IC: Only War - Spinward Front

[Hemnon]

Planet-fall

Hive-Town Telly (smaller version of a Hive City), one of the still loyal town-regions on the planet. It's located near the border between the Imperial-controlled land and the heretic-uprising, and as such was fairly close to the front-lines.

A few hours ago, you all just made planet-fall via the transporter ships (which are used to ferry people to and from orbiting space craft that are unable to make planet-fall themselves). The way you were all met would make it seem like you had already won, what with the cheering and cries of love you all recieved. Your whole regiment even got to meet the Planetary Nobility, albiet not up close and personal, but rather by a major addressing. Indeed, there were plenty of pretty noble girls and nearly equally attractive hand-maids, and some of them even winked and blew kisses in all yours general direction.

Your Regiment, The Vixian 20th, behaved with the training and discipline that is slightly uncommon in the IG as a whole. As you all unboarded the ships, the whole regiment went into greeting-position in an almost completely synchronus movement via marching forward and halting in the center of the commerce central plaza (a big open area near the north-eastern entrance), every guardsman of the regiment unshouldered their lasgun (or other weaponry) and with a swooping motioning stood at attention and it all went completely silent right after an echoey click of heels snapping together. It was clear that the whole mass of locals was very impressed.

The Regiment's Colonel, Tobias Whelm was greeted by handshake from what would appear as the most high-ranking of the Noble Houses present and then followed up by greeting the Colonel of the PDF Forces.

A few hours later.
Your billet area appears to be what was once a major hab-block, but have fallen into disuse over the years of expansion and such. It was an okay place, all in all. The Block even held an old Emergency-hospital which just needed a little cleaning and the visit of a sterilization team. what was once a bank would be used to store munitions and other unstable materials, since such a vault in such a place would be pretty robust and safe.
As for living space, you all had to stay out of the living-areas of the Hab-block, since it was discovered that an unhealthy fungi had taken root in most of them. So instead, you've all had turbo-erected different forms of tents and improvised living-spaces with the help of the attachment of Tech-priests and any guardsmen with prior construction-skills. Even though, it would appear that it would take a few days to finish it all, and Command had no such time to wait and orders was immediately distributed and it would seem that about half the regiment would be sent to the Western Front-line flanking in order to resupply the PDF-forces there, as well as support their position.
On your way out, you get the crates of supplies you need to transport, the Trench-wire, and a Vox-caster so command can stay in contact with each time, since you'll also be functioning as forward scouting units in case of a break-through in the enemy lines.
As you all pass a line of exhausted-looking PDF-soldiers (who would appear to be returning from the shift at the front-lines), you all manage to catch meantioning of Witchery and Psykers in the enemy ranks, but all the different accounts you hear doesn't really add up well, so it might just be gossip.

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Telly-badlands, south of Telly itself. This is a very sparsely-filled place, with only the little scrub here and tree there, although a few hundred meters forward, your whole squad can see some sort of very tall type of plants, like wheat or rye maybe, although the height of it could perhaps even cover the exhaust-towers from a Sentinel. It would be an ideal route to take, since it would give plenty of cover... the bad side was that you wouldn't be able to see more than a few meters infront of you because of the quantity of it, which in turn would mean that you would have a hard to orienting yourselves and even see any splinter forces of the enemy, should they have any on the Imperial Side of the lines, though that wasn't unheard of at all, what with kamikaze-groups that sabotage and then blow themselves up, or infiltration-teams which hunt for priority targets.

So that's the Choice, through the field of Grains and such, or pass around the edge of it for better visuals?

(go ahead and post reactions to whatever you want to, but please end your post at when you reach those grain-fields ^^)

[RandomLunatic]

Charlotte paused and eyed the field in the distance. It would make a good hiding place for heretics, but not an ideal one. Pulling out her magnoculars, he focused them on the flora and started looking for telltale signs of passage, like paths cut through the perimeter, or patches that seemed to be missing, as if they had been trampled down by passing saboteurs.

(((1d100)[33] IDK if this is Awareness or Scrutiny, but either way the TN is 32.))

[Aneurin]

Smokey

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

This is so tedious.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Really, really tedious. Hauling cargo at a franction of Bastion's top speed? Gah!

