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Raymond had taken the Captain's Quarters and turned them into his headquarters, mostly because it was the only room in the crashed skyship that had a desk. The Ship Condition report made him groan as he read it. He was hoping the damages were minor and that they'd be able to repair them easily and get airborne, but it seemed like they were stuck here, wherever here was....

He had called a meeting with all the people he had sent out and everyone else who had an issue to bring up. “Okay, lets see how we can make my day worse,” He started with a joke which eased the considerable tension in the room. “First issue please, and give your name too.”

A woman, middle aged and holding herself with a graceful air, approached. “I am Madam Geraldine Knotsford Sir Skalter, and-”

Raymond interrupted, “Just Chief will do.”

She resumed, “Chief Skalter, we simply do not have enough room onboard this skyship for nearly two hundred fifty men, women and children to live. We need a more open shelter, lest disease spread and decimate us.”

“I agree. We will need to find a suitable place for habitation away from this wreck. We can't all survive within this ship.”

“Furthermore, we request that to stifle the premature spread of sickness, we ask that a latrine be built.”

“Granted. Dobson,” he addressed one of his old Union members, “Take ten men and get it done. We will look into new habitation sites, Madam, I promise. Next.”

An old man approached. “Hiltz. Just Hiltz. A storm is comin', and I can feels it. Its gonna be a biggun too. I dunno what te do abouts it, but I thought ye'd like te know.”

“Thank you, Hiltz. People?”

The skyship engineer who he helped and did the ship condition report stepped forward. “Jenks Viladi, I think its best we release the hydrogen on the balloons. If lightning strikes them, we could all get blown to hell, pardon my language.”

“Is there any chance we could fly without it, Jenks?”

“No, but I can assure you chief, this thing won't fly ever again. Its all in the report.”

Raymond nodded. “Can we use the hydrogen for anything?” Jenks shook his head. “Okay then, you're in charge of releasing the hydrogen without losing the balloons. We could use that large amount of canvas.”

“We could make ponchos out of them!” Madam Knotsford spoke up.

“Sounds good. Jenks, once you release the hydrogen gas, give the balloons to Madam Knotsford. Madam, I am putting you in charge of making ponchos out of balloon canvas. You may requisition anyone you see fit and able in this manner. Lets start with an order of fifty in... two days, then we'll see.” Jenks and the Madam nodded. “Also, send out a general order to the people to set out buckets, bowls, pots, anything that can catch water. It'll save us maybe a day or two from having to trek up the mountain to gather snow for water. Next?”

“ Knute Crenshaw, boss,” Knute had worked with Raymond as his direct underling in the Union and the two knew each other quite well. He had only introduced himself so that everyone would know his name, and as a subtle reinforcement of Ray's position. “Our food supplies are dangerously low. I'd like to organize a foraging party as soon as possible.”

“Granted, but I'd rather you hold off until after the storm. I'd also like you to organize a logging party. We could use the wood for cooking fires, repairs to the hull, tools, etcetera. Feel free to requisition whatever you feel appropriate from the arms locker. Next order of business, we need to find a new location for settlement. Ideas?”

Jenks stepped forward again, “We could use the life carrier to survey the surrounding region. We don't need to fully repair the it, we just need to fix up the gondola and the burners, then secure a line to it from the ground so it doesn't blow away. It's small enough to float only with hot air so we don't need any hydrogen, all we need is some lumber to fix the gondola and some coal or charcoal to give it lift.”

“That sounds much more efficient than sending scouting parties out into who-knows-what. Jenks, you are now Chief of Aviation. You're in charge of anything to do with the Life Carrier. If there are no more issues, you may all go about your duties.”
SyrianHamster said
Right, let's get this life carrier issue out of the way. For the sake of pleasing your beloved GM, could we just leave the water purification equipment as a requirement to repair? I mean, we have floating air ships, it stands to reason that we could have a bit of leeway on steam engine logic. Perhaps we could put it down to the generator being unequal to the task, and that every little helps? Getting the thing off the ground will be nothing short of an engineering miracle, but hoorah away we go?Otherwise I'll have to allow Grothnor the thing from the get go- which I'm happy to do, so long as everyone else is okay with the idea.


