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[Prosperus]

((Hey guys. Until Tuesday I am at a conference where they do not provide internet access (lame-ass b*tches). I have a wifi connection at my hotel, but I am not planning to spend a lot of time in my hotel room. You see, I am in New Orleans now and I was planning to spend every evening in a bar, preferably listening to jazz music. I will try to post actions as much as possible, but if necessary I suggest that my team leader (team Red) posts actions for me, or we could just assume that Lukas follows the red team around and uses extreme violence if necessary (that is about all he is good at, besides acting as an elevator).))

Go to sleep mode and join Red team as soon as they get ready to leave. Don't forget to pick up weapons from the barracks.

[Thearpox]

Interesting, if a bit stereotypical for my taste. But that's what you get with gods edited by countless generations. I should keep her in mind. Can't say I believe in gods, but they can be useful. But heh, I wonder if I could do better. (Note, everything said in this post is said using my inside voice, not outloud.)

Make a new page on the datapad (using it as a drawing tablet), and when writing on it, try to match the layout of the other pages of the pantheon. Make a new god:

??: God of diplomacy and planning. The politician. Patron of deceit. Reaching out to those who desire peace. A partisan of caution.

Make the picture a figure of a man standing straight, and only bearing a slight resemblance to me. He is dressed in elegant clothes, is smiling, and is reaching out his hand for a handshake. The fingers on his other hand are crossed. Behind a window behind him, just barely seen, is a man with a laser rifle, aiming ahead. The laser rifle is marked with his symbol. His symbol is two hands joined together at the wrists, and coming apart from there. One of them is receiving a handshake, the other has it's fingers crossed.

"??, god of diplomacy and caution, deceit and good planning, confidence and determination. He is seldom worshipped, as most people choose more violent, straightforward gods instead. Some say that it is he, who rarely picks his apostles. Opinions differ as to his relation with Sri-haldon. Some say they are related, some say they are not. They definitely share a lot. But whereas she comes from shadows with a poisoned dagger, he comes with an open hand and an outstretched arm, seemingly honest, reliable, and competent. Sometimes, he is working together with Sri-haldon, sometimes against, their relationship always shifting. But it never reaches an extreme, stopping right before romance, and turning away right as it's about to reach hate, beginning a new cycle.

He prefers to avoid unnecesary risks, relying on others to do the manual and dangerous work, but always taking care not to seem too distant from the others. He is a good friend, but everything, everything he does is ultimately for his own gain without regard for any morals."

Huh, well I'd say that came off... however it came off. I will need to look at it with a clearer eye several days from now, with an eye of a stranger. I'll have to think about how to incorporate it into the book. The fanatic will probably finish it before we return to the sword, so I'll have to be careful about it. Or maybe I could tell him that he simply missed that page whilst scanning the book... Yeah, that could work. It could be a great prank, having him worship the something I created out of thin air. He he he...   I'll have to think about the name, won't I? No matter, I'll think of something. I've got a lot of time here.

I suppose getting ready for the expedition and going to sleep after I'm done.

[Radio Controlled]

Once finished, Mesk types a message and sends it to the team leader.

A quick thought.  What do you think about just... not exploring at all?  Spend a year out here, safe in our base, then return to the Paracelsus' Sword for an easy five tokens.  Probably not a completed mission on our records, though, but that'll be alright.  Opinion?

I'm not sure Steve would be ok with us loitering around for a year. And I don't know how he would react, and I'm not planning on finding out. Besides, aren't you a bit curious at what we might find here? Sure, it'll probably try to kill us, but still.

Pack 3 days worth of rations, then go rest in my bunk.

[Parisbre56]

Name:Flint/Competent Miner - Blue Squad - Quartermaster

First go and clean the after-party mess in the barracks.

Then look around for some kind of cart that could be used to carry supplies while on foot. If one is found, fill it with a few sample containers, 4 mapping drones and food and drink for 4 men for 2 days. Else see if I can make a bag for my exosuit (maybe use ropes and some shrink wrap) and put those things there. Else, see if I can simply tie those things on me. If I can't carry so many stuff, take what I can carry.

