Gameplay: Skorgulian

"I don't trust that tin man one bit. We should not leave the ship here ungaurded."

"Oh?" I take off my spy mask, and hold it under one arm as I put my hands on my hips. I raise an eyebrow at Skivvy. "Well, tell you the truth, the Tin Man does give me the creeps. But he is a servant of the Machine God, and they are with the Imperium. And while I would love to keep an eye on my baby; how is it that we could watch over the Stallion when we all wish to go about our...own adventures? I've locked her up, but I am not certain that will keep people out for long if they are determined to get inside. Any ideas?"

At Miles:

"Inquisitor (ooc you are one now, right?), I request permission to be appointed as the liaison to the cadre of Technomats upon the arrival to the planet and coordinate such efforts taken in the interest of the Great Machine Cult."

A young Petty Officer arrives at Inquitisor Atlas's cabin. "My Lord, we have established communication with the Tech-Magos overseeing the orbital facilities. We can forward it to your chambers, or you may receive it at the primary terminal on the bridge."

"Do we have any explosives Minx, or should i say makeup kit? I believe you know what to do with them. I also have some melta bombs we could rig a trap or two with as well."
OUT OF CHARACTER Brooks what would you say is considered a game session for my skills that can only be used once per session?

(OOC: depends how fast we go and how much materiel we get through. This is still basically the same game session as leaving fenksworld, if we were around a table, this might have taken 3 hours. I'll let you know)

looking over at Solomon with a smirk (ooc, i thought you might say some thing like this) "I already have an important task for. you shall act as the my avatar, my eyes, my ears, and most of all my hands. you may request a position of command amongst them, but it is to them i give the choice of heading it. is this satisfactory?" nodding approvingly at the midshipmen "I'll take this in my chambers, inform the captain, shes free to join us if she wishes. dis-mist."

"Hehe, now that is something that I can do!" I say. I run back to the Stallion and, after unlocking it, retrieve my 'Mischief Managed' makeup kit and start surveying the area; looking around to see where I could begin setting the trap.

(Bowing toward Miles) "Of course, Inquisitor. I will be waiting for your further instruction."

I put on my spy mask, and I'm going to scrutinize the area around the Stallion; that way I can determine how to mine the area.

Scrutinize 40 (trained).

Roll of: 20. Two (2) degrees of success.

I'm going to take the wire, the 'Mischief Managed' makeup kit, and the melta bombs and set up a trap around the Stallion. I'm also going to attempt to hide the trap from sight.

Security: 62 + 20 = total of 82.

Roll of 27. Four (4) degrees of success.

I am going to help hide the trap
Concealment +20 ag 49 need 69
Roll: 72 FATE POINT RE-ROLL 04 Six degrees of success

You booby-trap the lander, then set off in to the industrial wilderness, to do...whatever you're planning on doing exactly. The cyborg Hunters are nowhere to be seen. no TP, not even by you.

(o.o.c.: I wasn't gunna ask that....until you reminded me to ask it.... )

"Alright boys, let's find us a settlement or something!" I say with as much cheer as I can muster. As I'm walking away, I'm going to mutter to myself: "If I find those mechanicus guys again, it won't be very friendly. They may even meet my good friend, Mister Rifle..."

"Minx what direction do you think we should head?"

I'm going to do a Navigation (surface) test to see if I can judge where the likely position and direction of a settlement, large or small, would be. Maybe I'd remember seeing something while I was flying in, or judging from the landscape or something.

Navigation (Surface) trained 28.

Roll of: 01. Two (2) degrees of success.

(o.o.c.: I LOVE THESE DICE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!)

You guide the group in the direction of a pair of tall smokestacks belching black clouds. Trekking across the ruined landscape, you quickly judge the distance to be much greater than you thought, requiring a days journey at least. Given by the fading light beneath the polluted sky, this day is coming to an end.

(Aboard the Dauntless)

Victus Atlas and Solomon are in the Inquisitor's quarters. The holographic relay crackles to life, transmitting the picture of a hunchbacked man swathed in the robes of a Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus. "Greetings, traveler," he rasps in a synthesized voice, "what brings you to Skorgulian?"

"I am glad to finally have someones ear planet side. I am inquisitor Victus Atlas. I am in charge of the this vessel the Dauntless, it's purpose here is like that of a double edged sword. we seek to re-fit take on the necessary supplies for an exploration mission, and find a willing and able cable of Adeptus Mechanicus explorers to accompany my inquisitorial cable. I promise you this, any partnership we form would be just that a partnership, holding equal rights too any and all the glory, knowledge and relics recovered. on a personal note i, Victus was wondering if i could acquire a Charizard digital weapon helmet. Especially from such a renowned planet of artificers of the like wares."

"so... what say you?"

I run up atop a small pile of rubble and gaze around, where I get the little vision that you just told me. I turn around to Skivvy and Cristo and say:

"The day is quickly coming to an end, and the journey will take at least a day if not more. What do you guys want to do: shall we set up camp for the night or shall we continue onward? We could go pretty far if we keep moving, but we might also attract the attention of....local animals or people. I leave the decision up to you."

"We should find a place to sleep and eat before we stop."

"Alright then. We'll take an hour break before we continue onwards: that will give us enough time to eat and drink, rest up, and plan out whatever we need to," I say as I step down from the rusty pile of scrap metal.

by the time you have finished chewing on the dry ration bars you carry, the sun has set, and the only things visible are the lights of an occasional aircraft passing overhead and the dim flicker of rusted lamps still trying to connect a circuit. The temperature begins to fall.

"Alright," I say after taking a look around. "Well, I'll leave what we should do to you guys. You want to set up camp for the night or keep going?"

"Well it is getting cold so i think we should try and find some shelter soon."