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Good call.

His Mexican jabber does make sense - let's do that.

Okay, I'll accept that as consensus.

Soon after one of the large robots comes to a stomping halt at the top of the drop, warning everyone to get clear the pilot then jumps the bipedal death machine down to the wreck. It's got as large casket type box fitted on the back.

Hey fellas, we got ya call. Drag the co-pilot and the beast out here would ya. Any sign of the pilot? I'm driving a few snowmobiles round from a cave stash we set up. They'll be down in the valley bottom in about fifteen.

The machine then scrapes clear an area of ground with its heavy bladed gauntlet and lays the casket down next to it.

I'll drag the co-pilot out of the flyer.

I'll lend a hand where I can, but physical labour isn't my strong point (no pun intended).

Dog Pants wrote:I'll lend a hand where I can, but physical labour isn't my strong point (no pun intended).

Hey, at least you have a physical presence.

So do you, even if it is six inches tall and cuddly.

I will help out where ever needed

Dog Pants wrote:So do you, even if it is six inches tall and cuddly.

Technically, that's not me though. I'm just moving it about.
This is getting dangerously metaphysical.

Texhnically there is no you, you're an entity of data.

Dog Pants wrote:Texhnically there is no you, you're an entity of data.

And like all digital beings, he sometimes has his off days

Soooo....

Reckon he'll give us a piggyback to Aysun?

The walker stoops and unfolds some smaller dexterous hands from underneath the huge cumbersome lumps of metal. It manoeuvres the body of the co-pilot into the casket and then stands as Hernandez drags the beast from the wreckage.

The beast sees the large metal walker and starts to wail, far faster than can be expected the walker barges forward knocking Hernandez out the way and mashes the beasts head flat against the ground.

The snowmobiles have arrived.

The walker turns and clips the casket to its back.

Uhhhhhh, well I guess that takes care of that. No need for studying a live one huh. Well, unless you guys have more pressing needs, I suggest we get a move on and try to catch up to Aysun.

The walker stuffs its huge claw into a snow drift with the sound of cracking stone, waggles it about to clean it then climbs up the cliff by smashing huge holes in it with claws and feet. A small avalanche of rock and snow drifts around you. It's soon gone from sight.

Your pans all have a bleeping locator in AR it's the snowmobiles a few hundred metres to the east.

Jasper wrote:Y'all best be maykin' tracks den. Dis skinnyboa's freyzin' his li'l black ass arf.

Jasper puzzles over his comm and heads off, slapping his arms around himself.

Ingress5 BaM gives the squished mess a final pat and a "there there", then climbs back into the doctors bag. It points at Jasper.

Ingress5 wrote:Is that one talking or just making noises? It doesn't seem to be a language.

Smith to Jasper wrote:If you are feeling the cold I would suggest laying off the...spirits. Your blood rushes to the surface of your skin - you feel warm but you will lose body heat much quicker.

Smith to Ingress5 wrote:I believe the argot is either patois or cajun. Perhaps, with the correct data, you could programme a translation system.

Alvrin wears a puzzled look for a handful of seconds.

Alvrin in Sperethiel wrote:Wait what? I didn't quite get tha wa wa wait where is he going?

As he finishes talking, Alvrin will commence following Jasper.

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