Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-1734134-20170515010913

The Guard doesn’t reply to you – you can’t tell what he’s thinking beneath his mask. He just points his rifle towards the open shuttle doors. The pilot, a young woman, waits impatiently as you board before taking a seat in the cockpit. As the ramp door closes, you can see Torki being led off in a different direction from Varen, not subject to any of his contemporaries’ abuse. The pilot’s voice rattles out over the vox in reply to Thearn’s question, “24-hour system.”

The shuttle takes off, firing through the void and descending towards the sandy wastelands below, passing the colossal wreckage of a burnt-out vessel, drifting in orbit. Slipping through the shattered space craft, it punches through the atmosphere, speeding towards the surface in a steady descent. Time seems to fly as the ship lurches through the night sky, settling down quietly on a sandy dune. As the rear-hatch opens, you’re instantly confronted by the sight in the distance – a mass of blackened, ashen grey mountains that point up at the sky in a rugged formation. Below that, you can see a smattering of pale lights, some quite close,

“That’s your destination, there’s some equipment here for you,” she tosses out several large duffle bags. Inside there’s voxs, food, several simple maps and extra clothes and light armour, “Try not to waste it too quickly. Chances of you getting a re-supply from me any time soon are pretty low.”