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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/16/2017 3:13:42 AM
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William woke with a jolt, banging his head against a portion of the inside. He groaned, then swung his legs over, clad in his BDU, save for the helmet. His knife and right arm were covered in stinking orange goo, the blood of a Hunter. His blonde hair shifted slightly as he put his helmet on, but didn't black out the visor just yet
"Ugh.....We heading out?"
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"Yeah. Gonzo's got the brunt of the supplies, and he's set out already with our MREs and some ammo. He's gonna go scale the peak, see if he can determine where we are based on the stars, and maybe if we can connect with the bee-net. You and I are staying at the ship for now. We're gonna unload everything important from this wreck, and see if we can take it with us. If Gonzo finds a settlement, we'll head there. If he doesn't, we're gonna have to make our own." Render already had his armor on, and judging by the snow and frost on his BDU, he'd already been outside for some time. He'd probably let you sleep in for a moment. He walked over to a rack by the cockpit, and grabbed his M7S/Caseless SMG, and slung it to the bandoleer across his chest. "C'mon Smith, let's get going on these supplies."
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"Alright boss." he slung his MA5C over his back, and stood up. He checked to make sure he had some ammo before doing so "I lost my goddamn battle rifle, so tell me if you see it"
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"If it's not in here, then you left it back in Africa... And none of us want to go back to that hellhole." He opened a storage cache, and pulled out several BA-53635/PLMD batteries, which he placed inside of his rucksack, alongside the bulky PP-16979/AM-Sh charger, which barely fit inside of the large pack. He pulled out a sheath, from which emerged a large flash drive, which he inserted into the base of his helmet. His visor lit up for a second, before becoming subdued once more. Render briefly turned to you to explain what it was. "The audio logs and Superintendent data than we downloaded in New Mombasa takes up precious space. I uploaded our astronavigational data, comm features, and all the basics onto this new VISR package. The old one is where I put my recordings, the audio files, and some music. I'd suggest that you do the same."
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"You know I'm not a -blam!-ing techie." He said with a sigh "And if I left it in Africa, then I left it in that damn Hunter." He said with a chuckle, getting up. "I'll get to lookin, I'll check around the ship, cause you have no clue what might've gotten caught in that portal."
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"Yeah yeah, sod off." Render waved a hand at you dismissively while you looked for missing items. The inside of the ship seemed clean, for the most part, besides for a few items disturbed by the crash. There was Battle Rifle ammo--several magazines--stored in a side cache, but no Battle Rifle could be found. Outside, the ship was damaged. Heavily so. One of the wings had nearly been severed upon landing, while the hull looked like it had been scorched by fire. There was plasma damage towards the back ramp, which was extended into the snow for now. One thing was for certain though: this ship wasn't flying anytime soon.
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"Yo, Render? Found my spare ammo, but not the rifle." He called out, looking around. "You know, if this bird can work a little, we could try raising someone around here, or even use our comms to try" He climbed on top of the ship, looking around "Once we find that rifle, I can lookout from here. It's not a bad view."
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The clouds and snow obscured the stars, but you could probably make out what was below the mountain with a Battle Rifle scope. Render grabbed some telescopic binoculars from a chair, walked out into the snow, and threw them up to you. "I'll work on the comms, since apparently you aren't a techie." He said with sarcasm, "Just tell me if you can make out a city, or outpost, or anything from here."
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He grabbed the binoculars, laughing "what are you implying? At least I've got the sense to use a tank if I can, unlike you." He looked through them, looking down to take a look
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"Hey, it was a helluva fight. We had fun, right?" Render had begun to repair a radio, while he attempted to establish communication with Gonzo all the while. Over the past 35 hours, you'd begun to appreciate how much of a multi-tasker he could be. "Anyways, what's your status? See anything yet?"
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"Can't see much from this height, we need to get lower. I can see if someone's sneaking up on us, but that's about it." He said, looking about "Gonzo turn up anything?"
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"Not yet. He sent a signal a moment ago, but I'd rather him return here than for us to hike up there, and leave the ship unprotected. I'll go send him a flare, cause our comms are worth shit I'm during this storm." Render snatches a flare from his utility pack, and walks out of the hold with it. He then proceeds to throw it atop the Pelican, where the neon light shines like a miniature sun through the snow. As he did so, he called out to you. "Really wish that we had one of those squids with us. The Engineers! We'd be set to leave already if we had one."
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"that or we'd explode." He said, shrugging
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"Still, I kinda felt bad for them They just wanted to fix things. Wish that we could've saved some." He gets a brief burst of static on the radio, and after checking its frequency, stands up and walks a little bit up a nearby hill, squinting at the top of the mountain. "That's Gonzo. His comms are fried, but I still get static when he tries to transmit data. Just keep yourself occupied for a sec Smith, I'll go check this out."
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He sat down, unslinging his rifle "Babysitting again? Why do I have to escort and protect everything?" He asked, jokingly
