Nov 06 16:13:39 106 PA - A Walk in the Park, almost

From Chronicles

Mikjel is sitting at the bar, drinking shots of corn whiskey, bottle in front of him.

You sit down at Table 1.

John is sitting at a stool near Mikjel with an empty shot glass in front of him and a bottle of beer in his hand.

Erica walks into the bar quickly she smiles happily as she sees all the people in the bar. Her smile is friendly as she looks around. Walking up to the bar she starts tapping on the bar in time to the music that is coming from the jukebox while she orders a cold lager beer. She keeps looking around seeing who is here and her smile seems to encompass you all. She occasionaly glaces at the vid-screen to watch the game.

John tilts his beer back finishing it and his eyes linger on the hot little thing that just walked into the bar. He pushes his empty out and waits for another.

Mikjel relaxes a little as the man beside him doesn't look concerned with him. He pours another shot and downs it, saying, "Was a bit afeared for a moment that you were gonna add that I was in that ruckus and that I shot your friend dead, and you'd been tailing me these past five days." He relaxes a little more, adding, "Guess not."

Mikjel relaxes a little as the man beside him doesn't look concerned with him. He pours another shot and downs it, saying, "Was a bit afeared for a moment that you were gonna add that I was in that ruckus and that I shot your friend dead, and you'd been tailing me these past five days." He relaxes a little more, adding, "Guess not."

Erica takes her cold beer from the bartender and drinks down a swig of it as she starts bobbin her head to the music. Turning around she leans against the bar as her eyes look around at the various big and dangerous men that walk around this tavern. She nods her head idly at the two men near her as she takes another sip of her beer.

John smiles and turns to face Erica, "Well look at this tall drink of water." he holds out his hand as if to shake, "I'm John."

Mikjel turns back to the poker machine for a moment, swearing as he fails to even make a pair. "Down 58. And the best hand this damned thing has managed to cough up all night was a full house."

Erica gives a little giggle as Mikjel swears at the machine before raising her bottle towards John. "Hi John. I am Erica. It's nice to meet you." She takes another swig of the beer before continuing. "How are you doing today?" Turning towards Mikjel she offers idly. "Well don't lose too many credits if the machine is unlucky."

John looks over to the man at the poker machine and chuckles, "Nice to meet you Erica." he nods his head towards the man, "He has been saying the machine is rigged for at least 10 credits."

Mikjel pours himself another shot and raises it without glancing over, downing it as he taps at the poker machine. "Not unlucky, not ten credits. The payoffs are ten percent lower than the chance of pulling a hand. The longer I'm here, the more money I'm gonna lose." He shrugs, downing the shot. "Figure I'll stop once I'm out a hundred."

Erica giggles again before taking a long pull from her beer. She sets it on the table as her fingers keep tapping the rhythm of the music. "Well if you just wanted to get rid of a hundred credits you could always just buy people drinks instead. Make lots of friends that way." She grins at Mikjel before her attention is pulled to the vid-screen as some of the patrons cheer for a good play in the game that is televised.

John finally lets his gaze leave Erica to look up at the screen to see who scored. He takes another long swig from his beer but remains quiet for the moment.

Mikjel shrugs and pops another credit in the machine. He taps at the screen for a moment before hitting the side with an open hand. "Seven high? What the hell is that?" He turns on his stool, shoving the remainder of his credits toward the bartender. "Screw it. If I'm gonna pull the lowest hand possible, tonight is not my night. That should cover a few drinks for the two of them." He turns to face the two of you, adding, "Mikjel, by the way."

Erica's smile widens as Mikjel buys her a drink. "I didn't mean that you had to buy me a drink, but I do appreciate it. I'm Erica Mikjel. It's always nice to meet more people around town." She pauses for a moment to take a drink from her beer as she takes a step closer to both of you. "So what all do you both do? Been in Kingsdale long?"

John smiles to Mikjel and holds out his hand as if to shake, "Names John, and thanks for the drink." then looking back to Erica he says in a lowered tone, "Just got to town actually, I'm a Merc. I'm up for about anything depending on the job and the pay."