Then, get ready to move out with my squad.

@Bishop: "A pleasure to be working with you again Rocketman. I'll try to take some extra food and water with us, so that you don't have to carry so much."

@Everyone: "If anyone doesn't have a weapon, ask and I will be happy to provide."

((Updated notes with color coded squads. Of course, canary gold has been chosen for home squad.))

[kisame12794]

"So. What's the plan?"

[Parisbre56]

((Yay, look, my crappy boring backstory, just as I promised. If you find this horrible excuse of a story causes you brain damage or other kinds of distress, then I will not hesitate to remove it.))

"So, Zephyris, I promised you a story and a story I will deliver." said Flint as he sat comfortably in one of the barracks' bunks.

Spoiler: Flint's backstory: Part 1 - The Great Schism (click to show/hide)

"So, let us begin, shall we? First, like any tale, we must begin with the setting. It will be a bit boring I think but I guess boring works. It will help you sleep, if nothing else. Our story begins with the Great Schism of Orthodox Conservative Exo-spiritual Gnostic Anachronistic Christianity." *breath* "I don't know if you've heard about it, so I'll briefly sum it up for you.
About 250 years before my birth (actually a bit more than that if you take relativity into account) the planet Holy Beacon of the Home of Faith system was in turmoil. As you can probably tell from the names, most of the people there were quite pious and conservative and the government was a theocracy, led by the pope and his council of cardinals. The planet itself was founded by pilgrims with the intent to be an example of their creed. Of course, the perfect society they envisioned never came to fruition. Such is the way of those things I suppose...
Anyway, as I was saying, approximately 250 years before my birth, a dispute about whether or not people should be allowed to worship holograms in the same way as other holy icons had the planet on the brink of civil war. Why people were so concerned about the subject and how could people fight and lynch each other over a religion that preached nonviolence, I cannot understand to this day. But, that's not important to our story. What IS important is that cardinal Michael the Impatient, known today as the Robopope (that a man who is supposed to be close to God is so reluctant to return to him that he chose to become a robot says a thing or two about his character, I believe), after hearing the decision of pope Alexander the Reconciler to permit the worship of holograms, became enraged, for he found his decision too liberal (although some say that the fact that holograms would ruin the disposable icon industry that he had made much profit from had something to do with it, while others even claim that he engineered the entire crisis, just so he could serve some master plan of his).
So Michael, having some pull in the military, a lot of money and a silver tongue, managed to persuade and bribe a large part of the planet's population off world and into military and civilian transports, some of them small and unreliable things built by religious fanatics of his sect. Thus begun the great exodus, as it came to be known and Michael became the first (and as far as I know the only) pope of Orthodox Conservative Exo-Spiritual Gnostic Anachronistic Holoiconoclastic Christianity," *breath* "sole ruler of the followers of his creed.
So, the Robopope brought his people to Christ 3 of the Christ system. The system was about two light years from the Holy Beacon and Christ 3 was devoid of any human life. Of course there was a reason the planet was uninhabited: it was just out of the habitable zone, scorching hot with long days and nights, Christ was a red dwarf prone to mass ejections that blanketed the planet in radiation every 100 years and the system itself lacked any considerable mineral wealth, as the probe the people of Holy Beacon had sent had shown. Of course with a few battleships, wealth comparable to that of a small planet and thousands of fanatics at your disposal terraforming becomes a tad easier.
The planet was bombarded with comets to drop the temperature to bearable levels and give the planet some moisture, while the pious worked and died by the thousands, trying to set up an infrastructure with meager resources. And thus, after a few years of hard work, the planet was officially settled (of course, terraforming was continuing even during my time and I bet for some time after that) and the system became (after much arguing with the magister of Home of Faith) part of the UWM. And with that we're finished with the history. Next story should be more exciting, since we'll talk more about myself and my family and less about history."

"And that's my homeworld's history in a nutshell. Now, can anybody tell me the moral of the story?" he said as he looked around at the people in the barracks, like an old story teller that had just said some kind of educational tale to a bunch of children. "Nah, there's no moral (apart from the fact that people are stupid maybe). I'm just messing with you."

