound of metal and silicon and forgotten things.and for traits I pick,>Armour Doctrine, your vehicles are modified according to your specifications, they will be in prime condition for a lot longer without repairs. Don’t tell command about this.We need our apc to keep going for as long as possible>Cybernetic augmentation, you have certain body parts replaced with steel (write in which body parts and the nature of augment)Specifically some neural implants
>>6300988>>6301058+1 to this
Vote tally for now:Designation:>Officer4>Engineer1Dream:>Banner of Blood1>Calls of the Old3>The Sleeper Awakes1Traits>Old script3>Armour doctrine3>Pyromaniac1>Cybernetic1Explicit votes for gender>Woman2
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Your eyes close looking at the exposed wires on the ceiling of the vehicle. As time passes, your consciousness fades and you open them to the open to an array of unfamiliar colours. You focus to reveal a field of green, a similar colour to the algae farms within the hab block of the hive you were born in. The confusing sensation of a pleasant dampness on your feet makes you look down and see what seems like a black substrate. You walk forward, the soft green blades brushing up against your waist, a field which seems to reach into the horizon, illuminated by a sunset and only broken up by the ever-familiar skyscrapers.. but the rust and broken concrete replaced by dancing lights of more colours than you can describe and a pristine shell. On the distance, a particularly gigantic one reaches up beyond the sky, the grey hue replaced by a beautiful blue. It connects to a platform in the void, an arch that you cannot see the end or start of, joining two horizons together. Your viewing is interrupted by the sound of screaming sirens all around you coming from the distance. You don’t take your eyes off the arch, the setting sun on the white metal making it look like a ring of embers. As your eyes examine it, a thick purple beam pierces the sky. You see debris spread out like an incendiary shell coming out of a cut barrel. As the arch is cut in twine, it starts getting closer to you, enveloped by a blanket of fire. The smell of ozone fills your nose.You wake up to a ping informing you that you are less than a hundred meters away from the rendezvous point. Your head hurts. Your left hand instinctively reaches for your top right pocket for some IHO sticks and your lighter and get out of your bunk. You see your engineer sitting in hers next to you, the stable mutant normally towering over the rest of the squad. Her eyes, pupils like knife wounds and irises of red and orange, looks at you and then your IHO sticks. You sigh and reach your hand out. She smiles revealing sharp teeth, her scaled green hand reaches out and grabs a stick. You move to the front of the hovercraft and light one up for yourself.The lights of the craft brighten up what seems like a series of thick pipes on the way down, you note that the circumference of the pit you originally entered had become much wider. Soon, you reach a spot which has some solid ground. As yours lands, the rest of the convoy follows. You take another note of your assets, two APC’s armed with heavy las-beamers, one with a heavy flamer, a hover tank with a railgun turret and an unarmed APC with an expanded cargo section.
>>6301439The last of the craft touches down, the pilots, more or less synchronised, open their vents to facilitate the cooling of the engine after the long journey. You look at the scanner and see that atmospheric readings show breathable air, and the beacon is only a few meters away from the landing site. As you look through the observation panels of the APC, the device, a long tube with a red flashing light and spikes that have punctured the wall to keep it in place, comes to view next to a rather large pipe. You order the convoy to point their lights at the walls, illuminating the area.To the left of your craft, towards what the gyrocompass registers as the southeast, huge letters written in the old tongue are visible. Although some letters had washed out, you can clearly read “Ma-nte--nce Tu-nel 01--3” written. From the report, you know that is the path the previous expedition had went, and for good or ill, you were expected to do the same. After the short period of cooling for your convoy, only 15 minutes thanks to your modifications, you give the order to start the engines back up again, leaving the beacon in place for your return.Before long, your platoon once again takes to the air. Broken pipes and exposed wiring line the walls you’re passing. It doesn’t take long for the tunnel you are in to start curving downwards, and soon all your crafts reach a 45-degree incline. You move deeper and deeper into the structure, but along the 5-kilometre mark within your journey into the tunnel you start noticing something peculiar. The environment seems like it has not been damaged by the passage of time, at least in comparison to the start of underpass, although wear and tear is still visible.Soon enough you reach the end, now 12 kilometres deep into the tunnel. The incline stops to give way to less inclined ground and the environment becomes much more open. To your awe, and to your crews judging by the lack of noise, you seem to be in a side passage to a hexagonal tunnel 3 kilometres wide and 2 kilometres deep, slowly curving into the distance. You ordered a beacon to be launched into the mouth of the tunnel you came out of, and after a brief manoeuvre by your supply truck you give the order to keep moving.
