Nameless MapLocal Conditions wrote: WILDRERNESS
- Location: Northern Arkansas
- Population: thousands
- Date & Time: 1345 October 24 PA110
- Ley Line Activity: Ley Line 100' away
- Weather: Sunny, 54 degrees F.
- Visibility: Good, overcast
WOULD YOU LET THEM EAT PINEAPPLE WHEN THEY SHOULD BE EATING LEMON!! [Awktek, Chevy, Egil, Tiberius, Whisper]
Tiberius starts the salvage process but soon he is locked in a debate with Whisper. Chevy and Egil do most of the work, and salvaging is grisly work. There are a total upon final count 19 dead CS men and dog boys. They expended a large amount of ammunition in the fight. That big of a group of soldiers leaves behind a lot of stuff. Chevy looks around at the growing pile of loot and is confident that there is more than enough room in Bop for just this sort of pre-owned items. He inspects the items as the come aboard and is quickly able to tell the garbage from actual salvage. While Chevy is checking gear, Egil is drawing other conclusions from the gear, namely, that the psi-stalker's body isn't hear. With this many dog boys, there had to be at least one psi stalker. As he pokes around the site puzzling this out, he is about 80% sure there was a psi-stalker. But he's not here now.
Tiberius and Whisper debate the work, talk about doing stuff and then agree that stuff should be done. And by the time they are done with their debate, things have all been done, so clearly their leadership was effective.
Awketeck damn near reads the CS dead prayers, he provides them with a finer burial then they would have received anywhere else, even in Chi-Town. But up in flames they go, but through careful management, they blaze creates little smoke. From overhead, the blaze would be very visible. But from the ground, through the thick trees, there is only a flickering of the flame for only the most observant to see.
Fire-play done, Awktek takes to the air in a lazy circuit a hundred feet up or so. North of their position, following the stream, he can't help but notice a friggin' Glitter Boy sort of leaning over a Coalition dude on the sandy bank. The Dead Boy does not look good, but he's moving.
BUZZ OFF CLOWN, I'LL GET DRESSED WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY [Nomel]
While most Fennodi would stop to help the downed man out of a sense of compassion, that is not why Nomel has stopped. He still had some of his racial predilections for outdoor pursuits and had wandered off the main path. He was heading vaguely west through some thick understory, which obscured most of his vision past maybe ten feet. A few minutes ago, he'd heard the battle, so naturally he had to check it out. He finally pushed through the trees and thorny bushes. Walking a little bit further he stopped at edge of a nice little stream. It was most definitely too cold to leave the comfort of the Glitter Boy, but there was something very intriguing there.
Lying on the ground in front of him was a Dead Boy slowly crawling towards some sort of blocky transmitter device. Checking his sensors. Nomel can see that the device is still emitting a faint signal. The Dead Boy is moving slow, creeping inch by inch in a painful crawl. He has cuts and gouges out of his armor, blood is leaking into the sandy riverbank. There are spikes on his helmet. The Dead Boy doesn't seem to have noticed the towering, sparkling, Glitter Boy only teen feet away from him.
For Nomel's part though, he doesn't notice the dragon overhead.
What are you doing?
- Egil: -1 Stealth, -1 Pace--Until he takes his stuff off to dry it out, or 4 hours otherwise.