"So, any questions about my homeworld and its history? Otherwise, we should get to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day..."

Spoiler: The robopope (click to show/hide)

((Yeah, I know it's darth Vader with some bling and cherubims, but that's the best I could find.))

((I made up a religion so as not to offend anyone. Although with the rate new sects of Christianity are forming now that we're still on Earth as a species, I can imagine a religion like the one I made up springing up on some planet, once interstellar travel becomes possible. If you have been offended anyway, first I will apologize, but then I will ask you what are you doing in a sci-fi game, and specifically this sci-fi game.))

((And I just noticed that taken together the names of the two popes form the name of Corsair's character. Coincidence or is my subconscious trying to tell me something?))

[Toaster]

Too much holy wine again.  Daaaamnit.

"Praaaise be to... to... Miyamotor for his great choice.  I'll bring the wizzzdom of gods to our team.  Yay verily and crap.  Clearly green for Steve because he's awesome and crap.  Woo.  You guys rock, Team Steve roooools!"

Lars fell over after stretching too high.  He then crawled to a nice place to sleep and slept it off till the morning launch.

[MutzelRX]

@Miyamoto: "Understood."

As Zephyris listened to the old actor, she found something bugging her. Something she didn't quite comprehend.
"I do have a question..", she paused briefly as it occured to her that followers of the religion might find the question offensive. Then again, Flint didn't seem too pious. Surely he wouldn't mind. "Had anyone told either pope the religion's name was way too long?"


Go sleep until morning. Pack food and drink for 2 days before we leave, also pack up some medical supplies from the medbay (something along the lines of an emergency kit)

[Zako]

I just finished getting the specs for the drones. I have to say, I'm slightly dissapointed but not really suprised. Their range is less than a zone because that's all the data they can hold, they have a little bit more fuel than that and their scanning is basically visual with a laser rangefinder. You program in a set of parameters for it to fly itself and then just let it go do it's thing. Pretty basic, but there you go. Someone is going to have to carry a drone out to where they are going to scan, because they won't be able to fly there and back again.

I'm now going to go look for the landlines. Talk to you soon.

Shaking his head at the drones, Bishop stands and puts his helmet back on.

"Looks like it might be time for a walk outside."

Take a look around the outside of the base, looking for the landlines to Steve. While walking, take note of any enterances of any kind and where they lead. If I can't find the landlines outside, then check in the shuttle that brought us here and then check inside.

[Sean Mirrsen]

Anton frowns at the circumstances of the previous team's death, but so far has no concrete evidence to justify suspicion. He does, however, send a short report to Miyamoto about the findings.

  Chernozorov here. Examining the previous team's feeds. It seems the team took the shuttle over the crater, and plunged in. Strange, but nothing conclusive at the moment, except for one thing. The previous team's leader did not die with the team. Last available feed shows him walking away from the base, heading.. it's hard to tell, but seems to be northward. His (or her? forgot to check) survival is unlikely, but I would advise caution in mapping sectors 2 and 3. My examination of the garage suggests that a vehicle may have been taken from the complement, and from the number of vehicles available it is possible that it may have been another MPV. Can't say if tracks can even be seen anywhere on this rock, but I'd suggest keeping an eye out for it as well.
  Will report more as the feeds are examined further.

See if 600 hours of video can fit in my datapad's memory. If so, download them all - can't stay in CCR forever. If not, download just the leader's camera feed. Go to the garage, make self comfortable in the MPV's seat (or any other seat in the garage if the MPV is something like a quadracycle), and try to watch the leader's feed from the beginning until asleep. Take note, if possible, of the state of the outpost and surroundings in the feed as it progresses.

[Corsair]

Get checked out by Mesk then join in the party.

[Radio Controlled]

I just finished getting the specs for the drones. I have to say, I'm slightly dissapointed but not really suprised. Their range is less than a zone because that's all the data they can hold, they have a little bit more fuel than that and their scanning is basically visual with a laser rangefinder. You program in a set of parameters for it to fly itself and then just let it go do it's thing. Pretty basic, but there you go. Someone is going to have to carry a drone out to where they are going to scan, because they won't be able to fly there and back again.

