"What was the year you shipped out, exactly? Because I think that you're running a little late with your mission. About 100 years, to be exact."
The government only just started colonization in this galaxy. Like just now. Me and my fellow migrants are the only people on the planet apart from you, as far as I know. Qinzy lowers the gun. "Sorry for pointing that at you, but I figure if you were really some horrible abomination you'd have done something by now. Think of it this way, though: If you go back to your mercenary duties, you'll probably be put in jail or executed by the government. If you stay here and help us, you get a spot in the list of founders for this colony and all that comes with it: Money, cigars, women, whatever. Of course, this is assuming we don't die horribly, but there's no way off this planet anyhow. How about this? You come with me and we meet up with the rest of our gang. We get a colony running, and when ships start coming in, if you want, you can go. Otherwise you'll have to survive out here with that flamebox and cigar. Your choice."
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Lulz] He looks at you through half closed eyes before letting his cigar, now just a burnt stump, fall to the ground. He crushes it beneath his bare foot and then waits for a moment, as if pondering your words. Then.
They're probably all dead anyway; even if anyone was left who remembered me there isn't a chance in a hell I would find him. He sighs quietly and turns away.
Looks like I'll just have to get used to it. He spins towards you quickly, a razor sharp grin jumping onto his face, an odd contrast to his otherwise dull features.
The name's Aver. When do we leave?[
Aver has joined your struggle!]
explore APC then start building a scouting drone from my components.
You open the hatch leading to what you assume to be the front of the vehicle. Well what do you know, you were right. Cookies. A pilot's cradle rests in the centre of the room and a small bank of holo-projectors line the wall in front of you. A palm coded locker rests immediately to your right as you pass through the portal. You turn and close the door behind you, moving to check the rear of the vehicle. You rotate the handle and pull. That's odd….the door won't open.
(( uh oh. ))
"Smashed me logbook. Meh, its scanner wasn't working properly here anyways."
Enter the APC. Ensure that logbook/scanner pieces are still in my pocket. Attempt to salvage scanner optics (if I can find any pieces of the smashed scanner) while comfortably seated in APC. If scanner optics cannot be salvaged, identify pieces which can be salvaged.
No need to quote me in every post.
You climb through the still open side door and watch that other guy yank over and over against the handle to the rear compartment. You shrug and key a toggle on the other side of the room, prompting a metal slab to slide from the wall. You sit down on the slab and it conforms comfortably to your body shape, unsurprisingly. You set the pile of scraps down next to you on the bed and sift through them. [5] You manage to salvage the functional remains of the recording equipment, but unfortunately the rest is beyond saving. You pocket the small camera and set the remaining scraps aside in the storage compartment inlaid on the bed, unsure of what else to do with them, and rise to imprint on the bunk's security measures. You hear a satisfying clunk as the compartment locks itself, and the wall above the bunk brightens with your identification. You note that there are exactly nineteen other bunks inside the room waiting to be claimed.
Use the data I took to head towards the rest of the team.
You sigh and check your HUD before heading off in the direction of the others. You reach the clearing sooner than you expected, thanks to your extensive pathfinding experience, where you find a large vehicle resting there with a small man-sized portal hanging open on its side.
Go to the rest of the team.
You arrive in a small clearing with a large vehicle resting in it after finishing your uneventful jungle trek. The bot at your side whirs quietly, almost as if its impressed by the massive carrier. The feelings passes quickly, however, as it begins idly scanning the immediate area with its visual sensors.
AverAver turns the lighter over in his hands idly as he watches the young man in front of him and waits quietly to see what he'll do next. He chuckles inwardly at some nearly forgotten memory, perhaps one of himself when he was a mere pup. Even in this jungle, his naked body is bitten cold by the breeze. What the fuck is taking him so long?Droid?What was my name again? I can't remember. Master can give me another….can't he?
Maybe I never had a name. Names are odd. I still wish I had one.
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