Load grenade shot to Izhmash, then keep the jethover at the gunpoint (through the scope). Ask our Group leader - McGaw - for further actions.
((I know Dwarmin is offline for several days already and that nobody knows when he'll return, but that is what my character does, 'cause hу is good at making minor descisions with nice speed and effectiveness, but when the buisness comes to major descisions, he prefers to influence the Big Man who is making it rather than make it himself.))
You get the grenade from your pocket - it looks like an aerodynamic cone on a long stick - and load into the barrel: it sets with a satisfying click.
Then you turn to ask Kathryn for further orders, but she seems unresponsive: perhaps the head injury was more serious than it seemed?
You turn back and catch the incoming jethover in your sights. It is closer now, and you can already see details through your scope. It's a Korean model intended for transporting small squads of infantry by land: you remember that it can carry a maximum of fourteen troopers, not including the driver. The machine itself is a flat, manta ray - like shape with two large engines in the back. It is approaching rapidly, raising great clouds of snow all around it. You estimate a minute until arrival.
It is probable that they suspect nothing, because the entrance with its blasted door is facing the other way, and your hover should be hidden from their eyes by the hull of the ship.
Look for anything that goes high enough to provide access to the floors hanging above me, or high enough for my arms to reach it so I can pull myself or climb up.
[6] As you gaze upon the scaffolding, you suddenly feel that you have the power of parkour, the spirit of freedom and France coursing through your veins. Rubbing your hands together, you sprint up the broken scaffolding, then jump a fair three meters in the air, grab on to a jutting metal rod on the wall, hurl yourself up, and slam the last support away from the upper levels with your other hand. The pods start tumbling down.
[5] You kick off the inner wall with your legs and twist your body around in the air, slamming your knives into the outer wall and sliding down like a ninja.
Your stunt has certainly made all of the pods accessible, but you estimate that collecting the samples will take three or four minutes, and the jethover is arriving in one or so.
Head to a defensible position beside the entrance.
You exit the ship and run up a bit further along the wall. From here, you can peek around the ship and fire at any hostiles approaching from the east. You grin. Finally some action!
"What do you have? I gotta go get some lumber, so do you have any loggers? Oh, and do you have any old C20-Cs?"
((Wardens are something I grabbed off the top of my head, think a mostly-space-only ESAU suit.
Meanwhile C20-Cs are a ripped off thing from SS13, think 12mm bullpup assault rifle that in this case is good for use in space and 20 round clips.))
"Yup. Just sent a team with chainsaws up the river. We don't have any vehicles as of yet, since the hover is away. We melted down the closest pods, but we can't move any more of them closer to load them into the smelter. Had to take the ones we did melt down apart, and it still took ten men to load'em up. We set a cargo hover to be constructed from template, but it'll be finished tomorrow morning." He sighs.
"However, some people were getting pretty restless and volunteered to saw down some lumber and drag it down the river. It should be easy to drag tree trunks over ice."The quartermaster frowns as if trying to remember something.
"Can't say we have any C20-Cs, but if you're used to compact weaponry, the Singijeon should do. Forty rounds, integrated flashlight. The caliber's not what you'd call manly, but whatever."Matveenko raps his fingers on the counter.
"Dragging logs downriver in this place doesn't sound too safe to me..." The door opens, and a boy in a bloodied parka enters.
"Don't need to tell me that twice. Not even the end of the day and I'm already at home here."
Finish drinking, and see what other work needs to be done.
As you open the door to the armory, you see that the quartermaster is discussing something with another colonist, a cleanly-shaven, mediumish man. However, he turns to you as soon as you enter.
"Oh hey. I hear you stabbed a crocodile to death today. That pretty much qualifies you."You do the eyebrow raise thing at him and ask him to clarify.
"Well, I just sent a team of lumberjacks to the forest. They're all armed, but they could use a guy or two to keep watch, so you could grab Moshe and whoever else - maybe even Owen here - and lend a hand. You up for it?"((Sorry about the wait - that picture took me way longer than it should have.))
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