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5/6/2025, 6:08:41 PM
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Armed. With an actual firearm. You feel so much better, but now you have new problems. Chiefly, you need to know exactly what happened here.
You set Allie up and press the button on the side of her head, she should be good for a brief exchange.
The smell was really starting to get to you.
"Allie." you say as her eyes open, somewhat curtly.
"Good Morning, sir. I currently have seven minutes and nineteen seconds of charge at the average usage rate. Entering power-saving mode."
"Why is there a dead guy in my camp?" you ask.
"I apologize sir, I currently have no location specified as Dead Nigger Storage." she states indifferently.
You snort loudly. "No, no, uhhh..." You take a second to collect yourself. "Combat Report, please."
"Of course, sir. Two unknown men were detected approaching the Landing Site twenty-seven hours, four minutes, and thirty seconds ago. The men approached to within the twenty yard warning distance of the camp. I emitted the required warning. Both men immediately discharged firearms and vocalized violent intent. I subdued one man in close combat. The other man suddenly fled North. I have suffered superficial damage to my right thigh." she recounts.
"Drag the body out there by the pod, then return to your case, please."
"Yes, sir."
You pinch your nose in frustration. Your camp has been found. If North was where the raider's partner fled, it's likely where they're coming from. You wonder how long it'll take him to reach his fellows. How many of them are there? Do they only have muskets, or were these guys outliers? Are they the Hoteps the guy on the radio mentioned, or the First Colonists?
[4/5]
Armed. With an actual firearm. You feel so much better, but now you have new problems. Chiefly, you need to know exactly what happened here.
You set Allie up and press the button on the side of her head, she should be good for a brief exchange.
The smell was really starting to get to you.
"Allie." you say as her eyes open, somewhat curtly.
"Good Morning, sir. I currently have seven minutes and nineteen seconds of charge at the average usage rate. Entering power-saving mode."
"Why is there a dead guy in my camp?" you ask.
"I apologize sir, I currently have no location specified as Dead Nigger Storage." she states indifferently.
You snort loudly. "No, no, uhhh..." You take a second to collect yourself. "Combat Report, please."
"Of course, sir. Two unknown men were detected approaching the Landing Site twenty-seven hours, four minutes, and thirty seconds ago. The men approached to within the twenty yard warning distance of the camp. I emitted the required warning. Both men immediately discharged firearms and vocalized violent intent. I subdued one man in close combat. The other man suddenly fled North. I have suffered superficial damage to my right thigh." she recounts.
"Drag the body out there by the pod, then return to your case, please."
"Yes, sir."
You pinch your nose in frustration. Your camp has been found. If North was where the raider's partner fled, it's likely where they're coming from. You wonder how long it'll take him to reach his fellows. How many of them are there? Do they only have muskets, or were these guys outliers? Are they the Hoteps the guy on the radio mentioned, or the First Colonists?
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