Ray had largely avoided the blast, mostly because of his slouching posture in the movie seats. Not that he was unhurt, he was just less critically injured than most in the theater. Upon awakening, he noticed the plight of David first as he was sitting next to him, and took off his jacket and shirt to help. He did as David suggested and tore apart his shirt, bandaging the hand wound as tightly as he could.
"You're bleeding," David said in shock. Ray's vision was becoming blocked by his own blood flowing into his left eye from a head wound.
"Don't worry, head wounds bleed a lot." He wiped the blood from his eye and moved on to help Cassandra. He pulled the piece of seat off her and tried to keep her conscious. "Hey, Cassy, don't, uh, don't pass out or anything. Stay awake." Ray shouted, "Someone call 999!"
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Ray found his cogitator. He carried it outside the craft and opened it. A brief examination revealed it had suffered a dent or two in the crash, but little damage beyond that. He extended his interface mechadendrite and connected his consciousness with the cogitator's. The screen on the cogitator failed to display anything for a minute before Ray performed the rite of percussive maintenance to refocus the Machine Spirits of his cogitator. He didn't need the screen to use his cogitator; he could just read all the data from his augmentic eye. However, showing everyone where they were would be hard without the cogitator's 2d holo-display.
"Hey there, need help with anything?" The first guardsman made an inquiry. "Umm, sure, go help the commissar with unloading the supplies. Make sure we have the important stuff like food, medicine and water purification tablets, survival supplies like tents, messkits and luminators, and anything we can use to get out of here, like compasses, magnoculars, vox-casters, auspex, microbeads, whatever. They should also have a few weapons, likely lasrifles. Get everything out of the life-pod so we can take inventory."
He looked around and took in his surroundings while his cogitator booted up. The sky was overcast, so it was hard to tell what time of day it was on the planet. I've been in stickier situations before, and this really doesn't seem to bad, all things considered. So why do I feel so uneasy? He remembered one of his master's teachings: 'Trust your instincts.' My gut tells me this is gonna get a whole lot worse before it gets better. He pulled out his lho case and opened it. He stared at the open case for a few seconds, debating weather or not he should take a smoke or if he should try to conserve his supply, before deciding he needed one after the crap he just went through. He stuck one in his mouth, snapped the case shut and ignited the built-in lucifer. Ray took one long drag before letting the lho-stick hang from his lips.
His cogitator booted up, so Ray deftly accessed the map files for Sisk and was quickly able to identify the South Sea. He zoomed in on the area they were heading towards when the pod was landing and found that the island they were on was actually a small archipelago. He got up and took a compass from the pile of supplies, and after some brief checking, identified that they had landed on the south coast of the southernmost island. There were three other islands, a western one, a northern one and a small central one. Topographical reports said that the only access to the central island were three rope bridges, one connecting to each island, and also stated that the west and south islands were also connected by rope bridge. Census reports from about a century ago stated that there was a small village on the western island and a larger one on the north coast of the north island, along with a manor. The overall population of the island at the time was hardly over 200. The most intriguing piece of data he found was an encrypted file saying that there was an old listening post on the north island, hidden inside a cave. He found some data-slates in the supplies and copied the map info to each of them.
"Hey there, need help with anything?" The first guardsman made an inquiry. "Umm, sure, go help the commissar with unloading the supplies. Make sure we have the important stuff like food, medicine and water purification tablets, survival supplies like tents, messkits and luminators, and anything we can use to get out of here, like compasses, magnoculars, vox-casters, auspex, microbeads, whatever. They should also have a few weapons, likely lasrifles. Get everything out of the life-pod so we can take inventory."
He looked around and took in his surroundings while his cogitator booted up. The sky was overcast, so it was hard to tell what time of day it was on the planet. I've been in stickier situations before, and this really doesn't seem to bad, all things considered. So why do I feel so uneasy? He remembered one of his master's teachings: 'Trust your instincts.' My gut tells me this is gonna get a whole lot worse before it gets better. He pulled out his lho case and opened it. He stared at the open case for a few seconds, debating weather or not he should take a smoke or if he should try to conserve his supply, before deciding he needed one after the crap he just went through. He stuck one in his mouth, snapped the case shut and ignited the built-in lucifer. Ray took one long drag before letting the lho-stick hang from his lips.
His cogitator booted up, so Ray deftly accessed the map files for Sisk and was quickly able to identify the South Sea. He zoomed in on the area they were heading towards when the pod was landing and found that the island they were on was actually a small archipelago. He got up and took a compass from the pile of supplies, and after some brief checking, identified that they had landed on the south coast of the southernmost island. There were three other islands, a western one, a northern one and a small central one. Topographical reports said that the only access to the central island were three rope bridges, one connecting to each island, and also stated that the west and south islands were also connected by rope bridge. Census reports from about a century ago stated that there was a small village on the western island and a larger one on the north coast of the north island, along with a manor. The overall population of the island at the time was hardly over 200. The most intriguing piece of data he found was an encrypted file saying that there was an old listening post on the north island, hidden inside a cave. He found some data-slates in the supplies and copied the map info to each of them.