How does this sound: since I don't have the high enough quality water for a steam generator, my Life Carrier can only travel so far (say, 5 regions) before having to stop to clear the system of gunk and replace the water, a process that would take several hours, as opposed to the high quality water which would allow me to travel to any destination on one stop.
Thanks for your understanding and support everybody, though all we've really been doing is playing Borderlands 2. Mostly its DLCs.

Also, Post is up.
One of the ex-prisoners offered to take the keys from Ray and release the rest, and he happily obliged. Okay, now I have an army, but no weapons. Ray approached one of the prisoners who was ordering the others around, obviously an officer of some kind. “Do you know where we can find some weapons?”

“The armory, but these bastard pirates have likely looted the place already. Weapons should be our priority, without them, we can't fight off Fenn's forces, and once they realize we've been released, they'll send everyone they can to stop us.”

“Hmm...” Ray thought quickly and remembered the unconscious gate guard. “I have an idea.” He strode out the gate and dragged the sleeping man into the courtyard. He awoke and started screaming until Ray drew his sword, held it to his throat and looked him in the eyes. “Tell me where the weapons are or I slit your throat just like your buddy. Answer truthfully and I won't kill you.”

The pirate stammered a response. “Th-The Warehouses! By the docks! W-We were going to load them on the ships, but Ki- er, Cap'n Fenn wanted more men first. Oh god please don't kill me!”

Ray smiled and lowered his sword. “I am a man of my word.” He then drew a pistol and handed it to the officer. “Do what you will with him.” The officer approached the pirate, who shrieked at Ray.

“You promised! You said I'd live!”

“I promised that I wouldn't kill you. I can't speak for these gentlemen.”

“You lying ba-”CRACK!

Ray moved to the center of the courtyard and pitched his voice to carry through the entire area. “Your Island is in peril, as are my comrades. One common foe stands in our path, and his name is Captain Fenn. Will you let him take everything we hold dear?”

“No.” The soldiers called back, disjointedly, but emphatically.

“Will you let his injustice stand?”

“No!” Their replies were more unified and forceful.

“Will you let that so-called 'King' live one day more?!”

“NO!” A mighty chorus shouted back. Cannons boomed in the distance.

“They have taken your weapons to the warehouses. Go forth, first to the docks, and then, to glory!”

As the troops surged out of the prison with a roar, Ray held back and stopped Arthur. He placed the grenade he got from Lisset in his hands. “You mother says you forgot this.” Arthur smiled. “Put it to good use.” He patted him on the back and sent him off with the rest of the men. Now it was time for the truly hard part. He hoped he wasn't too late.

Runali, don't die.
(This takes place before Aki's Post.)

“Not terribly big, but then it probably doesn't have to be.” Ray murmured to himself. Okay, two sentries, both asleep, giving me the advantage, but if one wake up, its all over. Still very risky. He looked over their outfits and inwardly cringed. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those outfits. But I probably need them. Even if I take out those two silently, all it takes is a single guard inside to spot me and its all over. He selected the outfit of the larger one, deciding he'd rather have clothes that are too large than too small.

Sneaking forward seemed like the most tense moment of his life. There was nothing to hide behind as he approached the gate, so he instead tried moving as slowly and as silently as possible. Once he got to the gate, he stood behind the guard whose clothing he meant to steal, raising his saber to his neck, and grasping the back of the blade to pull forward on his neck. He hesitated; the idea of murdering a man in his sleep seemed repulsive and unsporting. He quelled his reluctance by reminding himself of the stakes: either he dies unfairly or you die unfairly with all your friends, having broken your oath to protect the Captain.

He steeled himself and did the deed, dragging the corpse around the corner of the prison. He reached out to remove the man's clothing, but realized the pirate clothes were more soaked in blood than his. Swearing silently, he searched for something to cover the body or someplace to hide it, but found nothing. He decided he had no choice but to take the other pirate's clothing and carry on; he cursed his lack of planning. The second pirate, the one with the keys, went down to a pistol whip. Ray cut the keys from his belt and set him upright in his chair. He spontaneously decided to leave the outfit on him, two missing gate guards or one naked one would be way too suspiscious. Hopefully, if a guard chanced by them, he would assume one guard had gone for a leak, and not look close enough to notice the trail of blood.

