Indeed! A triumphant return to the slowest run ever!
Recap - your job is to investigate the attacks on the frontier town, so far you've survived a crash landing, an attack by a horde of meat freaks, an attack by drones, a further attack by meat freaks and yet another attack by drones. You've followed both a spirit and GPS signal stating that your pilot and contact has been taken deep into the wilderness of the mountains. Unsure of who is friend or foe, you've been caught in a heavy snowstorm and have retreated into a cave system discovered quite by accident by Jasper.
Everyone who's moving forward and hasn't rolled - roll stealth.
The two at the front put some distance between themselves and the others, padding forward and putting the howling wind behind them, a few twists and turns in the tunnel as it leads further into the mountain and not even the cold gusts are felt. the temperature is relatively mild compared to the freezing state of the world above. The silence is punctuated by the drip of water and distant echoes (which are currently being picked up by Alvrin's sensitive ears.) The light levels are pitch black but you're currently running in various light modes supplied by your goggles/natural eyesight.
The rocks around you show as a blank grey infrequently streaked with faint heat in thermographic mode, in all others you can't really see anything unless you turn on a torch, whether it be normal or UV in nature. In UV there's a faint glow from the bioluminescent lichen and some of the metal elements in the rock, but not enough to do anything except avoid tripping.
As the lead pair move forward, they reach a point where the tunnel branches, one leading straight on and the other curving down and to the right, both offer a path in the same general direction as far as you can see. Which is of course limited by the general regularity of what you can see.
Smith wrote:I have to admit, all of this is somewhat outside of my remit - I would naturally defer to your judgement in these matters. That said, the flipping of a coin does hold a somewhat archaic charm to it.
As far as I can see, which is not much, both look about the same. We have no idea where either one goes, so chances are good that we'll hit a dead end.
Alvrin pauses for a second, then changes to a slightly uneasy face.
Or something else that is also hiding from the blizzard. Well, not much point waiting around to freeze. Down might get warmer possibly. Let's head this way.
So, Hernandez is scuffling along, but manages to look like a ninja compared to Jasper who in the process of moving forward in the pitch black manges to disturb a pile of loose rubble, lots of small rocks clatter and crash to the floor. The sound echoes wildly along the closed tunnels.
The response is swift, a loud screeching sound echoes back along the tunnel, it is swiftly joined by more similar screeches. Alvrin and Smith quickly work out that they came from the tunnel that heads straight on, Alvrin also works out that there's approximately five screeches issuing from five different throats and that they sound like the noise the beast at the crash site directed at him.
You have no idea how far the noise Jasper made carried, or how far the screeches are coming from. It takes quite some time for both noises to stop reverberating in the tunnels.