>>6301440A few more kilometres later you finally pull yourself out of the awe you feel to think about the situation at hand. None of this was in the report you were given, and overall the pristine condition of the environment, an impossibility according to your experience, still shocked you. Even your hovercraft seemed old and rusting in comparison. Speeding forward, your pilot indicated the end of the current passage you were in, followed by a cliff that dropped farther down then the reach of the scanner. You gave the orders to slow down at the opening, and once your convoy reached the end you were greeted by the sight of a vast expanse. Enormous buildings, dotted with shining lights reaching out from the ceiling and floor presented themselves before you. There was central structure in the middle of the area, if you were to guess about 5km long, surrounded by floating platforms. A layer of thick fog covered the floor.No one dared speak. For a while, the humming of the engine was the only sound within the APC. To people who’s only memory of the world had been ash and blood amidst decrepit ruins, this beautiful sight was simply unbelievable.The Comm’s Officer broke the silence:“W-we need to report this to the hig-“You slapped him on the back head before he could finish his stupid sentence. The mention of your superiors soured your mood.“No comm can pierce through millions of tons of metal you greenhorn, make a report when we get back.” You said, barely hiding the disdain in your voice.Going back to the mission, you asked your nav engineer:“What are the scans showing Kara?”“We are picking up some life signatures further north, to our right, Sir. And our material scans indicate that a large deposit of Fornaxium to our south, Sir. We.. can’t get any scans of the uuhh object in the middle. Sir” She responded. Even after the last campaign she hadn’t stopped calling you “Sir”, sometimes you thought she sounded a bit repetitive. There was a scav settlement mentioned in the report, you assumed the life signatures belonged to them. Fornaxium was the fuel your vehicles and flamers used, although your supplies were still plenty enough to last you a few months, the fornax could always be used as a potent explosive. The pillar in the middle was further away than anything else and you had no data on it.
>>6301442The pilot, and the rest of the convoy was waiting for your orders.You can choose more than one, but you must mention which order you will do so.>Move to the scav settlement. Scavs can be hostile, but you are as lost as a trench cat in a hive block here. Knowledge of the locals will be invaluable and scavs will usually trade when they want to. >Move towards the Fornaxium deposit. Extra supplies are always welcome, and its better to be prepared than fucked.>Move towards the central pillar. You have no idea what it is. You think you see floating objects going in and out of it.>(Write in)
>>6301445>Move towards the Fornaxium deposit. Extra supplies are always welcome, and its better to be prepared than fucked.1>Move to the scav settlement. Scavs can be hostile, but you are as lost as a trench cat in a hive block here. Knowledge of the locals will be invaluable and scavs will usually trade when they want to.2
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You gave your commands: “We’ll greet the locals later, set a course for the Fornax deposit”. Lusil, the pilot, nodded and opened the comms to the other vehicles in the troop: “This is A641 setting route, bound east, 539 klicks. Sending coordinates, taking point. Safe clearance set 300 meters. Over”.After a very brief period of responses, you saw parts of Lusil’s head implants light up as the engine spooled up. Soon enough, you start moving and the rest of the fleet fell in line to the designated formation. You felt the shake of the APC as you exited the mouth of the tunnel you had once been in and as the arcane machinery within the vehicle switched from hovering above smooth metal to the empty space within the main area surrounding the pillar.As you were travelling in a straight line to the deposit, you marked your surroundings. The room, for lack of a better word, was cylindrical in shape. Although the cylinder was large enough that looking from the walls of the room it seemed completely flat at first, only starting to curve in the far distance. The clearance within confines of the walls is littered buildings that seem to be almost growing from the ceiling, floor, and walls sometimes surrounded by equally large monuments floating silently besides the skyscrapers. Further off, obscured by the atmosphere, you thought you could almost see the buildings move.You grab another stick from the packet in your coat’s pocket and sit down at the folding chair attached to the inner wall of the APC behind the pilot’s seat. You look at the flight computer to see that you’re a bit less than a third of the way there, showing T -115 minutes until your arrival. You lit your smoke up, and the pleasant scent gives way to a nice buzz.
