Underworld, Zyronis
Douklan's plasma projector whined with exertion as it discharged its deadly payload, the magnetic field containing the plasma erupting in brilliant arcs of energy.
With each blast, Douklan poured all of his focus and determination into neutralizing the nanites that had infected the fallen monster. The seconds stretched into minutes as he continued to fire, the weapon's power source steadily dwindling with each successive shot.
As the last of the type-A battery was depleted, Douklan finally lowered his weapon, a sense of grim satisfaction washing over him. The creature once formidable form reduced to little more than smoldering slag and burned flesh.
He quickly got another battery from the shuttle and was ready to go.
The original crew map was not to scale. But Hank had an idea and enough knowledge and programming skills to pull it off. His fingers danced across the keyboard of his dataslab, his eyes focused intently on the holographic map displayed before him. With each keystroke, lines began to form, creating a grid that overlaid the intricate network of tunnels and pathways snaking through the lower levels of the ecumenopolis. Each line marking a distance of one mile. With this new addition, they would be able to measure travel distances more accurately than ever before.
Rolls
Hank Heron: Program DC6 - (3d6h2+2)
(221) + 2 = 6
Hank Heron: Know (Geography) DC6 - (2d6+2)
(55) + 2 = 12
Time spent (minutes) - (1d4)
(3) = 3