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

"Oi. Are you awake back there, or what?" Sparks calls out, leaning back in her seat to poke him in the shin. "We're coming up on some kind of field,"

"You mean that field that's been on the horizon for the last twenty minutes? Who was the one who was sleeping?"

"...I just closed my eyes for a moment,"

"Sure you did," Smokey sighs, and stares at the swaying plants ahead as the Bastion of Ego stamps down the track. "Two thrones says they ask us to go in first,"

"No bet. Scan it?" Sparks says, as she starts fiddling with the augur arrays in front of her.

"Scan it,"

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Breaking out the Auspex to scan. Range of 50m.

(1d100)[24] vs. 55 (35 Base + 20 Auspex)

[Alhendors]

Diagnostor? Check. Tox Wand? Check. Injector? Check. Colon was in the middle of mentally checking his medical equipment for the 4th time since they landed, it was one of the few things that he could be offered to pass the time until his expertise was needed later. Scalpel? Check.

"Y'know some might take your obsession as a bad thing..." Ibram followed closely, taking a few glances at the Sentinel as they took a slight lead, he could never get enough of the sight of machinery."You even listenin'?"

"As much as I appreciate your concern I have a job to do," he stopped just short of the field, checking over to his squad it appeared as though they were already scanning the sight ahead of them, there was no need to assist them he figured.

[NightshadeXL]

"About time! Bloody hot carrying this heavy gun around in the middle of the day with no shade but throne that field will be our salvation!"

Joe glances at Nightshade to see if he agrees. After a moment it becomes clear the statement has no effect on Nightshades mood one way or the other.

"I guess you're not a fan of tall grass? Get bit by a snake or something as a kid?"

"No."

"What kind of snake was it? I bet it was a big p.."

"That field is a death trap."

"What do you mean? It'll give us shade in this forsaken land and it'll let us sneak up to the front without being seen by the enemy. It's perfect strategy."

"Sure, if you want to die."

"What are you going on about. How could it possibly go wrong? Its perfect!"

Nightshade comes to a sudden stop and stares down at Joe.

"Look, we're in the badlands. It's hot out."

"Right, with you so far, still no sign of death."

"And what happens if we see the enemy?"

"We shoot them for the Emperor!"

"And they shoot back."

"And they'll miss. You're not turning coward are you?"

"No. But whoever is in the grass when that happens is dead."

"Why!?"

"What do you think will happen to all that grass when we fire this heavy plasma cannon we've been lugging around?."

"Oh... I guess it'll make a giant fire."

"Right."

Content that something may have finally reached Joe, Nightshade grabs the plasma cannon and keeps walking.

"I guess I should've brought marshmallows. You like those right? How about smores? When I was a kid, this one time we went camping and ..."

Joes voice becomes lost in the distance as they keep walking behind the sentinel.

[Dekana]

Aeria walks alongside the sentinel, careful not let herself or her servitor get caught in its path. Out in the open, neither of them are particularly well-concealed. Aeria bears a pair of mechadendrites that tower several feet over her head, and Boulder the servitor is bulky with muscles and metal plating. The field would do well to conceal them both, she reasons.

She looks up at its operators as they mention the auspex. She remarks in a vox-reverberating voice, "Bastiorl is impatient to find the enemy. A war machine as itself is not content to act solely as a mounted beast..."

[Lycan 01]

Sergeant Dovian Kruvak marches along near the front of his squad, almost the perfect picture of a valiant officer leading his men. His uniform is spotless, his armor clean and pristine. A chainsword is held aloft in his right hand, his gloved grip relaxed but firm, while his left hand hangs near the holstered pistol at his belt. His most distinguishing feature, aside from the prayer seal and inscriptions on his chainsword, would have to be his well-kept mustache, which only seems to compliment his dashing looks. At least according to some.

Behind him, a much less dashing individual scurries along, almost as though trying to be Sergeant Kruvak's shadow. The scrawny, pale Guardsman looks like a green conscript fresh out of boot camp, and his eyes dart around nervously. "Which way, Sergeant?" Trooper Zarvok quietly asks as they approach

Sergeant Kruvak slows his stride as they approach the field, before stopping to observe it with a small frown. He raises his chainsword aloft, gesturing for his squad to halt. "Hmm. The Emperor would surely frown upon wanton waste, either of manpower or resources," he observes after a moment, turning to survey his unit. "We shall go around it. Entering these fields may lead us into an ambush, or leave us disorganized. And trekking through there, particularly with a Sentinel and other heavy equipment, would no doubt damage the crops, especially if a firefight were to ensue."