>>6301744Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the internal lights of the APC going red, and you instinctively found a handlebar to hold onto, and lost your IHO stick. Shit. Before you could react, the pilot shouted into the comms:“BRACE!”The pilot performed a rolling manoeuvre, spinning the APC to dive straight towards the wall. As the central pillar that had been to your right quickly took its place above and behind you, the rest of the fleet reacted and executed the same move. The artificial gravity within the hovercraft kept your feet in one place but was weak enough for you to feel the momentum of the vehicle to rapidly change and your smoke to fall to the back of the cart. Fuck. Your internal swearing didn’t last long, as the sensors indicated a large object, with what seemed to be its own gravitational field, falling towards your previous location terrifyingly fast. Quickly moving hundreds of meters away, your pilot had already removed you from the main collision course with the falling object but unfortunately the warped gravity surrounding it had already been fighting against your own grav plates. As the object came into view in the rear cameras, you realised that it had been one of the skyscrapers growing out of the ceiling, now detached and in a freefall. The field surrounding it was dragging numerous smaller panels and debris with it to who knows where, and your engine was giving the fight of its life to escape and not sink with the detached building. The APC shook violently. The reactor working its best was still not enough to escape the full field. You were being dragged a few kilometres, but at least you were far enough away from any of the other debris that had been falling. After one last struggle take you to the depths, the falling building’s field finally failed in keeping you in its grasp. You rapidly sped towards the wall, not being able to slow down at first due to calibration errors, Lusil managed to pull the APC up from the wall after creating some sparks between it and the frontal grav plates.The rest of the fleet followed suit, more or less following the same route. The skyscraper now above you were still falling down, completely blocking out the original route to the Fornax deposit. After a brief period of damage reports and roll calls, you were happy to hear that besides some tankers who hit their head, the condition of both the vehicles and the personnel were nominal.
>>6301746A new route to the deposit was made, this time hugging the walls. Due to the gravitational anomalies left by the building, and the strain you put on the hovercraft, you had to significantly reduce your speed. Kara punched in the coordinates to make a new path, and the flight computer showed about 10 hours of travel time. All things considered, you got lucky, except for your smoke, which somehow disappeared. The convoy started back up once again.The rest of the journey went on without a hitch. The clearing was painted as a flight risk in the nav logs, and you eventually arrived at your destination.“The Fornax is within that building sir.” Kara said, pointing towards a skyscraper connected to a dark tunnel in the wall via a wide but thin bridge. In letters much bigger than the hovercraft, you could read “DEPOT K2032” by the side of the building. You ordered the pilot to move to the bridge, and after the convoy arrived you noticed that there weren’t any doors present in the building itself.Not wanting to bring irreplaceable assets into a potential ambush spot, you ordered the hovercraft to stay on and around the bridge, setting up a perimeter. You took your helmet, suited up, connected the tubing of your respirator and opened the APC doors.With your orders, another squad joined you. Your lasgun hoisted up, you moved into the building and examined the interior. There were no windows, no nooks nor crevices that could be used for an ambush. Aside from the slight incline of a ramp leading up to the bridge, the most noticeable aspect was the Fornaxium canisters stacked neater than any army warehouse you had seen in your entire life. The canisters were organised according to size, the largest being 40-45 meters and the smallest ones the standard .5 meter canisters you had been used to.
>>6301749You quietly gave the order to your engineer, who towered above rest of the troops, to restrain the flametrooper before the fuelhuffer burnt the entire expedition to the ground. You gave the “all clear” to your armour, and three APCs, (two regular one supply) moved close to the Fornaxium to load it into the vehicles. You gave the supply officer the order to expedite the process. And moved back to your APC which was holding up the perimeter with the tank on the bridge.Inside, was your ever friendly engineer, Zami, with your flametrooper, Logi who was duct taped to his seat as tightly as possible, whose creative insults would be audible if he wasn’t gagged. You sighed and took a seat next to the mutant. You removed the helm you were wearing and gave her another stick of IHO, lighting one up yourself, Logi’s eyes fixated on the fire, and he finally shut up for a second, immediately continuing after the it went out.“Ssso.. what do you think about the misssion?” asked Zami. Despite her looks she had a soft voice. “I think command skimped out on the intel.” You grunted.“That’ss not what I mean” said Zami. Silence followed, you took another hit of the IHO and spoke: “I don’t like it, it doesn’t make sense for us to be here.” You paused “If command knew of this place they’d send the whole army, not us. But they received a report, obviously not the version we have, so this whole mission tastes of ash”She looked at you, and then looked forwards, seemingly in deep thought. Even Logi had gone quiet. Comms chatter from your helmet broke the silence after a few moments. You put it on to hear your supply officer: “Sir, we have finished loading up the fuel as much as we can. Over”.“Copy that. Let’s get back in the air and start moving, I don’t want to dawdle. Over”. You responded.
