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[Comrade P.]

I'm lighting one of my matches to find where the hell exo's lamp is turned on, then turn it on. Then go forth.

[Patrick Hunt]

Turn on my glasses then look for the nearest pod. See if the person is still inside. Have my guns ready.

[Dwarmin]

Night vision mode investigation time. Stay close to the guys with the guns.

[Comrade P.]

- Well, doc... Can we meet survivers, how do you think?
As he heard himself somewhere, all the unfortunates should become a piece of jelly, but he wanted to hear an experts' opinion.
- And what is our primary objective now?

[DarkArtemisFowl]

"Step back, please."

Plant the melting grenade in the ice.

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Step back, please."

Plant the melting grenade in the ice.

You plunk the grenade down and set the timer, then you and Moshe both scramble the heck away and watch. There is a flash and a cloud of superheated steam. When it clears, you see that you have blown [3] a sizable hole in the ice.
"Man, I liked fishing back on Earth, but this is just awesome. What do we do next?I have a bag of frags..."
((Gamerlord, bumpity-bump.))

[DarkArtemisFowl]

"Now, we fish. If we need more room we can throw more grenades in there, but for now this should suffice. Just be ready in case we get attacked. Good fishing."

FISH!

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Now, we fish. If we need more room we can throw more grenades in there, but for now this should suffice. Just be ready in case we get attacked. Good fishing."

FISH!

You uncoil the rope, tie the hook, and get some dried meat on it with reasonable difficulty: it greatly resembles a boot sole. You're glad you're not going to be eating it. Then you get your pistol out and lay it on the snow near you, while Moshe unslings his rifle and takes aim at the hole in the ice. Planting your feet firmly, you throw the line into the water. [4] Almost immediately, you feel something pulling on the line, jerking it down furiously. It must be about the size of a large dog, judging by its strength. [4] You slide a bit, but maintain your balance and stop it.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

"Get ready, this one's a good sized fighter!"
Reel it in.

[Avis-Mergulus]

"Get ready, this one's a good sized fighter!"
Reel it in.

[3 vs 3] You pull with all your might, but the whole situation remains a stalemate. [1]You try to shift your stance, but trip over your feet and fall flat on your stomach, sliding rapidly over the ice. Then, your slide is suddenly interrupted as Moshe grabs your feet and pulls in the other directon, [6+1] hauling the creature out of the water to face you.
It's about a meter and a half long and hairless, with an elongated maw full of sharp little teeth. It squats low on four legs tipped with strange wide claws, for digging the ice, probably. It also has the most malevolent stare this side of Samuel L. Jackson and its breath smells like a dead skunk on a hot day. And it's staring you right in the face.
Right. In. The. Face.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Markus wondered why he had not decided to secure his footing in snow or something. Ah well. He had more important things to deal with anyways, like a Borean semi-crocodile looking right at him.

Kill it. Kill it with knives.

[Avis-Mergulus]

Markus wondered why he had not decided to secure his footing in snow or something. Ah well. He had more important things to deal with anyways, like a Borean semi-crocodile looking right at him.

Kill it. Kill it with knives.

[6] The croc rushes you, leaping forward on powerful feet, at the same time you unsheathe your knife and roll over onto your back, pushing off with your legs to propel yourself forward. The creature ends up going too far and too high, sailing right over your head. You bring the knife up and slice it open from throat to tail, showering yourself in foul-smelling viscera. The croc falls and tumbles forward, right where Moshe stomps on its head, shattering the skull.
You can certainly say that whatever tie that held the poor animal in this cruel world is severed, and Man has triumphed over Beast. However, you got guts and blood all over your coat. Shame.

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

Ask what needs doing. Anything i can help with?

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Markus coughs and hacks as he wipes the guts off of his coat and his face.
Augh, I've seen some pretty bad stuff, but this is foul, Markus spat.

Clean up and get some container to put the edibles in. Continue fishing.

[Avis-Mergulus]

Ask what needs doing. Anything i can help with?

You ask the quartermaster if there's any work for you.
"A guy was there some time ago, asked for prospecting equipment. Al-Radi mentioned sending prospectors out, so you can find the guy - Jacques Beau-something, too lazy to check my records- and then you can present your collective butts to Al-Radi for briefing."

Markus coughs and hacks as he wipes the guts off of his coat and his face.
Augh, I've seen some pretty bad stuff, but this is foul, Markus spat.

Clean up and get some container to put the edibles in. Continue fishing.

You wipe yourself as best you can, but your parka still smells like a slaughterhouse. You curse to yourself as you remember that you forgot to bring a box or bag of some sort for your kills. Bah, you think, it's cold. Should keep alright.
Having been taught by bitter experience, you dig two holes in the ice to brace yourself against. Moshe stands ready to catch you, should you fall, and you put your pistol back in the holster.
[3][6]The gruesome fate of their comrade seems to have taught the local underwater animals some proper respect for your authority, you muse when nothing rises to the bait in a few minutes. As if in response to your thoughts, a black shadow passes under the ice beneath you, then with a crunching noise, a great dolphin-like form bursts through the hole you made, showering you with ice-cold water.
It's probably warm-blooded and has hard plates of natural armor on its nose, right below its small black eyes. You have no way of estimating how large it is, but the half that is above the ice is a meter taller than you. The creature is stuck in the hole, but the ice is starting to crack around it, small fissures running around your feet. You stand there, holding your rope like a kid holding a balloon, and contemplate your luck.