Mikjel shrugs. "Like you said, credits were just gonna go to feed that damned machine anyway. Besides, it's an addiction." He pours himself another drink and downs it. "At the moment? I trap things and sell them. Sign says 'Pets or Meat'. Just got bunnies right now. Sometimes I dig stuff up and sell it, though. Then I reckon I'll have to add 'Junk' to the sign. Not sure if it should go at the end, or before 'Pets' or 'Meat', though." He rummages in a pocket, pulling out a paper and some tobacco, rolling it on the bar.

"Ooo bunnies are cute though. Maybe when I get a proper place I'll buy a pet off of you." Erica smiles softly to herself as she keeps tapping away on the bar. "Found any work yet John? I'm sort of looking for work myself. And I think it should be Pets, Junk, and Meat." Johnshakes his head to Erika, "Not yet, but I just got to town. What kind of work do you do?" he looks you her inquisitively as he takes another swig from his beer.

Mikjel finishes rolling and lights his cigarette, sucking on it with obvious relish. "Sounds like the kinda work that gets you a short exciting life."

Erica shrugs her shoulders quickly as she answers. "I mostly help people out. Help them track down lost items or lost people. I've worked with law offices before tracking down fugitives. Isn't bad work and it is pretty rewarding to help people out." She nods her head at Mikjel as he lights his smoke. "Yah does sound like dangerous work. Of course there are some rather nasty dangerous pets as well."

Mikjel shrugs. "I don't keep dangerous pets. Usually they don't taste too good, neither, so it's a pain in the ass, and a waste of meat, if nobody wants a mutant bobcat for their living room." He grins. "And I ain't found a taxidermist in town, neither, so selling ferocious stuffed toys ain't an option."

John smiles, "Well if you hear of anything let me know. I am sure you will see me in here or maybe in this Mechanics bar I remember, just gotta swing over and see if it is still there. Been a while since I have been in Kingsdale."

Erica nods her head as she listens to you both as you talk. "Yah there is still the mechanics bar a little north of this place. Nuts and Bolts I think it is called." She returns Mikjel's grin as she giggles a bit to herself. "Well a mutant bobcat does sound pretty cute, but yah I can see how that might cause trouble. Course I'm not a huge meat eater."

Mikjel perks up a little bit as he hears about the mechanics' bar. "Hey, do you think that anyone there might be looking for salvage? Never know what trash I'm gonna run into out there, but it ain't worth hauling back less I know there's a chance it's saleable."

John shrugs looking over to Mikjel, "I haven't been there in a long while but I would think that it might be a good place to pick up some salvage buisness."

Mikjel nods happily, taking another puff on his smoke. "Fair nuff. Will have to figure out whereabouts that is, then. Figure it doesn't make sense to be leaving scrap behind if I can be taking it without shooting." John smiles nodding, "I am going to hae to look for it again as well. I think I remeber though. What kinda scrap have you come across lately?"

John is sitting at the bar talking with Mikjel and Erica. He has a drink in his hand.

Erica nods her head quietly in time to the music as she takes another drink from her beer. "Yah they buy scrap. All sorts of scrap. Heck I even overhead one of them saying they saw a hovercar go down about 30 miles east of town and they were wanting to go salvage it but didn't want to go that far out.

Mikjel shrugs, looking vague. "I came here from the east, so the usual. Farm equipment; anything military had been stripped clean already. Not expecting anything big, but you never know who might need thirty #33 Bombardier engine mounting bolts."

Mikjel is sitting at the bar, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in frony of him.

John nods, "Well if you come across hovercycle parts let me know. I never know when something will break."

Mikjel does a quick mental calculation. "Thirty miles. Forty-eight kilometers. Presume rough terrain, that gets you just over a week to get there, strip it and head bnack."

Bartholemew comes into the bar with a quick glance around. Upon seeing John he makes his way over to the bar giving a friendly pat on the shoulder as he arrives next to him. "Hey Buddy, been looking all over for ya." he glances to each of the others with a friendly nod.