>>6301750Soon, the original crew of the craft took their place. The nav officer set up a new route, this time to the life signatures detected on the northern side of the curvature. Gravitational anomalies had calmed down; hence you could speed up a bit more while still hugging the wall. The journey would take about 6 hours. You started your engines back up again, now stocked with enough fuel to last a few years, held on as the hovercraft oriented itself to use the wall itself as a road.There was no night and day in this place, in that regard, it was similar to the hive you lived at as a small kid. Although that’s were the similarities ended, the hive was a pile of shit compared to the wonders of this place.You decided to get some shuteye on the way to the settlement. Just in case, you fastened yourself to your bed.You saw no dreams.When you woke up, you were almost at your destination. The city, or what seemed like one, was almost like a heap of scrap growing out of the pristine skyscraper. Wires, scaffolding, steel supports all jutted out from random spots of the town, which expanded in all directions. Upon closer inspection, you could see visible scars, numerous bullet holes and las blasts across the surface. There was a thin, small bridge connecting the town to the wall.You ordered your APC to land on the bridge, while the rest pointed their weapons at the already battered city gates. You could now see where they had machine gun nests, although most had been ripped off by what seemed like physical force. At certain spots, blood seemed to have flown like sewer water through a pipe, staining the rusted metal. The battle seemed recent.You suited up and got out with your team. The scav guards, or what was left of them, were all in their positions. These people were desperate , they wouldn’t fight unless they had to, so you unholstered your weapon and ordered your squad to do the same. Once you got to the gate one of the guards, holding a bent machine gun that had a higher chance of exploding than hitting anything, screamed at you: “OY! YOU! HALT YOUR STEPS, WHAT ARE YOU? FLESH OR BONE?”You answered back: “We’re TRADERS, We don’t wish to fight”.You heard chatter behind the door through your helmet’s audio sensors, but it was not loud enough to be clear. After a bit of time, the guard poked his head out, he had a cone shaped helmet: “WE SCAN YOU FIRST, GREY THING!”.Afterwards, a blue light grid which according to your suit sensors did absolutely nothing, brushed over your squad. You heard a ping from inside the gate, and then panting as the mechanism to open it seemed to be manual.
>>6301752Once the gate was open, two guards immediately rushed to your side. They seemed to have bloody bandages wrapped at various spots around their body. One of them wore a half town gas mask, and the other what seemed like a mask made of plastic. The city gates lead directly to an extremely cramped street, clearly meant to be a killbox but currently it was unmanned. The plastic mask spoke first: “The Rular would want to see you grey thing. you came by before, right? This one’s brother, who got mawed, had met you before and told this one. Ask when you want to meet”.You didn’t respond yet, but the previous expedition seemed to have made it here. As you walked on, the killbox gave way to the city proper. To your surprise, barter pubs and other recreational areas were visible, and it didn’t seem like people were starving.What is your plan?>Meet with this ‘Rular’, If they have met the previous expedition, maybe you can get some information. They will most definitely ask for something back.>Plastic mask (or whatever their name is) is a local and he seemed to know stuff about the expedition. Maybe you can ask him about it (write in questions)>You can go to the barter pubs to try your luck there, but besides the amsec and IHO they often don’t have anything (roll 2d100, best of 2 for this option)>(write in)
>>6301753>Meet with this ‘Rular’, If they have met the previous expedition, maybe you can get some information. They will most definitely ask for something back.
>>6301753>>Meet with this ‘Rular’, If they have met the previous expedition, maybe you can get some information. They will most definitely ask for something back.
Unfortunately, it seems like I won't be able to update for today. I am still working on it so updates will continue as soon as possible
