The team of hundred explorers sent out again, this time aiming to cross the hills and ascend into the rockier heights in search of the downed pod. Communication blackout remained and so it would be a tense wait to see how many of the hundred returned. If any at all.
Back at home they'd decided against having a team travel to the foothills to keep a watch out, the explorers walked alone with only their own maps for guidance. It doesn't take long before it becomes clear that none of the maps are very well made, that or the ground had subtly reformed itself since their previous expedition.
The rocky ground is easier going than the reddish sand around the crashed colony pod and the farm ( or New Botany Bay as most of the colonists were calling it). A discussion about the noticeable difference in vegetation and which of the new species might be delicious was cut off by Jimmy the Snitches loud exclamation. He was standing at the edge of a large crater and pointing at something. It was another colony pod. Or at least, it had been a colony pod. This one had landed even worse than Pod Six, possibly the thrusters had failed entirely, or no brave engineer had sacrificed herself to try and land the thing.
There are several large cracks in the hull, and no signs of any survivors. It would not be too surprising if everybody had died on impact. One of the armed milita raised an arm, demanding that the explorers wait a minute before rushing down. Setting down his backpack and unfolding it, he revealed the bulky environmental scanner from their own pod. A few taps and there's a loud crackling sound. Radiation. And a hell of a lot of it. The reactor inside must have been damaged.
There's another shout and viewfinders start getting handed about. Despite the damage it was possible to read the designation painted on several parts of the buckled hull. Pod 8. The President Palin had had six pods. Or at least, that is what everybody had been told. In fact, nobody had really seen the ship prior to being placed in stasis for the journey. There was a secret pod. No, there were at least two secret pods. If this was eight, then there had to be a seven out there somewhere. What the hell was in those pods?
Despite the intrigue, there are deadly levels of radiation and the thin overalls are only designed to stop skin exposure rather than offer any amount of protection.
oh wait, could we come back and explore later with some advanced suit tech?
Let's fix the comm, build rovers, make radiation suits, then come back.
Pod 8 is probably filled with surplus copies of President Palin's email correspondences and cell phone usages. Or unsold copies of her book.
Fuzzy Cumulonimbus Cloud wrote: »
Greeper is now Minister Of Communication in my new regime.
BeNarwhal wrote: »
Syndalis, if you knew anything about Greeper, you would know Greeper is never not field dressing a stag.