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It was two days later when the handheld crackled to life, surprising you whilst you were using a tool that was very much not a shovel as a shovel in the service of your marsupial-like compulsion to burrow. Your camp now had camouflaged fighting positions with cleared fields of fire on every side, the one facing your pod's landing site could now reasonably be called a slit trench. Punji stakes jutted randomly into the gathered greenery that shielded your temporary home from observation. You still had nothing with which to properly fight with, but the project made you feel better about yourself and the ability for Allie to keep guard whilst you were away.
You ungracefully scramble out of the trench to reach the radio, slightly collapsing one of its' walls and ensuring future work for yourself.
"What was that? Is somebody there?" you say into the radio.
"Yeah, who is this? Why are you on our net?" the voice of an older man responds, with an accent similar to the one exhibited from the music station.
"Hey, I came down in an escape pod a few days back and I need to figure out where I'm at."
Only silence, for a moment, and the voice comes back with a dramatic tone shift. "You pieces of fucking shit!"
You blink in astonishment. "What?"
"You heard me, asshole! We had a good thing going here until you fucking pissbaskets came over here after us! You led the fucking Hoteps right to us, and now everything is fucked! Go to hell!"
Sitting speechless for a moment, you mentally unpack everything that was said before raising the radio in an attempt to get more information, but the voice isn't responding anymore. The guy was probably one of the first-wave colonists, given the accent. You know you've heard the term "Hotep" before, but your mind is drawing a blank as to where. Given the radio is a handheld and not a proper base station with an external power source and antenna, the guy couldn't have been that far. You're at a loss for how to apply this information for now beyond a mental note that one or more groups on this planet are very unhappy that you're here.
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It was two days later when the handheld crackled to life, surprising you whilst you were using a tool that was very much not a shovel as a shovel in the service of your marsupial-like compulsion to burrow. Your camp now had camouflaged fighting positions with cleared fields of fire on every side, the one facing your pod's landing site could now reasonably be called a slit trench. Punji stakes jutted randomly into the gathered greenery that shielded your temporary home from observation. You still had nothing with which to properly fight with, but the project made you feel better about yourself and the ability for Allie to keep guard whilst you were away.
You ungracefully scramble out of the trench to reach the radio, slightly collapsing one of its' walls and ensuring future work for yourself.
"What was that? Is somebody there?" you say into the radio.
"Yeah, who is this? Why are you on our net?" the voice of an older man responds, with an accent similar to the one exhibited from the music station.
"Hey, I came down in an escape pod a few days back and I need to figure out where I'm at."
Only silence, for a moment, and the voice comes back with a dramatic tone shift. "You pieces of fucking shit!"
You blink in astonishment. "What?"
"You heard me, asshole! We had a good thing going here until you fucking pissbaskets came over here after us! You led the fucking Hoteps right to us, and now everything is fucked! Go to hell!"
Sitting speechless for a moment, you mentally unpack everything that was said before raising the radio in an attempt to get more information, but the voice isn't responding anymore. The guy was probably one of the first-wave colonists, given the accent. You know you've heard the term "Hotep" before, but your mind is drawing a blank as to where. Given the radio is a handheld and not a proper base station with an external power source and antenna, the guy couldn't have been that far. You're at a loss for how to apply this information for now beyond a mental note that one or more groups on this planet are very unhappy that you're here.
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