He tilts his head to the left, and gives a small wave of the chainsword in that direction. "Operator Godwinne, would you kindly take point?" he asks, looking up at the Sentinel pilot with a pleasant smile. Having the tall Sentinel up front would no doubt be the best way to detect ambushes or threats as quickly as possible.

As the Sentinel presumably moves to follow the polite order, Trooper Zarvok bends over to check the lacing of his boots - and narrowly misses having his head smashed in by one pivoting leg of the passing war-machine. The metal lightly scrapes his helmet as it passes, and Trooper Zarvok looks up to see who tapped him on the head. He looks around in confusion for a moment, before giving a small shrug and resuming his role as Sergeant Kruvak's shadow.

[Hemnon]

There's something wrong with the Auspex, here must be, because after fiddling and re-igniting it over and over, it keeps showing at there is lifeforms detected at the edge of the Tall-grain field... or rather, should i say, there is 1 lifesign, barely visible and very hard to even spot in the first place, and it remains stationary as you begin moving around the side of the field. There's someone there just inside the thick cover of the crops... Or at least there SHOULD be someone there.

Nothing else is visibly out of the ordinary, neither the field, the scrubs or anyhting else, except for maybe the lack of any kind of wind blowing about, but that's most likely just the Planet's weather being like that.

You're all also quite glad for the Immuno-boosters you all got prior to planet-fall, cuz otherwise you'd all be very sick right now from the foreign bacteria and stuff which your immune-systems have never been into contact with. Bless the emperor for providing such luxuries.

[Aneurin]

Smokey

Secure in the knowledge that Kruvak can't see him, Smokey gives him a baleful look through the viewing slit of the Bastion's cockpit.

"We've got movement on the edge of the field," Sparks calls up from her asupex station as she fiddles switches and twiddles dials to try and make sense of the return.

"Sarge, movement in the field we've got... one body?," Smokey calls out. "Hard to make out, though. Enginseer, would you mind inspecting the scanner for faults when we get to the lines?"

He pauses a moment.

"You're still going to want me to take point and walk towards it, aren't you?" he adds, somewhat glumly.

"Probably," Sparks calls back absent-mindedly as she fights the resisting machine spirits for useful imaging.

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Let's try a Tech-Use on the auspex for more information.

(1d100)[23] vs. 34

[RandomLunatic]

"What bearing?" Charlotte asked over the vox. She swung her binoculars around to the given point and started looking closer.

"No joy," she said after a moment.

((Awareness - (1d100)[93] vs 32))

[Lycan 01]

Dovian frowns. "Scan it with the auspex again. If the machine-spirits are feeling restless, it may be best to double-check that life-sign. Could be a false-positive, or a forward scout. Or a rather large bird. Meanwhile, the rest of you hold position and keep your eyes open for anything suspicious. I don't want us traipsing into an ambush trap."

Trooper Zarvok holds up a pair of magnoculars. "Here you go sir," he meekly offers.

"Ah, thank you," the Sergeant nods with a cheery smile, accepting the optics and holding them up to scan the field for himself.

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Awareness or Scrutiny? Not sure which it calls for, but both are trained, so it's a TN of 35 either way.

(1d100)[40] vs 35

[Hemnon]

The auspex keeps on showing the same reading: One "small" lifeform nearn the edge, back the way you initially circled around the Tall-grain field... although it's fairly scatter-patterned and it's hard to find the precise location as it keeps flickering around slightly. Like it's there but keeps switching location instantly... or maybe the Auspex is just on the Fritz. Hard to know.

As for spotting the Lifeform itself, no such luck so far from anyone.

Lifeforms on the planet are generally just Humans, with the odd wolf-esque creatures and some other wildlife as well, although any more details have yet to be given from Command. Only one more thing had be mentioned: do not agitate the huge Keltis, which are the wolf-esque creatures. They are as told, big, wolf-like in appearance, Highly dangerous and have 6 limbs rather than 4. Although they seem to be very shy creatures, so as long as you do not directly stumble right into one, you should be safe enough from them... Or at least that's what Imperial Intelligence have on those creatures.