John gives a big smiles, "Well I came to the bar I thought to most likely find you in and when I didn't find you here I figured you would find your way here soon enough." then looking over to Erica and Mikjel, "This is Bart, Bart... Erica... Mikjel..." he motions with his hand as he does introductions.

Erica flashs Bartholemew a warm, friendly smile as he meets up with his friend. "A week? That would be traveling pretty darn slow. I mean I could get there pretty quick on my cycle. Or by jetpack. The problem would be hauling stuff back." She takes a sip of her cold beer as she stops to think about it for a moment.

Bartholemew smiles, "So where's my beer man. Figured you'd have it ready for me." he chuckles taking a seat. "you folks talkin bout a past salvage or something current? I can't see 30 miles being too bad, unless your hoofin it."

Mikjel nods. "Why I said rough terrain. Was figuring a week, through bush, on land, using a truck, so that anything good could be chopped up and brought back. If it's straight prarie, it's no big deal, and it's probably already chopped. But yeah, it's not a big deal by air or on clear land; I'm just used to working out the worst first."

John says, "With three hover cycles we might be able to haul something out worth something. WHat do you think?"

Erica shrugs her shoulders as she nods. "Yah if it's in the middle of the forest it is going to be tougher to get stuff out, but I don't think it is too heavily wooded out there. You could do a fly by to check out the sight and see what you need." She turns to Bart and raise up her beer towards him. "It is real nice to meet you Bart."

Bartholemew nods to the man, "How long ago did ya hear bout this scrap?" A smile given to Erica, "Pleasures all mine doll." waving over the bartender to get a beer of his own and another for the other three as well. "Anyone got a truck for haulin?"

Mikjel nods. "Well, I've got a truck. If all you've got is fifty clicks east, and a bike or three, then would need to run a standard search grid, after marking a point. During the search, I'd head for the start point, but change my route once someone spots something shiny from the air..."

John smiles, "Well now this is sounding like a plan." looking to Erica, "So do you know anything about this hovercar or where it crashed?"

Erica raises an eyebrow at Bart's doll comment and a sly little grin curves her pink lips. "Why do you assume he knew about the crash? I was the one who found out about it." She takes a long drink from her beer and nods to the bartender, asking for another beer. "Well the mechanic woman said that the car looked like it had been in a fight. There was a couple people flying it. She was up in the air testing out a jetpack. She saw the car go down, but couldn't go help cause her pack was having problems."

Mikjel nods slowly. "So, either buy her out and hope she hasn't given the point out already." He begins rolling another cigarette, but pauses to take a swig of beer and topup the bottle with whiskey, raising ti to Bart. "Or guess and hope it's visible from the air?"

Bartholemew takes a long swig of his beer when it arrives, "With a couple of sky cycles we should be able to cover most of the terrain pretty fast. If this mechanic saw it that easy, we should be able to spot it in a couple days at least."

Mikjel finishes rolling his cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag and exhaling a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

John shrugs, "Might be worth a look at least." he finishes his beer and picks up the fresh one Bart got for him.

Mikjel finishes rolling his cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag and exhaling a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

"Well I think I have a pretty good idea of where it is from what she said. I'm fairly familiar with the land around here. I mean I bet I know where it is within a mile radius. And I could get there by cycle or jetpack quick as hell. It is up to you what you want to do Mikjel." Erica says as she takes a step back away from the smoke.

Bartholemew sips on his beer with a grin, "So whatcha all hangin round here for? Shouldn't you be on your way already?"

Mikjel lifts up his bottle of whiskey. His one-third-full bottle of whiskey. "There's lotsa things I'll do. Swear, poach, gamble, work on Sundays. But I ain't about to hop in a truck, half-drunk, after dark, and start driving."

John lifts his bottle, "I agree there. but I think a run first thing in the morning might be in order."

Erica giggles as she raises up her drink and nods. "Well I'll drink to that. Shouldn't drink and fly. So what kind of hovercycles do you two own? I'm thinking I'll just use my jet pack maybe... Hmm or maybe not. We'll just have to arrange how you want to split the credits."

