Adventure 2.0 - Heli 3. Will Rat survive a nasty new world?

[Carthrat]

"Yeah. Maybe. Tir should know," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "And he can take care of himself is some bandit group shows up at the ship, for which I'm eternally thankful."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, he can..." Rachel says, mostly managing not to show disapproval there. Brushing it aside, however, "Shall we get going, Carthrat?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, why not," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Get your spells and prayers ready. You'll probably need them. I fear someone might notice our, erm, exodus."

[Anastasia]

A nod, "I hope not," she says, however. "Perhaps whomever did this won't interfere?"

[Carthrat]

"Hopefully not," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "There's not really anything to take, anyway, so if they attack, they'll have some other motive.

I suspect these bandits wouldn't be much better off than these guys, though, so they might try something anyway."

[Anastasia]

Agreement from her, as the group begins to organize. "How many," your friend asks at one point, as the most injured are being prepared for the trip. A few stretchers, some limpers, and one guy with a helluva nasty cough are the line up.

Good thing mere bacterial infections are sooo 21st century to cure.

[Carthrat]

"Possibly too many," notes Carthrat. "Mostly the sick and injured and kids and stuff, with a few healthy adults to keep 'em together. Good thing we've got a decent medbay for vaccinations- if we caught one of these local illnesses, we could die within a week."

[Anastasia]

"She will protect us," Rachel murmurs to that, nodding as the load gets going. It looks like about 15 to 20 will work well, perhaps slightly more or less.

It's not a bad first trip, anyway.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat sticks his hands in his pockets.

"Well, let's get going," he says. "It's a bit of a walk to the ship. Help me get people organized so we can leave."

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[Anastasia]

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Dodedoedoooo.....

<Penguins dance>

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Heading back to the path you go, retracing your steps. But past the manhole you went down you go, towards another passage. This one begins to slope up, finally coming to a large wall embedded metal door. Looks like the way out ...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat looks for something to open the door with, like a doorknob, or (more likely), a console.

[Anastasia]

There is a console, which one of the more healthy men points you to. It's barely on, clearly on a small emergency power source. It's dim light shows you enough, however - opening it should be easy.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat hits the button to open the door, hoping that the thing still works. It should- these things are built to last.

[Anastasia]

It does almost silently, the still lubricated metals sliding effortlessly.  Ahead is the ruins of a building, dark and quiet. The sounds of the wind and of huffy, gliding guts of air race about.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat feels the wind-chill, even though his coat. He glances worriedly up at the sky- a storm is *not* what he needs.