[RandomLunatic]

Charlotte edged closer to the cogboy. Or coggirl. Whatever. In a hushed voice, she asked, "What can cause an auspex to act like that?"

[Aneurin]

Smokey

With considerable restraint, Smokey resists the temptation to give the auspex a good thumping - at least, he will while the enginseer is close enough to hear. With violence directed at the machine spirits temporarily out of the question, he swings the sentinel around to run the auspex over the squad.

"Could be one of those things we were told about," Sparks calls up from her fiddling. "Stalfos, or whatever?"

"Or the scanner could be getting confused by the field," Smokey replies, eyeing the machine in question without much affection. He calls out to the rest of the squad; "Still there, but pretty fuzzy and jumpy. Could be the field's confusing the Machine Spirits - the plants are alive, after all. Doesn't seem to be doing anything, though,"

[Dekana]

"The auspex is performing well by detecting anything," Aeria answers defensively. "Perhaps the target really is that fast, or the signal is being jammed. I will perform the Rite of Antenna Purification when we return to a supplied workshop, but until then, have faith in the tools of the Omnissiah."

Aeria cautiously unholsters her lasgun and keeps it pointed at the field, half-expecting the detected life form to emerge from the crops.

[NightshadeXL]

Nightshade lowers to a kneeling position and motions to Joe to do the same. He gently puts the plasma cannon on the ground and swings about the M36 lasgun hanging from his back. Joe stares at him confused.

"Shouldn't we be readying the plasma cannon incase that contact is hostile?!"

"Sarge didn't want to damage the crops. 'Waste of resources' he called it remember?"

Joe gives a slow nod and then pulls up his M36 into aim on the field as well. After a few tense moments he grows impatient.

"What are we waiting for? Why doesn't someone just go an look to see what that blip was so we can carry on?"

"Orders."

"Huh?"

"We haven't been given any yet. You don't want to go barging into that field just because you think someone should. If you're lucky a heretic will jump out and try to kill you. Worst case you'll get a bolt to the head for disobeying orders."

Joe takes a big breath and sighs.

"Yea I guess you're right. What's taking so long with the order than? We just going to sit here all day."

"I doubt it. I bet the Sarge will give up trying to use machines and just go look himself."

"Right, gotta lead by example. Ha, he just never likes giving up the chance to rescue civilians and play the big hero."

Nightshade turns to glance at the Sergant and his lacky to make sure they are still busy looking at the field. Relieved to see they are, he turns back to Joe and continues in a hushed tone.

"You really do want a bolt to the head don't you?"

"No..."

"Then sometimes you need to learn to keep your mouth shut!"

Joes face goes red and he looks away. By the movement of his shoulders its obvious his feelings were hurt.

"Aww hell... at least learn to whisper. Why don't you use the microbead and tell the Sarge we're in position and awaiting orders."

Joe snaps his head back around to look at Nightshade with the biggest grin on his face, like a child who was just given his first chance to shoot a lasgun.

"Uh Sarge? We're all in position and awaiting orders. .. I mean Sir."

[Lycan 01]

Sergeant Kruvak works his jaw thoughtfully for a moment, before giving another aloft wave of his chainsword towards the left of the field, and keying his comm-bead with his free hand. "Previous orders stand, ladies and gentlemen. We go around; hang left and keep your distance from the field. Weapons at the ready, though, and keep your eyes open. I'd rather us not waste time chasing some errant signal or wild fauna through the field, but if it does turn out to be an enemy trick, let's try not to get caught off guard," he advises with a wry smile.

Thankfully for Nightshade and Joe, he doesn't hear their unflattering gossip...

"Take point with the Sentinel, Godwinne," he orders. "Everyone else, follow along a few yards between yourselves. If you see or hear anything, report it. And don't go shooting into the field unless you've got a verified target. I'd rather Command not wish to have a talk with us over an entire crop of the Emperor's tithe being burned to ash because somebody got a bit jumpy..." he muses dryly.

And with that, he strides after the Sentinel, aiming to take position as close to the front as possible. Troop Zarvok scurries to keep up after him, nearly losing his footing a few times as he has to step over or into the heavy footprints of the war-machine.

