With the raft finished and being loaded with supplies, Ray only had to get his group on it. “Don't worry, big guy, the raft is large enough for you to fit on.” It sagged in the water a bit, but it carried the weight of the supplies and the ogryn comfortably. Ray went to Gaius and reminded him, “Nothing too fancy, just get a good look at the village and get out. I don't really care if there's a Valkyrie fueled and ready for launch waiting for us there, I don't want you to be seen.”
Ray finally ordered the remaining supplies they had to be burned. Everyone who wanted an extra laspistol or lascarbine had already taken one, and he didn't want to share the firepower advantage they had with anyone, even if their enemies didn't know how to use them. Trooper Radclyffe's flamer spouted burning promethium over the pod and the equipment they couldn't use. “Time to get going. See you guys at the rendezvous point.”
It had taken them about three hours of paddling and Grav's whimpers, but they made it to the listening post. They had concealed the raft with tree branches and left it on the east coast of the northern island. The listening post was about half a klick from the raft's hiding spot, and well concealed in some cliffs. They got to the cave where the entrance was hidden, only to find the door ajar. Gesturing for silence, Ray slowly opened the door with the barrel of his lascarbine. He stepped in silently and surveyed the listening post, switching his eye to night-vision. The comms room was empty and dark, as was the generator room. None of the equipment was active, and neither did it seem like any of it has been activated recently, but a faint light emanated from the bunk room. Ray's augmentic eye switched off night vision as he slowly approached the dimly lit room.
A man was sitting on one of the cots, dressed in some kind of local clothing. He was facing a lit candle and mouthing some kind of prayer with his hands making the sign of the Aquila. He opened his eyes to the sight of a lascarbine aiming at his head. “Stay very still and tell me who you are.” Ray ordered.
“Oh, holy All-father...” he whimpered, shaking where he kneeled.
“Your name, now.”
“I am Vardan of Karthen. I-I c-came here to this shrine to hide from the bandits and mutants, but I should have never invaded this Sanctuary of the All-Father. Please spare my miserable life, servant of the All-Father. I beg forgiveness, my lord.” The man prostrated himself at Ray's feet.
Ray rolled his eye and lowered his gun. Great, a religious looney. “Relax, Vardan. You're fine now.” Vardan looked up and immediately yelped at the sight of Honoria.
“An angel of the All-father! I am not worthy. And a soldier of the Sky-father. And... and...” His voice trailed off as Grav
Ray left him gaping and examined the generator. “Looks like a simple promethium generator. Look around for some promethium barrels.”
Ray finally ordered the remaining supplies they had to be burned. Everyone who wanted an extra laspistol or lascarbine had already taken one, and he didn't want to share the firepower advantage they had with anyone, even if their enemies didn't know how to use them. Trooper Radclyffe's flamer spouted burning promethium over the pod and the equipment they couldn't use. “Time to get going. See you guys at the rendezvous point.”
It had taken them about three hours of paddling and Grav's whimpers, but they made it to the listening post. They had concealed the raft with tree branches and left it on the east coast of the northern island. The listening post was about half a klick from the raft's hiding spot, and well concealed in some cliffs. They got to the cave where the entrance was hidden, only to find the door ajar. Gesturing for silence, Ray slowly opened the door with the barrel of his lascarbine. He stepped in silently and surveyed the listening post, switching his eye to night-vision. The comms room was empty and dark, as was the generator room. None of the equipment was active, and neither did it seem like any of it has been activated recently, but a faint light emanated from the bunk room. Ray's augmentic eye switched off night vision as he slowly approached the dimly lit room.
A man was sitting on one of the cots, dressed in some kind of local clothing. He was facing a lit candle and mouthing some kind of prayer with his hands making the sign of the Aquila. He opened his eyes to the sight of a lascarbine aiming at his head. “Stay very still and tell me who you are.” Ray ordered.
“Oh, holy All-father...” he whimpered, shaking where he kneeled.
“Your name, now.”
“I am Vardan of Karthen. I-I c-came here to this shrine to hide from the bandits and mutants, but I should have never invaded this Sanctuary of the All-Father. Please spare my miserable life, servant of the All-Father. I beg forgiveness, my lord.” The man prostrated himself at Ray's feet.
Ray rolled his eye and lowered his gun. Great, a religious looney. “Relax, Vardan. You're fine now.” Vardan looked up and immediately yelped at the sight of Honoria.
“An angel of the All-father! I am not worthy. And a soldier of the Sky-father. And... and...” His voice trailed off as Grav
Ray left him gaping and examined the generator. “Looks like a simple promethium generator. Look around for some promethium barrels.”
