Apr 22, 2024 12:29 pm
Trade Era 1235, Day 163. 10:29 UTC
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.
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.
OOC:
Peter, Mercer, and Hank can walk, unencumbered, at a pace of 3 miles per hour, Douklan at 4 miles per hour, and Corbin at 5 miles per hour. This is without a skill check and without significant effort. All of you can hustle for up to double that speed with an Exert check. DC will depend on how fast you wanna go.
OOC:
Ignore the 5 ft scale at the bottom of the image. Each square is 1 mileRolls
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