Seeing as things are about as calm and clear as it could be, time progressed naturally.
Mangled dead bodies of the Guards and Militias are covered up in neat rows by Maximus, giving the brave foolish primitives some respect while everyone else are either recovering from injury, keeping eyes on the Kelpie or keeping everyone in Line.
In this short amount of time, Zander, Vigil and Frazz, whom are looking over the villagers, would see them calming down and are just idly doing stuff to pass the time. A child came up to Frazz and offered him a small, wooden statue that's in a rough shape of a Dragon. Or at least you think it is, it might be a very ugly looking winged horse. They only had half a hour to whittle it, after all.
The Wiznerds have went back to their games, with nothing else requiring them to do besides preparing stuff for leaving the base and containing things. They easily became your workers as needed, says they could use the exercise anyway and are certain that they'd 'level up' for doing these 'side quests'.
The Carmine brothers find themself rather bored, as they've no need to steer the vehicle moving at such a pace and went over everything. Though you did pass the bug hive thing the others detected earlier, they didn't came out to bother you.
A. Carmine idly comment that Kyoko's one strange lass and jokingly asks if she's sure she was a human at all and not some undercover synth waiting to gut them in their sleep or something, they'd much rather die in the busty breasts of sexy ladies in their new casino, after all.
Zach have more or less recovered from the pain, and new limbs were found for him and kinda grafted to his amputated stumps. The skin isn't right and you look kind of like the Frankenstein more than a Sithlord, and the limbs aren't working yet without some magical bullshit, anyway. Fortunately it haven't started to smell yet, though you hope you didn't get like, SuperAIDs for this or anything.
With time to experiment and the pain having been numbed by morphine, though. Zach finds that he could telekinetically move his newly acquired limbs and kinda-sorta walk like an awkward ragdoll in a game with cheap physical engine. It's fucking weird, man. But at least you're moving.
Frazz, on the other hand, have had his wings healed. The wounds closed itself without any further medical attention in the span of this 30 minutes, leaving only light, spotty scar where the holes was.
The mobile base arrive just outside the demolished wall and the Wiznerds are ready to roll. Gasmasks and suits over their robes, Tranq guns and PDWs as well as their ritual knives, you realize that they'd look terrifying to some primitives who didn't know better. It doesn't help that the Wiznerds spent some time customizing their kit to look menacing like some villain's minion.
Then again, to their eyes, you're probably the villain.
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