Ray found his cogitator. He carried it outside the craft and opened it. A brief examination revealed it had suffered a dent or two in the crash, but little damage beyond that. He extended his interface mechadendrite and connected his consciousness with the cogitator's. The screen on the cogitator failed to display anything for a minute before Ray performed the rite of percussive maintenance to refocus the Machine Spirits of his cogitator. He didn't need the screen to use his cogitator; he could just read all the data from his augmentic eye. However, showing everyone where they were would be hard without the cogitator's 2d holo-display. 

[b]"Hey there, need help with anything?"[/b] The first guardsman made an inquiry. "Umm, sure, go help the commissar with unloading the supplies. Make sure we have the important stuff like food, medicine and water purification tablets, survival supplies like tents, messkits and luminators, and anything we can use to get out of here, like compasses, magnoculars, vox-casters, auspex, microbeads, whatever. They should also have a few weapons, likely lasrifles. Get everything out of the life-pod so we can take inventory."

He looked around and took in his surroundings while his cogitator booted up. The sky was overcast, so it was hard to tell what time of day it was on the planet. [i]I've been in stickier situations before, and this really doesn't seem to bad, all things considered. So why do I feel so uneasy?[/i] He remembered one of his master's teachings: 'Trust your instincts.' [i]My gut tells me this is gonna get a whole lot worse before it gets better.[/i] He pulled out his lho case and opened it. He stared at the open case for a few seconds, debating weather or not he should take a smoke or if he should try to conserve his supply, before deciding he needed one after the crap he just went through. He stuck one in his mouth, snapped the case shut and ignited the built-in lucifer. Ray took one long drag before letting the lho-stick hang from his lips.

His cogitator booted up, so Ray deftly accessed the map files for Sisk and was quickly able to identify the South Sea. He zoomed in on the area they were heading towards when the pod was landing and found that the island they were on was actually a small archipelago. He got up and took a compass from the pile of supplies, and after some brief checking, identified that they had landed on the south coast of the southernmost island. There were three other islands, a western one, a northern one and a small central one. Topographical reports said that the only access to the central island were three rope bridges, one connecting to each island, and also stated that the west and south islands were also connected by rope bridge. Census reports from about a century ago stated that there was a small village on the western island and a larger one on the north coast of the north island, along with a manor. The overall population of the island at the time was hardly over 200. The most intriguing piece of data he found was an encrypted file saying that there was an old listening post on the north island, hidden inside a cave. He found some data-slates in the supplies and copied the map info to each of them.