Dueling is simple. Dueling is honorable. Dueling is a controlled environment in which you either know all the variables beforehand or learn them quickly. This is lunacy. Ray nervously peeked in the gate before opening it. He slipped in, closing the squeaky iron gates behind him. He quickly tiptoed through the courtyard, seeing the premise was all clear. It looked like the two gate guards were the only guards. He got to a prison cell nearest to the southwest staircase and started trying the keys.

“Hey!” Ray jumped, dropping the keys. One of the prisoners in the darkened cell had noticed him. “What are you doing?” the prisoner.

Ray grabbed the keys, “Getting you out of here.”
Sorry, I've been quite distracted from writing. My friend is currently having personal issues that have her living in a place without internet, so I've had her over to my place every night to keep her company, which overlaps with my best writing time. Also I'm a lazy bum.

I've had a post half-finished, but it seems to fit well with Aki's plot advancement, so I'm posting it.
The next shuttle came not from the planet's surface, but from another ship docked in the system. Rayvius had booked passage onboard the rogue trader ship Joygirl's Lover, an unusual method of travel for most space marines, even Deathwatch, but not for Kill-Marines. Rayvius had been apart from is fellow Astartes for the past 26 years, and hadn't even seen another Space Marine in the past 14. He was anxious to be in the presence of Battle Brothers again; it was something he was not totally accustomed to. However, what concerned him more was the kind of situation that would call him out of isolation. He had been tracking down a group of Eldar pirates in the system, hoping they would make the mistake of boarding his ship, but luck was not on his side and orders called him here, to the Resolute Faith.

His shuttle docked and he strode onboard the cutter, wearing a dark green bodyglove and a black tabard bearing the Insignia of the Deathwatch, and was greeted by the Captain of the ship. He nodded his head in polite salutation, "Greetings, Captain Faust. I trust I am on schedule?" Captain Faust nodded, a little taken aback by this killing-machine's manners. "I only have a single cargo module containing my personal effects. Could you please sign for it?" Captain Faust was fully flabbergasted: a Space Marine said please. He signed and Rayvius thanked him and proceeded into the ship. Rayvius smiled. He had learned early that being polite could made things very easy, and put others off guard when it was an Astartes it was coming from.
Raymond awoke from the crash. He was still strapped into his seat, and the skyship was still intact, mostly. People were calling out across the ship, running through the corridors. The alarms were blaring, and pipes were bleeding steam. Raymond unbuckled himself from his seat and fell to the floor. He fought the urge to hurl as he stood and grabbed a passerby by the arm. He wore the uniform of a skyship engineer. "What's going on?"

"We crashed." Raymond asked what in specific was happening. "There's a fire on the aft starboard deck, it hasn't hurt anyone, but it could ignite the hydrogen balloons and blow us all to hell. Also the aft cargo door is jammed so we can't disembark anyone or anything, I'm looking for anyone who can help."

"Alright, go to the forward port passenger module and tell the people there the Chief needs them. Send them to help with the fire and the doors. In the mean time, start evacuating people through the maintenance hatches." The skyship engineer nodded and ran off. Raymond started limping towards the cargo bay.

As far as he could tell, their skyship was struck by another. Perhaps it had lost control or been damaged in the storm, maybe infected had overrun it and left it without guidance. Raymond hoped the case was one of the former. Their skyship had already had some issues with infected aboard, but they were swiftly dealt with. Raymond hoped the accursed plague hadn't followed them, but there likely wasn't much hope of that.

The cargo hold was packed with supplies and people trying to get out of the imperiled skyship. Ray had to push his way through the crowd to get to the doors and examine the malfunction. People were calling out questions, each trying to get a grasp of the situation and add their advice. "Why aren't the doors opening?" "Somebody get to the door controls." "Where's the Captain?" "Why'd we crash?" "Try prying them open!" "Who's in charge here?" "Those doors are too big to just pry open." "Why ain't the buttons working?"

