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[LordPorkins]

[rolled Martial Arts 1d110=93]

Danh is suddenly interrupted by an acute case of FACE-PUNCHING

Frazz has had enough of this shit.

"I told you to watch your TONE."

[JaxtalMK2]

Kaito would move between the arguing pair, raising a hand at each of them to keep them back from each other, forcefully separating them if he had to. "Enough. Yelling and shouting at each other gets us nowhere. This is a simple question of risk. Risk the walk, or risk the transit. It would be impossible to leave anyone behind since the snowmobiles generator is what powers our survival kit. Now, since everyone can't seem to stop shouting long enough to make a decision, I'll just do it for you. Strap the supplies to the snowmobiles, one person on each to keep them moving, the rest of us are going to walk alongside. Understood?"

[Bill Chompski]

Martial Arts [31]
The hit, while it doesn't actually hurt Danh, smashes into his helmet, and knocks him backwards, onto his ass.
Glaring up at Frazz as he starts to scramble up, Danh pushes against Kaito's hand for a second, then steps back, keeping his eyes on the scientist.
"Fine." He hisses.

[LordPorkins]

Frazz grins.

"Sorry. Wanted to get that out of my system. Your wound holding up okay? "

There is no sarcasm in his statement

[JaxtalMK2]

Kaito gave Frazz a harsh glare. "Another outburst like that, and I'll shoot out your legs and just let you be cargo until we get home. If you want to box, there's a ring at the base. We are on a mission in hostile territory, try to conduct yourself accordingly."

[Bill Chompski]

"It's fine." He answers to Frazz, voice still carrying venom.
He takes a breath, and stretches out his fingers.
"Let's just do what Kaito said." Staring at Frazz for a little more, he backs off, and starts to load up the snowmobiles.

[vkiNm]

Soon, the battered snowmobiles are loaded up.

It's going to be a long journey ahead of you, 10 days at walking pace. You'd be nearly half a month gone on Akras's End and they might start to think you're already dead and write the planet off.

And not to mention that you will have to think about food too, 10 days of ration for a whole squad is a lot of stuff after all. And it will suck incredibly hard to run out of toilet paper in this frozen hellhole, for obvious reasons.

[zomara0292]

“Alright, if we are done pussyfooting around, here, we should leave. ALL OF US. With EVERYTHING. No if’s, ands, or buts.”

[retromach]

You loaded up. Who was on which snowmobile, and who is driving each?

[LordPorkins]

"I am not driving, that's for sure. I know when it's time to take a break."

[Cynicalwhovian]

"I possess training in driving. Who else can say the same, particularly those who are unwounded?" Stella asks, glancing around.

[zomara0292]

“I don’t think anyone else does, so, I am going to try and drive as carefully as possible. How hard could it actually be?”

[vkiNm]

The squad makes a good imitation of Indian motorists as they travel overloaded with stuff and people, short of a Snowmobile.

So far the day's travel had no problem along the way, and you made good time, comes evening your stomach are all groaning and protesting for the missed lunch and demanding extra large dinner, and it's time to hunker down and tent up.

The Snowmobiles park close together in the great, open wasteland of snow and fuck-all.

[LordPorkins]

"Hey Guys, any of yalls still have a moth corpse? Because we can eat those."

Frazz looks for more mothy bois.

[vkiNm]

So far you haven't seen any yet, and presumably you did pack a few dead moths for samples.