[Hemnon]

It's strange, even as you all begin to move, the blip on the Auspex appears to follow you all, same relative distance and fuzzy reading. It's like something is watching you all, although from the readings, it can't be bigger than a short human, though that would only be an educated guess when accounting for all the data you have from the auspex.

In terms of distance, it appears to be in an area of about 20 meters behind you all and between 2-10 meters into the field. the position is too erratic to completely pinpoint after all.

[Alhendors]

To those who hadn't met him before it would seem as though Colon was completely ignoring everything around him, in truth it was the complete opposite that was taking place. Ibram had learned to keep his otherwise talkative mouth shut in situations like this, for he knew that although quiet Colon was always paying attention.

"So what's going on?" Unfortunately, Ibram's common sense didn't automatically make him the sharpest bayonet in the squad. "Someone saw something in the field from what I can gather, we're to keep a look out."

With that, both Colon and his assistant attempted to get as close to the middle of the group as possible without breaking the Sargent's orders, if Medical assistance was going to be needed any time soon it would be most efficient to remain where they could get to any of the squad relatively quickly.

[RandomLunatic]

"That's not an auspex ghost," Charlotte growled to the sergeant. She would go chasing into the field by herslef if it came to it, but the contact's general elusiveness suggested such an effort would be about as productive as catching sunlight. No, it would take a coordinated sweep. And while it was not the Commissar's place to give orders, they could definitely give strong implications...

[Lycan 01]

The Sergeant slows his stride a bit, allowing Charlotte to catch up and keep pace with him. "Oh, I doubt it's a false positive," he quietly tells her, almost casually. "But the way I see it, it's most likely one of the local predators in its natural habitat. Or it's bait for an enemy trap. If I send a scout to check it out, it'll either turn into a wild goose chase, or they'll be set upon by a foe with a clear advantage. A waste of time, or a waste of one or more soldiers and their gear. Alternatively, I can order our entire squad to sweep the field, which would either be a colossal waste of the Emperor's time, or send us blundering right into a trap as the enemy desires us to do. If we investigated the field ourselves, and the enemy attacks us withinearly all of our weapons and gear would be useless, since it would ignite the crops and we would immolate ourselves alongside the enemy," he muses almost aloofly. "If we were to go around the field, however, and there is in fact an enemy presence with in it, then they will have to come out of the field and face us directly; attacking us from the 'cover' of the crops would be foolish, as we can simply set the field alight with a few bursts of las-fire and roiling plasma. So we either end up with a fair fight outside the field, or we can easily roast them once they open fire from the field. We're not ignoring a potential enemy; we're turning a potential trap into a trap of our own."

The Sergeant tilts his head slightly, and gives a relaxed little smile to the Commissar. "With all due respect, ma'am, I feel this course of action is the most efficient use of the Emperor's time and resources, while also posing the least risk to my unit and the resources we have been entrusted with. But if you are inclined to disagree, please do so. While I have the authority to give commands, you have the authority to interpret our duty to the Emperor and how best to carry it out."

Trooper Zarkov just follows along obediently, staring straight ahead and doing his best to look like he's not paying attention to this discussion for his own safety.

[RandomLunatic]

"Astute analysis," Charlotte. "Pity, then, that it all falls apart without the lynchpin assumption that who or whatever it it is is bent on our personal, immediate destruction."

[Hemnon]

The Auspex keeps showing the same reading as you trod along the edge of the Field. Shortly after passing the corner of the Field, a light breeze rushes over both you lot and the field itself and those that look back at the field would see a young girl standing there.

She's dressed quite simple and the colors of the clothing is a bit bland. but the girl herself have a certain air about her, something that can't really be explained. Her heartshaped face and long flowey hair gives her a kind of eternal look. as if she could stand there forever and never age. She smiles slightly and with another breeze, vanishes from sight as the tall-grain swishes over her form. The Auspex also looses the lifeform-signal and goes completely passive and only shows your own squad's life-signals, as well as the random ghost-signal that is a common occurance with such equipment.

The way forward will take you through a passage inbetween two high dirt-ridges on each side. it would be an idea place to be ambushed, but the place IS still in imperial country, so that would be a little unlikely to happen. you would all have to crawl of a sheer 7 meter-surfacer or stone and dirt if you wanted to take the high-ground, but up there you would be completely exposed with one sort of cover, and the sentinel would have serious problems getting up it as well.