Mikjel looks over at Erica. "Good by you? After all, was you that brought up the wreck in the first place. Wouldn't be wholly fair to be jumping your idea and take it away."

Mikjel finishes his cigarette and grinds it out on the floor. Bartholemew laughs heartily, "Can't say I have the same reservations pal. But I can see your point."

Mikjel says, evenly, "Well, she's the one who knows who it was that knows where it is. So even though we're all sitting here, she's got the head start."

John shrugs, "So how are we going to split the take on the salvage?" he looks between all gathered seeing the plan formulating.

Erica takes a long drink from her beer as she thinks for a moment. "Well I'm not going to be able to do much of the actual salvaging work. My understanding of mechanics is pretty basic. So despite me know where it is about doesn't mean I can do much about it. So I'm fine with a finder fee or something." She says after her drink. She squeaks as she moves her little body quickly out of the way of a large borg as he trys to squeeze past.

Mikjel shrugs, finishing his improvised boilermaker. "I've got a truck, and I know how to kick things 'till they fall apart into nice re-usable pieces. Can probably fit 500 to a thousand kilos in there, if I let the bunnies go."

Bartholemew swigs his beer finishing it off and sliding it over the bar for a refill, giving the borg a quick once over. "Hell, I'm not here to take what's yours. Just joining in the current conversation. If yall can use an extra gun and pair of eyes, I'd be happy to offer them for a small cut, say 20 percent?"

John takes another drink thinking it over, "Well I have some mechanical skills but probably not enough to get as much as we could with someone with better mechanical skills, plus I can offer my gun and hovercycle, I'd say 30 percent." he looks around to Mikjel and Erica to try and judge reactions.

Erica finishes off her latest beer and sets it down on the bar. "Well 30 percent sounds fairly resonable. I'm not sure how much it's going to be worth though so who knows it might not be much. I'll let Mikjel judge all that." She shrugs her shoulders as she smiles at you all. "And more guns are always welcome."

Mikjel looks pensive for a moment. "Four folk walk into a bar at nine and a half. The eastbound is delayed because they start drinking. Two of 'em can haul, two of 'em can't. Three of 'em can search, one of 'em can't. Two... Three?" He looks over at Erica quizzically, "of 'em can shoot, one of 'em can't. I'd say that the most sense would be thirty to the haulers if it's all free and clear, twenty to the other two. If, on the other hand, someone decides to get all playful with their guns, then we call it an even four-way once we've defended the junk."

Bartholemew picks up his next beer and with a wink to Erica, "To answer your question about what kind of bike, it's formerly a coalition sky cycle donated by it's previous rider quite graciously." he snickers taking a long swig. "I up for fun mostly, sounds like a fair deal."

John looks around at everyone gathered and gives a smile, lifting his beer he says "Sounds fine to me. So when do we head out?"

Mikjel is sitting at the bar, holding a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and chatting with the other three.

Erica has an empty beer in front of her as she is talking with the other three. Her fingers tap out the beat of the song that is playing on the jukebox. Occasionaly she looks up at the vid screen to check out the game. "Well we can head out tomorrow. And yes I can handle a gun. That model of cycle can't haul much. I'll take my cycle it's got a bit of cargo space."

John stands at the bar with a bottle of beer, "I have the same type as Bart so I think we are still going to need Mikjels truck. Are we thinking to head out in the morning?"

Mikjel nods. "So two AFCs, one bike, one truck? Gives us room for what, a thousand kilos at best Not bad. At least we can strip the essentials out." He finishes off the bottle and places it on the bar. "Not like we were trying to drag it back in one piece anyway."

Bartholemew holds his beer his hand resting on his belt, "It may not have cargo space but it sure can pack a wallop when needed. I think it's 3 bikes and a truck. But if all is good we can go back for the rest after we bury it."

Walking into the shady tavern Xander makes his way up to the pool table. Some others are playing so he waits patiently, watching them play and guaging their skill as he orders a double shot of dark rum over ice.

Erica nods at Xander as she spots him walking in. She gives him a little wave in greeting. "Hello there Xander. How are you doing?" She squeaks out as she listens to half an ear to all the slavaging planning.

