Open [AMS Plotline] Ubrikkia

[Vannick Moran]

Location: Ubrikkia, Northern Forests
Time: Two weeks before Ubrikkia is overrun.

Moran had been shut inside the cabin for nearly a week, with various others of his party, and people out on similar business, getting increasingly agitated and annoyed as time went on. Five days ago, an electronic storm had struck the forests, knocking out communications arrays across the area, and cutting them off from the wider planet. Immediately, people had begun to grumble - how could this happen?

On day one, an 'expert' in the cabin, who claimed to have once worked for the regional governor, said it was 'impossible for the electrical storm to happen, thanks to the planetary government's satellite network and electronic dispersal pylons making such events unheard of. Of course, this got people talking for the next forty-eight hours.

Why had the network gone down?

Moran thought nothing of it, and stayed in his corner of the room, having claimed a chair and a thick blanket for his own. He was keen for the storm to lift, and even more keen to be able to get back home and sell his catch.

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Entry One - No idea why, but some sort of storm took the comms out in the district earlier today. It's caused all the local trappers and trackers to head back to the cabin, a base of operations so to speak. Everyone grumbled for the past few days, but they've mostly gotten along. One of the guys insists that something has happened, taking down an 'electrical array' or something, which is meant to stop these storms from happening.

Regardless, the storm abated this morning and should come to an end by the end of the day. From there they should be able to head back to the city and sell their catches. I was hired as their guide up here, and personally, cannot wait to be rid of the gobby bunch. Half of them are hobbyists, and I cannot stand them.

I cannot think of anything worse than spending another day with this lot.

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Moran clocked his datapad closed and locked the screen. It was going to be a long day.

OOC: This is a dice DM'ed thread, open to all interested in some 'you will almost certainly die' shenanigans on Ubrikkia.

 

[Vannick Moran]

"Right, well we can either sit here and wait for someone to come along and tell us what is going on, or we can grow some and work it out ourselves." Moran stood from his corner and spoke - the gathered hunting party taking notice as their scout, the only expert in their number, finally gave his take on the situation. He raised his hand to his ear for emphasis as he spoke. "The storm has passed, listen. So the comms should be back up and running. No?"

He wasn't really asking and moved to the comm unit on the counter fiddling with the nob on the front as he tried to find a signal.

"This is an emergency broadcast. An ongoing viral outbreak has grounded air traffic in multiple regions. Please, remain indoors whilst law enforcement evacuates the larger cities. If you live in the following districts, please head to your nearest egress point. Districts to follow."​

The monotone voice on the comms went on to drone out the name of districts, as the cabin sat in complete silence.

"What the fuck? 'Ongoing viral outbreak', what the hell does that mean?"

"And what do they mean, stay indoors?"

"It's mad, my Uncle said..."

"We need to get back to our homes!"

Moran rolled his eyes as the assembled hunters dropped their facade of great manliness, and backed into panic mode. He listened to the hubbub of panic and decided to take pre-emptive action before the group made a stupid decision. Standing on a table, he thwacked a spoon into the back of a metal pan, calling for order as best he could.

"Come on people, settle down. We need to think about this properly. We cannot head to the city, it's simply too dangerous. But, there's a port on the other side of the range, mostly used for supplies for this reserve. That means, by my reckoning, we should be the only people heading there. So, we should gather what we can, and head out. I'll take whoever wants to come with me, out at midday. The rest of you can make your own way."

He stood back down from the table, as the crowd gawped at him.

 

[Vannick Moran]

Gathering up the supplies he needed, or at least, thought he would need, did not take as long as expected, and Moran set about the work with haste - the sooner he was on the move, the better. Into his backpack went a ventilation mask and a handful of ration packages. Popular on the less populated worlds, 'just add water' read the cheerful slogan on the side, next to a graphic of a loaf of bread in one instance. Next, a small tin containing a first aid kit, a fire striker and a change of underlayers. A torch went in next before he began to run out of space.

Sighing, he affixed his bedroll, a tarp and some walking poles, and finally a pot and a water bottle to his bag, then attached his belt. A simple leather belt, holds a hatchet, knife and a small bag containing a grapple cord, was all he had bought with him.

"Right." he shouted over the rather sombre looking band of poachers "Whose coming?" there was a mumbled reply from just over half the group, the rest keen on staying behind, or heading back to the town, despite his advice. "Well, you know where we're headed. My advice, stay put if you ain't coming, and I'll see if we can send a party back for you." he added, hefting his weapon, and gesturing for his new group to follow.

"Good luck." one of the remainers shouted out.

Moran waved back at him and got moving. Some six grumbling people followed him, and they headed out into the terrain.