[RandomLunatic]

The Field

"...Like that," Charlotte added as the contact dropped off the auspex scope.

[Lycan 01]

"Um... sir?" Trooper Zarkov shakily whispers as he glances back and sees the strange girl. "C-contact?"

Dovian looks back, just in time to see the girl smile and disappear amongst the wheat. He scowls slightly, before turning away. "Keep moving. Probably some farm-girl playing games with the passing platoons. Even if we went after her, we'd never find her in that field."

"Right..." the young conscript nods, still seeming a bit unnerved, yet taking solace in the Sergeants words. After all, why would the Sergeant lie?

Sergeant Kruvak grips his chainsword a bit tighter as he marches along, steeling his soul against the possibility of Wytchcraft and sorcery obstructing their mission at some point. Had he sent his unit in after that girl, it would have either been a wild goose chase, or akin to sending lambs to slaughter.

When they eventually reach the gulley they must march through, Dovian holds up his fist to gesture for the unit to halt. "Hold steady for a moment. I want auspex scans on those ridges. Any of you lot decent at climbing?" he asks, turning back to look over his squad inquisitively.

[NightshadeXL]

Nightshade stops to look at the walls of the gulley and asses the climb. Mostly rocky surface to get some grip on, not impossible at all. Joe gazes at the climb and s grimace crosses his face. Nightshade gives Joe a smirk and activates the microbead.

"Decent? Sure. Assuming you want the heavy weapon team on the ridge, Sarge?"

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Assuming the order to climb is given, here's the roll. I have athletics so add whatever modifiers the GM sees fit for difficulty or ease of the climb.

(1d100)[71]

Haha or not. Mega fail, since my Strength is only 31 and I don't think it'll be a +40 modifier(ooh look a ladder) lol.

[Aneurin]

Smokey

Okay... one freaky girl, ignored. Superb. Now for the tricky bit.

"Ten says it's mined," Smokey says, eyeing the gap with all the wariness and cynicism he can muster.

Sparks snorts and rolls her eyes. "Of course the easy way is mined. No bet. But five says they're only anti-personnel - the heavy stuff'd be too heavy to lug about behind our lines,"

"What does it count as if they've rigged the banks to collapse on us?"

"...death?"

Smokey sighs. "Whatever. Hey, Sarge," he adds, in a louder voice. " Not sure we can get Bastion up that slope too easily. I mean, we can do it beacause I'm amazing, it just won't be very fast,"

"And if you think anyone's covering her in muddy bootprints again, then forget it! We have to clean her afterwards," Sparks calls out.

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Auspex rolls!

(1d100)[61] vs. 55

Tech-Use for unseen stuff;

(1d100)[70] vs. 35

[Lycan 01]

Sergeant Kruvak studies the ridges and his unit for a moment, before sheathing his chainsword and beginning to stride towards the nearest earthen wall. "Alright you lot," he states firmly, his expression stern and serious. It looks like he's going for less gallantry, and more authority and directness now. "Zarkov, Fenoff, Filary, you three come with me. We're going up-top in case there's an ambush from above. I want Bastion to help get us and the plasma cannon up there; I'd rather deal with scraping muddy footprints off the Sentinel then scraping a pulped Guardsman off the rocks down here. Once we're up there, I want that Sentinel to head on down the road, and I want that scanner operating as best as its machine spirits can muster. The rest of you follow after Bastion at a distance of ten meters at the very least; if it detonates any sort of anti-personnel mines, I don't want half my team turned into confetti. I want all of you at full attention, and weapons at the ready. Alright? Alright."

Assuming there are no complaints or counter-arguments, Dovian waits for Smokey to bring the Sentinel over so he, Trooper Zarkov, and the heavy weapons team can clamber on up and get topside.

[RandomLunatic]

Charlotte said nothing, instead ducking behind a portion of the bluff and letting the cloak she was wearing turn her into another part of the upthrust, with her eyes and bolt pistol scanning the far side for signs of trouble.

((Stealth - (1d100)[57] [31 AGI -20 untrained + 20 cloa]
Awareness - (1d100)[25] [32 PER]))

[Dekana]

Aeria acknowledges the order with a nod, but she doesn't have much to do except watch the rest of the squad scaling the rocks. When Bastion sets down the path, she follows it at the prescribed 10 meters.