Mikjel nods, considering. "So, set out tomorrow at first light, radio back coordinates when you hit forty clicks from town, I'll head that way and turn when someone finds something. Easy enough. Until everything goes wrong. Which it won't."

John glances over to who Erica waves at then back to the conversation, "Sounds like a plan. Where do you all want to meet in the morning here?"

Bartholemew sips on his beer giving just a nod. His gaze drifts over to who Erica greets but returns to the trio after a brief glance.

Xander smirks and raises his glass to Erica with a nod. "I am well thanks. Just going to rob some young pool players of their credits. How are you? Got yourself a gaing of misfits there?" He asks, kidding with a critical look in his eye.

Erica flashes Xander a little grin as she nods her head. "Well men seem to follow me around, but it is nice having minions to do my bidding." She turns and gives the three men next to her a quick wink. "Everyone this is Xander. Xander this is Mikjel, John, and Bart." She gestures to each in turn as she introduces them. "Lets meet at the hanger up north. That is where my cycle it."

Mikjel nods. "Sounds good. The hangar up north. And where's that?" He beams, trying to take another drink before realising that his bottle is empty and starting to roll a cigarette instead. "Don't wanna be delaying you all while I drive around town knocking on every door that looks vaguely vehicular."

John finishes his beer and puts it on the bar motioning for another before turning to Erica for directions.

Bartholemew nods in agreement, "Makes sense." He gives Xander a brief nod in greeting holding up his beer a moment then taking a heavy swig. He chuckles at Mikjel, "Hell you can sleep in, it'll take us a bit to get moving and out forty clicks."

Xander chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Yes indeed, where would we be without our minions. Well feel free to join me up here when you are done with your scheming. If you wish to lose your credits to me at pool as well or just wish company. That goes to any of you." He invites openly before taking his drink and turning to challenge his way into the next pool game.

Erica keeps grinning and nods to Xander. "I will keep that in mind but I would rather not lose any credits." Turning to the other three she nods. "Well if you go north of the marketplace and then turn right and go east for a bit. You'll reach a garage. That's the place I mean."

Mikjel nods at Erica, then shrugs at Xander. "You're too late. This," he turns and gestures rudely at a video poker machine, "bastard already took me for fifty-nine. Don't think I'm gonna be playing any more games of chance tonight."

John gets his fresh beer taking a swig nodding, "Sounds good to me." then looking over to Xander, "Not tonight my friend maybe another time."

Bartholemew nods as Erica explains, "I know the place." finishing up his beer.

Xander shrugs, but doesn't look offended by the declinations as he starts playing against the other patrons.

Erica takes a couple credits out of her pocket and pays the bartender. "Well I better get to bed since we have to be up early. I'll meet you at the garage bright and early."

Mikjel nods easily. "Sounds good. I'll leave my truck radio tuned to 615. You know, just in case I end up sleeping in."

Bartholemew slides over a couple credits as well to the bartender and looks to John, "Well, I'm off, see ya at home. See the rest of you tomorrow."

Mikjel is sitting on top of an ATV, ready to go, first thing in the morning. Apparently he's forgotten to take down the sign on the side that reads, "Pets or Meat."

Erica walks to the landing strip dressed up in her Triax T-11 armor. The armor has been modified to fit her short and curvy body. The cyclops helmet is under one of her arms while a colation style laser rifle hangs off her other arm. The armor is colored a dark grey. and attached to the back is a jetback. Parked not far away is her hovercycle. She offers Mikjel a quick wave. "Morning there."

Bartholemew is just finishing up loading his gear up on his bike and shouldering his C12 rifle as the others arrive. His helmet rests upon the seat of the cycle. "Thought ya might not be coming doll. Good to see ya showed." he chuckles.

Mikjel is unarmoured and unarmed. He waves back, calling out "Salut! Lovely day for a drive in the country!"

John wears Bushman Full Composite body armor, and has a Northern Gun Particle Beam Rifle he is loading onto his bike. he nods to Erica, "Mornin."