I'm now going to go look for the landlines. Talk to you soon.

Hmm, quite annoying indeed. Oh well, we'll just have to make due with what we have. Oh, and how many drones are there, exactly?

Anton frowns at the circumstances of the previous team's death, but so far has no concrete evidence to justify suspicion. He does, however, send a short report to Miyamoto about the findings.

  Chernozorov here. Examining the previous team's feeds. It seems the team took the shuttle over the crater, and plunged in. Strange, but nothing conclusive at the moment, except for one thing. The previous team's leader did not die with the team. Last available feed shows him walking away from the base, heading.. it's hard to tell, but seems to be northward. His (or her? forgot to check) survival is unlikely, but I would advise caution in mapping sectors 2 and 3. My examination of the garage suggests that a vehicle may have been taken from the complement, and from the number of vehicles available it is possible that it may have been another MPV. Can't say if tracks can even be seen anywhere on this rock, but I'd suggest keeping an eye out for it as well.
  Will report more as the feeds are examined further.

We'll keep an eye out for it, good work. And be sure to keep me posted if you find anything else.

[piecewise]

(Sorry, what was Corsair's character's name?)

Mesk looks up from his talk with Miyamoto at [Corsair's character].
"Er... right.  What was your name, again?  And... why are you taking stupid risks like going exploring by yourself?  You pull a dumb stunt like that again, and you get hurt?  Don't expect my sympathy."
Give [Corsair's character] a quick checkup.

Once finished, Mesk types a message and sends it to the team leader.

A quick thought.  What do you think about just... not exploring at all?  Spend a year out here, safe in our base, then return to the Paracelsus' Sword for an easy five tokens.  Probably not a completed mission on our records, though, but that'll be alright.  Opinion?

[Med:5+2]
Mesk immediately knocks Michael out with a syringe of pain killers to the neck.

"Always wanted to do that."

Mesk then drags Michael to a bed and, after a thorough examination and much use of long rubber gloves, determines that he is healthy, but that he should limit his radiation exposure for the near future unless he wants to come down with a case of minor radiation sickness.

Go sleep untill morning. Then join green team after gettign ready.

You sleep off the booze and the cheap food before getting your gear and getting suited up for a long trek through the unknown.

make sure the gravimetric detection program has been uploaded to all drones, if it isnt then do so now.
Inspect vehicle sensors and try to determine if i can tweak them to detect gravimetric distortions, preferably with a higher sucess rate than the drones.

Grab 3 days worth of rations and stick them in my pack, make a pack first if necessary.

The program has been uploaded to all drones but when it comes to detecting using the vehicles you're kinda outta luck. Most don't really even have sensors since they rely on the pilot just looking around. The only ones that do are the mini shuttles and the main shuttle but they've got nothing that could really detect gravity fluctuations until they flew right into it.

You grab the food and water you need.

((Hey guys. Until Tuesday I am at a conference where they do not provide internet access (lame-ass b*tches). I have a wifi connection at my hotel, but I am not planning to spend a lot of time in my hotel room. You see, I am in New Orleans now and I was planning to spend every evening in a bar, preferably listening to jazz music. I will try to post actions as much as possible, but if necessary I suggest that my team leader (team Red) posts actions for me, or we could just assume that Lukas follows the red team around and uses extreme violence if necessary (that is about all he is good at, besides acting as an elevator).))

Go to sleep mode and join Red team as soon as they get ready to leave. Don't forget to pick up weapons from the barracks.

You gather your gear and make ready to sleep walk through the next few days.

Interesting, if a bit stereotypical for my taste. But that's what you get with gods edited by countless generations. I should keep her in mind. Can't say I believe in gods, but they can be useful. But heh, I wonder if I could do better. (Note, everything said in this post is said using my inside voice, not outloud.)

Make a new page on the datapad (using it as a drawing tablet), and when writing on it, try to match the layout of the other pages of the pantheon. Make a new god:

??: God of diplomacy and planning. The politician. Patron of deceit. Reaching out to those who desire peace. A partisan of caution.

