Strap my rifle across my back and check the spare battery is secure then shrug and turn to the group.
"Hope nobody has issues with the cold."
Follow the strange man
"Mind telling us your name so we dont have call you that strange man?"
(It's only cold if you have your helmet off or something. Your suits are insulated remember. But it's cold for him.)
"Wolfe, Dr. Wolfe." The man says, glancing back over his shoulder, "Though you can call me whatever you want."
"That's why you have a suit for, idiot."
Bishop hopped down, appreciating his new exoskeleton greatly. He could already feel the difference between normal clothing and wearing this great piece of machinery.
"So tell me, what exactly makes "Snowglobe" so dangerous?"
Follow the guide. Keep watch for any tech-divers that want to try something funny to get our gear.
It doesn't look like there's anyone out here, least no one beyond you and your crew. You take a look back at the building you left and stop, staggering a few paces back in surprise. It's not a building, it's a ship. A massive wafer of metal embedded in the silvered plane of the empty world, its engines like the stumps of severed fingers still clawing for the sky. Its cannons and hull are covered in black, open patches, holes where metal and pieces have been scavenged and torn away. You can just make out a few men clamoring over the outer armor, sitting or walking on armor plates 5 foot thick.
You turn back and jog to catch back up and ask your question.
"Oh, Automated defenses mostly." Wolfe says, "Robots. The snow too, but less so."
Whistle a merry tune to keep the spirits up in the group. Make sure I have taken some bottles of alcohol with me.
"Hey, why is it called a Snowglobe? I mean, I get that it might be like a globe and stuff, but what about the snow? Is there, like, some kind of perpetual storm in there? That would be pretty cool, I think."
"It's a domed area. It's called the snow globe because of the constant snow. Well, its not snow...more like ash? But not ash either. Anomalous particulate. Electrically active." He looks back at you, "Don't...don't use anything with open electrical arcs. Bad, bad things."
((Urgh.. Unlucky two day AFK makes Havel a dull boy…. Am I even off of the ship??!?!)
Follow. Figure out what the hell is going on.
(As per usual with non-active party members, You've been following along passively. You're in the group with everyone else)
Wolfe stops after the team has wandered maybe a mile and a half out over the plain and kneels down. He pries open a panel on one of the plates and jabs at keyboard under it. After a few seconds he closes the panel and points ahead to the plate just in front of him. After a moment of anticipation the plate raises up slightly and retracts, revealing a metal stairway down into the darkness. He heads heads down immediately, slapping a light switch as he does and illuminating the path down.