The crew assembles and heads to the level 2-A, automatically guided via one of the many private elevators that exist in Phase World. Once they arrive a small cart that is environmentally protected awaits them. Once the members of the crew get on, it scoots along to a dimension gate that looks like one of the rocks found at stonehenge. On the rock it says in a variety of languages "The Scorched Lands". The rock splits apart and the cart moves you through it. You feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach as you are teleported through the dimensional gate along with a dozen or so similary carts. As you arrive the carts all split off into different directions, yours in particular making a bee line toward one of the few buildings that you see. The Scorch Lands seem to consist entirely of black rock and sand under an angry red sky. The landscape shows enormous volcanos in the distance, many puffing mile high plumes of dary gray smoke. The cart moves speedily toward an enormous building made of stone. Carved just above the door is the trademarked symbol for Ampto, a large supplier of a variety of things, from plasma weaponry to industrial mining equipment. The cart syncs up to the door and the door slides apart once the synce is secured. You walk into a small room where a body scanner thoroughly probes all of you for hidden explosives. Just outisde of the room is a boardroom set up with a long black table carved out of granite and a variety of very large chairs. There is a floor to ceiling window that looks out upon the ruined landscape. A 12 foot tall man that seems to be made entirely out of rock and stone crammed into a jet black business suit looks out the window, taking his sweet time. The room itself is a balmy 100 degrees or so and the lights are dimmed. Once the body scanner is satisfied you hear a THUNK and a previously unnoticed force field dissolves allowing you to fully enter the room.
The mans voice is a deep rumble blended with the scrapping and clicking of his rock mouth. "Have a seat." As the group makes themselves comfortable he turns and sets his orange crystal eyes upon the group.
"Please review and sign the NDA's on the table and then we shall proceed." Before each seat is a glass screen with a standard boilerplate NDA agreement keyed up on it. Once the group signs the screens go back to black, the Ampto logo now displayed.
"Four weeks ago the Crown Prince Alutar of Mekakur vanished. He was on a sabbatical in the Thunder Cloud galaxy when his ship lost contact. The last signal received was a distress signal indicating that the ship was being boarded by bandits. As you may know, Ampto is a fully owned subsidiary of the planet Mekakur, and it is imperative that the Prince is found and returned safely. You come highly recommended to us and we are prepared to compensate you handsomly for your services. We are offering 5 Million credits for his safe return. If that is not possible... we will over half of that for solid verifiable information as to what happened to him." The orange eyes blaze slightly. "If he was killed by these bandits... we will offer the full 5 million for vengeance, which again must be verified. If you accept we will put 500,000 of your payment into a secured account of your choosing. This is to be used for various expenses and will count against your payment. If you then decide to dishonor your contract.... He gestures toward the bleak landscape. "They will never find you."