Raymond noticed the motors weren't moving which meant there was no power or the wiring was damaged. He had no time to hunt down a break in wiring, nor the tools to fix it, so he started looking for a manual crank. Sure enough he found one, and no one had noticed because nobody by the door had any mechanical experience. Calling for help to turn it, Raymond got the crank turning, but slowly: the rusty thing hadn't been maintenanced in what looked like months. People began pouring out of the skyship in an ever increasing trickle.

Once the cargo doors were fully open, Raymond joined the throng outside the airship and took in his surroundings. The mass of survivors looked around and chattered as they took in theor surroundings. They had landed on some kind of plateau on a mountain slope. We can at least get a good view of their surroundings from up here. Raymond thought. A jungle was a few miles down the slope, and only a mile or two up the slope was snow. At least water won't be too much of an issue. Raymond's thoughts were interrupted by a woman in her 40s or 50s. "You are the one who opened the doors, am I right?"

"Um, yes, ma'am."

"You saved all our lives. Thank you."

Ray was taken aback; he hadn't really thought about the situation like that. People began murmuring to one another about this revelation, some skeptical, others grateful, most confused. The old woman lingered, expecting Raymond to say something, so he dumbly said, "Well, there was a fire onboard and I had to get everyone off before the hydrogen balloons went up. It could have killed everyone." This admission only stirred more chatter among the survivors. Their gossip increased in volume again when the skyship engineer Raymond had stopped came out of the ship with some of Raymond's union members and explained the fire was under control and that the men Raymond had directed to help were instrumental in putting the fire out.

"So, where's the Captain?" Raymond asked.

The engineer shook his head. "That skyship that hit us sheared off the entire cockpit."

"So who's in charge?" Ray asked. "You?"

The engineer shook his head and raised his hands. "No, sir, not me. If anyone, I think you should be in charge."

The crowd looked on expectantly, and Raymond sighed. "Okay. I need someone, uhh, you. Get a head count going, find out how many people are alive and kicking. You get a burial detail organized for anyone who didn't make it. See if we have a preacher in the group. I need you two to take inventory of what supplies we have, and you," he pointed to the engineer, "Get me a report on the skyship's condition."

The engineer saluted. "Sure thing, Chief... uh..."

"The name's Skalter. Union Chief Raymond Skalter."
Crash Site: 42

Items Salvaged from Crash Site:

- Carpentry Supplies

- Steam-Powered Generator

- Broken Life Carrier

Leader’s Name: Raymond Skalter

Leader’s Age: 33

Leader’s Appearance:

Leader’s Former Occupation: Engineer's Union Chief

Leader’s Mentality: Raymond never wanted to be a Union Chief, but his friends needed him, so he chose to take a leadership role before the plague struck in force. The plague took his family when his wife hid the fact that she was infected; she killed their children and almost killed him too, so he takes the plague very seriously. He prefers to rely on the expert opinions of others before making decisions, and will leave things to those who know how to get them done.

Amount of Survivors at Start: 243

Survivor Group Type: About 15% are engineers, 25% are construction laborers and the remaining 60% are miscellaneous refugees.
Why is water purification equipment needed to rebuild the broken life carrier? I mean, you could just use any old water to run the steam generator, right? Unless I'm getting this all wrong.
I am intrigued. I'll start working on a CS at once.

EDIT: CS is done.

Crash Site: 12

Items Salvaged from Crash Site: Carpentry Supplies, Steam-Powered Generator

Leader’s Name: Raymond Skalter

Leader’s Age: 33

Leader’s Appearance: Here

Leader’s Former Occupation: Engineering Union Chief

Leader’s Mentality: Ray didn't want command, but it was thrust upon him. He has had to become a bit of a rabble rouser as a Union Chief, but prefers to rely on the advice of those more knowledgeable than he.

Amount of Survivors at Start: 273

Survivor Group Type: 15% are engineers, 25% are construction workers, 60% are miscellaneous refugees.
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