Erica mounts up on her cycle as she lowers the helmet onto her head. "Well radio frequency 615 and follow me. I think I know where we are headed. Anyone need anything before we head out?" She fires up her hovercycle, and the large cycle starts hovering a couple feet above the ground.

Mikjel swings into the cab of his ATV. He shouts, before closing the door, "Right! Has everyone gone to the bathroom? All got juice boxes and a snack? Then let's start heading vaguely east!"

Bartholemew pops on his helmet buckling it down and mounts his ride and fires it up wetting his radio frequency to the agreed 615. "Let's do this thing."

John likewise puts on his helmet and starts up his bike, "Following you Erica."

Erica uses her internal gyrocompass to get her bearing as she starts moving to the east, following the bearings she was given by her friend in the bar. She starts up at a slow pace of 25 mph. She keeps checking with her gyrocompass as she weaves through the trees and further away from Kingsdale.

Mikjel bounces along behind, keeping up fairly easily at this slow pace, but expecting to be left behind in the near future. Bartholemew follows Erika keeping her pace and several meters to her port, keeping her in visual distance and keeping an eye on radar as they go.

John follows Erika next to bart on the starboard side.

Erica licks her lips quickly under her helmet as you all travel for a little while, almost two hours, weaving back and forth through the trees. Quickly enough though she finds the place she was told that the car came down. "Ok this is the area. Let's spread out and do a search of this area. The crashed car should be right around here somewhere." She turns off her cycle and lets it settle to the ground before she dismounts.

Mikjel hops out of the ATV, locking it behind him. He shoulders an antique-looking rifle and turns in a vague circle before pointing north. "Gonna trek thataway five clicks, then head back thisaway. Doesn't look like I'll be able to get my truck through here without some bushwhacking, so I'd rather start poking on foot than hacking through the bush in the hopes of finding something down the new-formed trail."

Bartholemew pulls up beside Erica's bike and landing and shutting down. Dismounting he grabs his rifle and makes it ready. "I guess we hoof it from here, eh doll?"

John follows landing in the clearing, getting off his bike he straps his rifle across his back, "Everything looked clear on radar but let stay close."

Erica nods her head making that strage cyclops helmet bob up and down. "Yep. I think the undergrowth is too dense here to effectively search by vehicle." She unslings her laser rifle and holds it expertly in both hands close to her shoulder. "I'm going to go to the east a bit to look around. Radio in if you find the crash site. And be careful."

Mikjel peers at John. "'Stay close?' This ain't a military operation. We're trying to find a crater in the bush. Best to search in different directions till we find something useful. An hour in, an hour back gives us five clicks, give or take a pube. And anyone don't come back, we know there's a problem thataway."

Bartholemew scans the area and looks for some high ground if any and then begins heading west to search. "I'll go this way. First one to find it buys dinner." he chuckles.

John nods heads north, "Sounds good I'll head north." he gets his rifle at the ready and starts off at a brisk walk

Mikjel pauses, peers at John's back, then turns an about-face and starts walking southward.

Erica giggles to herself as she starts picking her way through the undergrowth rather quickly. The powered exoskeleton making it easy for her to move through the dense trees and bushes. Not having to worry much about fatigue she leaps and bounds forward making good time as she scans the area using the telescopic magnification to zoom around. She hums softly, absently to herself not aware that it might be going over the radio to the others.

Mikjel wanders south for an hour, failing to find anything, before turning around and heading back in the direction of the landing site. He manages to move through the bush with long-practiced ease, nearly silent and thoroughly at home in these surroundings.

John makes his way through the thick underbrush looking for the wreck, if he sees high ground he will head for it to try to get a better view.

Erica keeps walking through the undergrowth doing a careful search. Spotting a downed tree she hurries over to it and cpots the destroyed wreck of a hovercar underneath it. Excited about finding it she activates her radio. "Hey I found it. It's to the east of our landing site about half a klick. It doesn't look like it is good shape at all. Not much left of it but hopefully we can get something. Want me to stay put so you can head my way?"