Make the picture a figure of a man standing straight, and only bearing a slight resemblance to me. He is dressed in elegant clothes, is smiling, and is reaching out his hand for a handshake. The fingers on his other hand are crossed. Behind a window behind him, just barely seen, is a man with a laser rifle, aiming ahead. The laser rifle is marked with his symbol. His symbol is two hands joined together at the wrists, and coming apart from there. One of them is receiving a handshake, the other has it's fingers crossed.

"??, god of diplomacy and caution, deceit and good planning, confidence and determination. He is seldom worshipped, as most people choose more violent, straightforward gods instead. Some say that it is he, who rarely picks his apostles. Opinions differ as to his relation with Sri-haldon. Some say they are related, some say they are not. They definitely share a lot. But whereas she comes from shadows with a poisoned dagger, he comes with an open hand and an outstretched arm, seemingly honest, reliable, and competent. Sometimes, he is working together with Sri-haldon, sometimes against, their relationship always shifting. But it never reaches an extreme, stopping right before romance, and turning away right as it's about to reach hate, beginning a new cycle.

He prefers to avoid unnecesary risks, relying on others to do the manual and dangerous work, but always taking care not to seem too distant from the others. He is a good friend, but everything, everything he does is ultimately for his own gain without regard for any morals."

Huh, well I'd say that came off... however it came off. I will need to look at it with a clearer eye several days from now, with an eye of a stranger. I'll have to think about how to incorporate it into the book. The fanatic will probably finish it before we return to the sword, so I'll have to be careful about it. Or maybe I could tell him that he simply missed that page whilst scanning the book... Yeah, that could work. It could be a great prank, having him worship the something I created out of thin air. He he he...   I'll have to think about the name, won't I? No matter, I'll think of something. I've got a lot of time here.

I suppose getting ready for the expedition and going to sleep after I'm done.

You add the note to your digital copy and go to bed. What you mean by "getting ready" you'll have to specify if it's anything beyond just grabbing your gear and suit.

Once finished, Mesk types a message and sends it to the team leader.

A quick thought.  What do you think about just... not exploring at all?  Spend a year out here, safe in our base, then return to the Paracelsus' Sword for an easy five tokens.  Probably not a completed mission on our records, though, but that'll be alright.  Opinion?

I'm not sure Steve would be ok with us loitering around for a year. And I don't know how he would react, and I'm not planning on finding out. Besides, aren't you a bit curious at what we might find here? Sure, it'll probably try to kill us, but still.

Pack 3 days worth of rations, then go rest in my bunk.

You pack up 3 days worth of food and water and store them in your battlesuit's cockpit before going to bed.

Name:Flint/Competent Miner - Blue Squad - Quartermaster

First go and clean the after-party mess in the barracks.

Then look around for some kind of cart that could be used to carry supplies while on foot. If one is found, fill it with a few sample containers, 4 mapping drones and food and drink for 4 men for 2 days. Else see if I can make a bag for my exosuit (maybe use ropes and some shrink wrap) and put those things there. Else, see if I can simply tie those things on me. If I can't carry so many stuff, take what I can carry.

Then, get ready to move out with my squad.

@Bishop: "A pleasure to be working with you again Rocketman. I'll try to take some extra food and water with us, so that you don't have to carry so much."

@Everyone: "If anyone doesn't have a weapon, ask and I will be happy to provide."

((Updated notes with color coded squads. Of course, canary gold has been chosen for home squad.))

You clean up the mess, throwing the dishes in the sink and the garbage in the incinerator. You drag the table back and turn the television off before starting to get packed.

You use some cable and tarp from the garage to cobble together a rough back pack. You load it up with your supplies and hang it from your exoskeleton.

Too much holy wine again.  Daaaamnit.

"Praaaise be to... to... Miyamotor for his great choice.  I'll bring the wizzzdom of gods to our team.  Yay verily and crap.  Clearly green for Steve because he's awesome and crap.  Woo.  You guys rock, Team Steve roooools!"

