[M&M2e] Red Sands Chronicles

[Voda Vosa]

Sahid arranged his gear trying to dissimulate the anxiety of the forthcoming sandstorm. Although he had seen empires rise and fall, there was something about the Martian sandstorms that creped him out. It was the sensation of having no escape. Like when he created a tsunami to kill the president of one important country in his vacations. Sahid overestimated the influx of power from the full moon, miscalculated and almost died during the catastrophe. He will never forget the feeling of watching the immense wall of water, unstoppable... Coming. He felt the same way with the bloody sandstorms. Even worse, as he could not control them.

 

[Shayuri]

Deezy laughed at Brian's joke. "Sandstorm," she murmured. "That's good."
The metal beast whirred as it panned to the right and tilted its sensor cluster skywards.

"I'll try and get any fliers that get too close," she offered. "But the range on my weapons won't be too hard to fly out of. Is there any cover on the way? Rocks or a canyon or something?"

 

[Relique du Madde]

"Of course there are, however, we will have to consult with Seif's route so we can be sure how much cover we shall have."

OOC: Time for a navigation roll (survival, profession, or knowledge: earth science). Since it's assumed that Seif already planned out his route, this check will effectively serve as a "Stealth Check" against the aerial patrol's notice.

Once again, the some of the land features the group encounters and utilizes features will be up to you, but assume that the desert in this region is mostly hilly and rocky opposed to being dominated by sand dunes. Plant life consists of lichens, algaes, moss, and a few scattered shrubs that grow up to about two feet in height.

 

[Binder Fred]

"I don't see anything," Brian says worriedly. "I know a sandstorm can jump out of nowhere but ... what am I missing?"

«Take 10 on Survival = 21
“There is no storm,” agrees Seif after contemplating the horizon... “Code, lord?”

"Of course there are, however, we will have to consult with Seif's route so we can be sure how much cover we shall have."

“The route was planned for speed of rescue, lord, not cover,” answers that worthy with a frown. No one likes to be left out of the conversational loop. “Change will mean delays.” He waits, letting others weigh the pros and cons.

[sblock=Actions]Since the route really *wasn’t* planned with this in mind, I decided to roll Survival instead of taking 10: 1d20+11=17.[/sblock]--INTERLUDE--

Once under way, Seif slips into the cab next to lady Rasputina, looks at her long before loosening her gag to hang around her neck...

“Explain,” is all he says.

 

[Voda Vosa]

As the storm proves not to be such, Sahid relaxes and moves next to Seif. Incredibly so, the man resembles to Sahid, an old friend of his, from his time in the Ottoman army: Ahljim, a Bedouin from one of the nomad tribes, that for the chances of life ended up serving in the Ottoman army. Seif's image transports Sahid to merrier times.
"With luxury of details, if you may."

 

[Binder Fred]

Seif looks at The Ottoman, then back to the bound gregorieva.

[sblock=OOC]If many are going to participate, maybe we should say we bound her in the enclosed back of one of the medium crawlers instead? If so, then Seif is crouching on his heels before her, confortably out of flailing range.[/sblock]

 

[Relique du Madde]

“There is no storm. Code, lord?”

Lord Borroughmeister pondered. "Aye.. It must be. Sister Klatta seemed to understand part of it, after all why would she suggest looking out for 'fliers?' Did anyone else pick up any other piece of information?"

“The route was planned for speed of rescue, lord, not cover. Change will mean delays.”

"With luxury of details, if you may."

"There is not need to worry too much about it. I too was not expecting aerial patrols to be a problem since they don't tend to hassle caravans. However, it is worry some if they decide to pester the Conveyer's caravan since they were initially traveling along side the Aethermine's supplies."



** INTERLUDE **
OOC: The idea of this interlude is interesting. I agree with the idea of having it being done in the back of a covered crawler.

“Explain,”

Lady Rasputina smirks. "What exactly do you want me to explain? Why they Grigori and the Watchers would allowed me to be captured and seemingly let your caravan waltz out of the city unscathed? Or is there something else that is your nagging at your curiosity?"

 

[Shayuri]

It takes a moment of listening before Deezy realizes that there were people who didn't catch the references, which surprises her though she's tactful enough not to mention it.

"Oh, sheesh, sorry...I figured...okay no, see, he was going on about dark clouds, but the sky's clear and so it just seemed to me like what he was really saying was that there were air patrols flying around as they went to Nice. See, because they said everything was 'nice,' but who says that in a tactical report, right? So I thought, 'oh, but there's that...uh...that thing called Nice, and it's pretty close.'"

The metal beast flexes its giant, clumsy fingers as it tries to imitate Deezy's gesticulating inside it.

"So, uh, south! South east, I mean. Probably a good hour or two...ish. But we definitely should look out for air patrols, because if they see us we'll never get rid of them, and they'll track us and drop bombs and make sure ground patrols always find us."

 

[Blackrat]

Indeed. It was standard caravan code. Aerial Patrols in the direction of Nice. Shouldn't be much to worry about, but better be ready. Aeaxeos confirms Deezy's conclusion.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Sahid watched at the woman for a moment. "Register her for transmitters or any other bug." the Ottoman concluded.