Mikjel radios back, as he approaches the landing site, "May as well stay put, since you know where you are. The rest of us can meet up at our starting point and then follow your trail out eastward." You hear a chuckle over the radio before he adds, "Well, it's the convenient plan for me, anyway. I can see my truck from here."

Bartholemew radios back, "Affirmative doll. We'll be there shortly." He begins trudging his way East through the forest back towards base. John radios, "Roger that heading that way." and he turns towards the east, marching through the underbrush.

"Don't call me doll." She radios as she takes a seat on the trunk. She detaches her helmet and sets it down on the ground next to her. Her lips turn up in a pleased smile as she sees a young dear scamper into the clearing. It stands still for a moment before running back out. She waits patiently for the others to arrive as she looks over the wreck with an inexpert eye.

Mikjel waits patiently, seated on the roof of his ATV. Half an hour passes, then an hour. "John, Bart? You're an hour overdue here. And I haven't heard any screaming, so I'm guessing that a mutant candiru ain't crawled into your armour to lay its eggs. So, are you all lost, or did you take a shortcut to meet up with Erica?"

John finally makes his way to the downed hovercar and Erica, "I just got here." he then moves around to take a better look at the damage and what might be salvageable.

Bartholemew chuckles, "Roger that Doll." answering the first comm. "Not lost, just taking in the view." with another chuckle. Soon enough he makes his way back to the clearing where they landed though he almost walked right by it if not for a bird making for the sky causing him to look in that direction.

Erica shakes her head slowly as she stands up. Nodding her head towards John she activates her radio again. "Well John is here. Why don't you try to move your atv closer. This wreck looks in pretty bad shape. I don't think we are going to be able to salvage much at all."

Mikjel takes a last look around from atop the ATV before sliding into the cab. "Ok. Looks like I can maneuver for a little bit at least before we need to start getting out and hauling brush out of the way." The engine starts with a low hum, and he begins driving vaguely east. "Shame there's no way I can follow you direct."

John radios, "Bring some tools with you when you come out so we can get inside this thing to see what all is worth taking." gives Erica a nod as he starts to peel some of the bigger loose stuff away to get a better look.

Erica nods to John as he starts working on the crash. She puts her helmet back on and starts clearing a path as best she can back to the vehicles. Her enhanced strength makes it fairly easy for her to do it quickly and soon she comes back to the landing site. "Alright come on this way and I'll show you the crash site." She waves to the atv as she works to help it move closer.

Bartholemew joins Mikjel following on foot letting the ATV take out most of the brush along the way. When it comes time to clear brush he moves in to clear the brush to allow the ATV to continue on.

Mikjel eventually manages to end up in the lovely situation of having undergrowth on three sides and a deadfall straight ahead. The radio crackles with a brief burst of profanity before he hops out of the cab, wearing heavy elbow-length gloves and carrying a 30-centimetre knife. There is a high-pitched hum as he begins to use the blade to cut the fallen tree into manageable chunks.

John continues his look over the wreck clearing things here and there and really just giving it a once over.

Bartholemew joins in helping move the debris as Mikjel cuts it. It is apparent that physical labor is something he is accustomed to.

Erica helps move large chunks of the tree to the side. The powered exoskeleton in the armor making it much easier for her to move large heavy deadwood. She hums happily to herself as she works and soon with all of them together they manage to help the ATV move on ahead.

Mikjel finishes sawing the tree apart with the knife, flicks a stud on the guard to shut it off again, and hops back in the ATV, now following Erica back to the crash site. "Oh good. None of you all ended up stirring up a nest of candiru. Looks like we're all fine and clear to start slinging junk, then?"

John looks over as the ATV pulls up, "There really is alot of damage here. I did see a few things that might be worth something though."

Bartholemew trudges along behind to the wreck, "What did ya find?" taking his own look of the wreck.

Erica readies her rifle as she starts walking around the perimeter of the crash site letting those that know more about salvaging to work on the actual crash. She keeps her attention outwards looking for any creature that might sneak up on them, but so far all has been quiet as she patrols around.

John starts pointing out things he thinks might be worth salvaging but looking to Mikjel to see what he thinks.