Lars fell over after stretching too high.  He then crawled to a nice place to sleep and slept it off till the morning launch.

You curl up on a nice soft patch of ground in the corner, hugging a bottle of booze. You sleep until everyone is ready to go and wake up with a pretty sizable hangover.

@Miyamoto: "Understood."

As Zephyris listened to the old actor, she found something bugging her. Something she didn't quite comprehend.
"I do have a question..", she paused briefly as it occured to her that followers of the religion might find the question offensive. Then again, Flint didn't seem too pious. Surely he wouldn't mind. "Had anyone told either pope the religion's name was way too long?"


Go sleep until morning. Pack food and drink for 2 days before we leave, also pack up some medical supplies from the medbay (something along the lines of an emergency kit)

You grab some food and drink and store it in your bag along with some simple medical supplies. Not sure how useful they'll be, but better to have them.

I just finished getting the specs for the drones. I have to say, I'm slightly dissapointed but not really suprised. Their range is less than a zone because that's all the data they can hold, they have a little bit more fuel than that and their scanning is basically visual with a laser rangefinder. You program in a set of parameters for it to fly itself and then just let it go do it's thing. Pretty basic, but there you go. Someone is going to have to carry a drone out to where they are going to scan, because they won't be able to fly there and back again.

I'm now going to go look for the landlines. Talk to you soon.

Shaking his head at the drones, Bishop stands and puts his helmet back on.

"Looks like it might be time for a walk outside."

Take a look around the outside of the base, looking for the landlines to Steve. While walking, take note of any enterances of any kind and where they lead. If I can't find the landlines outside, then check in the shuttle that brought us here and then check inside.

Landlines are literally just physical cables that would allow people to communicate between two fixed points, through radio distortion. There are no land lines to steve because that would imply a literal cable from here to the sword. And considering the sword is, at this point sitting a few hundred light years away, that isn't gonna happen. Nor is communication of
 any kind. You are 100% on your own.

Anton frowns at the circumstances of the previous team's death, but so far has no concrete evidence to justify suspicion. He does, however, send a short report to Miyamoto about the findings.

  Chernozorov here. Examining the previous team's feeds. It seems the team took the shuttle over the crater, and plunged in. Strange, but nothing conclusive at the moment, except for one thing. The previous team's leader did not die with the team. Last available feed shows him walking away from the base, heading.. it's hard to tell, but seems to be northward. His (or her? forgot to check) survival is unlikely, but I would advise caution in mapping sectors 2 and 3. My examination of the garage suggests that a vehicle may have been taken from the complement, and from the number of vehicles available it is possible that it may have been another MPV. Can't say if tracks can even be seen anywhere on this rock, but I'd suggest keeping an eye out for it as well.
  Will report more as the feeds are examined further.

See if 600 hours of video can fit in my datapad's memory. If so, download them all - can't stay in CCR forever. If not, download just the leader's camera feed. Go to the garage, make self comfortable in the MPV's seat (or any other seat in the garage if the MPV is something like a quadracycle), and try to watch the leader's feed from the beginning until asleep. Take note, if possible, of the state of the outpost and surroundings in the feed as it progresses.

You download most of the leader's feed and then go sit in the bucket seat of one of the rocket bikes.

You watch the video for several hours, fast forwarding around through the boring parts. A few things of note come up.

This team did not build this base. It was here when they landed, deactivated like before. It looks like it had more food, and one of the mini shuttle is missing from the garage, but thats the extent of change.

The second and more worrying is references to a "Zone storm". No one says exactly what it is, but they hint about increased anomalous activity from near by zones leaking in toward the base on occasion. Hard to tell what form this will take, but it doesn't sound healthy.

Get checked out by Mesk then join in the party.

You spend the duration of the night passed out, alone, in a bed in the infirmary. You wake up sore, confused and slightly worried why there are so many rubber gloves laying around you.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((On the subject of landlines: Even if a cable did stretch from here to the Sword, it wouldn't allow for communication on any practical scale.))

[Tavik Toth]

Wait for team.