Pathfinder said
interagrator
That made me laugh.
I'll add a list of all the stuff that we get from the life-pod later, probably in my next post or two.
dereken said
Outside the pod there was blue sky and clean sand, as well as an ocean.
I just said that the sky was overcast. Also, though I never said it, the beach is not a 'clean' beach. There's all sorts of twigs, rocks, leaves and other crap in it. Something like this:
On that note the forest is like this:
The general climate is damp and it's generally not a pleasant place to live.
Just wanted to clarify my mental image of the place.
Well, I had a pretty good day (its almost 11 where I am). I made a flan.
Hold on, I'll edit my post a bit more to give you a picture.
EDIT: Okay, that better?
EDIT: Okay, that better?
AkiBlue said
Pfft, Ray you're so subtle. Because they were definitely talking about pie.
Ray was drunk. He figured he just needed to seem outraged to fit in.
Already EDITed.
Grothnor said
Ray searched his mind for something for her to do to get her out of his face. "Go check on him," He gestured towards Igam who, as far as he could tell, was out cold. Or was dead. Hopefully the former.
EDIT: @Lucian: Sorry.
Ray heard a couple voices, a guardsman and a commissar. Suddenly his commbead squealed painfully loud in his ear. "Me ok inquisitor!" The Ogryn certainly didn't do subtle. Ray wondered why they bothered going undercover at all.
"It's Interrogator, big guy. In-terr-o-ga-tor." Sure enough, Grav was off, climbing out of the life-pod, and not listening. "Its like teaching flakboard." Ray muttered. He got up out of the cockpit and walked towards the back exit.
And now that the felid was out of the bag, people were lining up to take his orders. A cogboy started introducing herself. Wait, would she be a cogboy or a cog-girl? Ray wondered. A guardswoman hopped up after the techpriestess. Clearly one from one of those regiments where more work was put into making the troops' uniforms perfect than anything useful. Ray's first impression was one of annoyance. He disliked her attitude, he disliked her volume, he just disliked her. "Go..." Ray searched his mind for something for her to do to get her out of his face. "Go check on him," He gestured towards Igam, who as far as he could tell, was out cold. Or was dead. Hopefully the former.
Ray stepped past her and hopped out of the life-pod hatch, where he immediately fell to his hands and knees and vomited. I am so glad that I'm not an Inquisitor. This would be so undignified. After emptying his stomach, he took a look around. Sure enough, it was an island, like the nav-computer said: a beach was hardly 50 meters from the craft. The pod was surrounded by trees in every direction except behind it; it had ploughed through quite a few. So far as the eye could see, there was nothing. No wildlife, no people, nothing, except the distinctive caw of crows in the distance. He went back inside the craft for his portable cogitator. The maps on there would definitely have more info on this place.
"It's Interrogator, big guy. In-terr-o-ga-tor." Sure enough, Grav was off, climbing out of the life-pod, and not listening. "Its like teaching flakboard." Ray muttered. He got up out of the cockpit and walked towards the back exit.
And now that the felid was out of the bag, people were lining up to take his orders. A cogboy started introducing herself. Wait, would she be a cogboy or a cog-girl? Ray wondered. A guardswoman hopped up after the techpriestess. Clearly one from one of those regiments where more work was put into making the troops' uniforms perfect than anything useful. Ray's first impression was one of annoyance. He disliked her attitude, he disliked her volume, he just disliked her. "Go..." Ray searched his mind for something for her to do to get her out of his face. "Go check on him," He gestured towards Igam, who as far as he could tell, was out cold. Or was dead. Hopefully the former.
Ray stepped past her and hopped out of the life-pod hatch, where he immediately fell to his hands and knees and vomited. I am so glad that I'm not an Inquisitor. This would be so undignified. After emptying his stomach, he took a look around. Sure enough, it was an island, like the nav-computer said: a beach was hardly 50 meters from the craft. The pod was surrounded by trees in every direction except behind it; it had ploughed through quite a few. So far as the eye could see, there was nothing. No wildlife, no people, nothing, except the distinctive caw of crows in the distance. He went back inside the craft for his portable cogitator. The maps on there would definitely have more info on this place.
Let the Grimdarkness commence! IC is up and running. All accepted characters are in the pod with Ray, and any characters who join late can come down on their own pods.
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