Bartholemew joins in the patrol, he knows nothing of mechanics. He finds himself a spot where he can see the wreck but off enough to perhaps be missed by anything coming in. He keeps alert and attentive for anything unusual.

Mikjel walks over to the downed hovercar, circling it twice, a set of wrenches in one hand, blade in the other. He stops to kick it a few times, then shears off the crumpled boot and bonnet, glancing inside. "Engine's damaged. Nothing in the trunk. No rims. Guess we're going for scrap, then. John, wanna start stripping the electronics while I take the engine apart?" John says, "Sounds good to me." taking some wrenches and tools he heads for one of the hoverjets.

Bartholemew radios from his overlooking position, "You said the vehicle was shot down? Maybe it was carrying contraband, chop it up and something might fall out."

Erica keeps walking around making sure that nothing can sneak up on them. She squeaks as a bush shakes and swings her rifle over to point at it but only a squirel runs out. She giggles softly to herself and shakes her head as she watches the men dismantle the wreck.

Mikjel begins separating the engine from the rest of the car. When bolts are stuck, he tries swearing at them. When swearing at them doesn't budge them, or crumpled metal from the crash covers them, he's quick to activate the vibroblade and slice through metal. Before long, the engine and hovercar are no longer attached to each other. He asks, "Erica, could you lift that into the truck, please?" before heading to the ATV and hauling out 6 cages containing shivering rabbits. He releases the rabbits at the forest edge and collapses the cages.

Erica walks over to the big chunks of machinery and metal. She takes a hold of them and lifts them up with out much trouble. Her armor does most of the work as she moves slavage back and forth from the wreck to the ATV. She gives the rabbits a little wave as the bound of into the forest. She keeps humming to herself as she quickly does the labor suffering little fatigue. Quickly the slavage is loaded up into the ATV.

John finishes taking out what is left of all the hoverjets before moving to the inside of the hovercar and digging into the consoles taking all the electronics figuring on sorting it all out later. after which he starts tearing apart the interior looing for hidden compartments or contraband.

Bartholemew holds his position to guard the work, keeping attentive though all seems quiet so far.

Mikjel helps tear the hovercar apart. Before long, it's been disassembled to sheet metal and a pile of salvageable parts. "Nope. I don't see any contraband. Think if there was any, either the people in the car or the people who shot it down took it." He shrugs and starts hauling electronics to the ATV.

Erica shrugs her shoulders as she finishes loading up the atv with the heavy parts. "Well it hopefully will be worth something. Lets head back and after you take a look at everything we can hopefully make a couple credits off of it." She says as she starts heading back up the trail to her hoverbike. She moves quickly through the cleared path.

John makes his way to the ATV with odds and ends before looking around, "Wow I think that was the easiest job I have ever done. Lets get back to town and see what we ended up with."

Mikjel hops into the ATV and starts following Erica at a walking pace. "Well, not great, not awful and so far no one's started shooting at us. I think the good far outweighs the bad this time around.

Bartholemew gives one last look around before falling back in line to basecamp and the bikes. "Easy is good bro. The easier the better."

Erica gets back on to her bike as you all reach the landing site. Starting it up it starts to hover over the ground. "Well we are pretty close to Kingsdale. I doubt we would face any serious problems here." She radios as she takes the lead heading back to town. They are able to make better time and quickly reach the landing strip with little problem. "Alright well get back to me when you know if any of that junk will sell for anything." John follows along jumping on his bike, "Hard part is over just a smooth ride home left."

Mikjel lags far behind the three of you, as he has to navigate around obstacles that you easily go over. "Ok. I'll shop this stuff around tomorrow if you want. I should be easy enough to find. My truck is parked in the trailer park behind Moe's. Can check a couple garages, see if they do hovercars, pawn the junk there."

Bartholemew jumps on his ride firing it up and follows along with the others back home. "We can hook up at Moe's tomorrow night. If you have any trouble I can ask around as well."

Mikjel adds, over the radio, "Sounds good. I should know by then whether I'm able to sell this on my own or not."[[Category:Logs 106]