Apr 12, 2024 11:41 pm
Trade Era 1235, Day 163
Solaris, Zyronis atmosphere
As the Solaris breached the planet's atmosphere near the equator, close to the Forbidden Regions, a sense of foreboding settled over the crew. The towering skyscrapers of Zyronis rose like monolithic tombstones, casting long shadows over the landscape below. The once-bustling metropolis in this area now lay silent and still, empty and with its buildings crumbling with age.
Nevertheless, Jil expertly maneuvered the shuttle through the narrow passages between the towering structures, her eyes scanning the darkened skyscrapers for any signs of danger. The crew remained vigilant, their senses alert for any hint of movement amidst the shadows.
Soon, her sharp eyes caught sight of the ventilation and ascension tunnels - a gaping maw ahead, a dark abyss yawning open like the maw of some ancient beast. She eased the Solaris towards the edge, the shuttle hovering at the precipice as the crew peered into the depths below.
Hank's jaw tightened as he surveyed the chasm, a sense of foreboding settling over him. This was the point of no return, the threshold between the familiar world above and the perilous depths of the lower levels. Either way, the Solaris edged forward, inching closer to the yawning abyss as the darkness enveloped them. As they descended further into the darkness, the walls of the chasm seemed to close in around them, the weight of the earth pressing down upon the shuttle like a suffocating blanket. Everything was abandoned long ago. The air grew colder, the silence broken only by the steady hum of the Solaris's engines. Each minute felt like an eternity as they descended into the unknown depths.
Finally, the shuttle landed with a soft thud, and a collective sigh of relief escaped the crew as they realized they had reached their destination. The air was breathable and Jil gave the thumbs up for the crew to exit the shuttle.
Trade Era 1235, Day 163. 10:08 UTC
Underworld, Near the Forbidden Regions, Zyronis
Outside, the darkness stretched out before them, broken only by their own flashlights and the shuttle's headlights. Erin's eyes narrowed as she surveyed their surroundings, her gaze falling upon another shuttle parked nearby, powered down and seemingly abandoned. Its hull was scuffed and battered.
"There," Erin cautioned, pointing towards the shuttle. "It's probably from the salvage team. Stay alert".
As the crew approached the abandoned shuttle, a sudden loud bang reverberated through the cavernous expanse, causing them to freeze in their tracks. Hank's grip tightened on his weapon as he spun around, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
The source of the noise became apparent as the battered doors of the abandoned shuttle rattled and shook, as if something massive were attempting to break free from within. Peter, Erin, Mercer, Corbin, and Douklan instinctively raised their weapons, their eyes trained on the trembling doors. James just observed, making no sounds.
Solaris, Zyronis atmosphere
As the Solaris breached the planet's atmosphere near the equator, close to the Forbidden Regions, a sense of foreboding settled over the crew. The towering skyscrapers of Zyronis rose like monolithic tombstones, casting long shadows over the landscape below. The once-bustling metropolis in this area now lay silent and still, empty and with its buildings crumbling with age.
Nevertheless, Jil expertly maneuvered the shuttle through the narrow passages between the towering structures, her eyes scanning the darkened skyscrapers for any signs of danger. The crew remained vigilant, their senses alert for any hint of movement amidst the shadows.
Soon, her sharp eyes caught sight of the ventilation and ascension tunnels - a gaping maw ahead, a dark abyss yawning open like the maw of some ancient beast. She eased the Solaris towards the edge, the shuttle hovering at the precipice as the crew peered into the depths below.
Hank's jaw tightened as he surveyed the chasm, a sense of foreboding settling over him. This was the point of no return, the threshold between the familiar world above and the perilous depths of the lower levels. Either way, the Solaris edged forward, inching closer to the yawning abyss as the darkness enveloped them. As they descended further into the darkness, the walls of the chasm seemed to close in around them, the weight of the earth pressing down upon the shuttle like a suffocating blanket. Everything was abandoned long ago. The air grew colder, the silence broken only by the steady hum of the Solaris's engines. Each minute felt like an eternity as they descended into the unknown depths.
Finally, the shuttle landed with a soft thud, and a collective sigh of relief escaped the crew as they realized they had reached their destination. The air was breathable and Jil gave the thumbs up for the crew to exit the shuttle.
Trade Era 1235, Day 163. 10:08 UTC
Underworld, Near the Forbidden Regions, Zyronis
Outside, the darkness stretched out before them, broken only by their own flashlights and the shuttle's headlights. Erin's eyes narrowed as she surveyed their surroundings, her gaze falling upon another shuttle parked nearby, powered down and seemingly abandoned. Its hull was scuffed and battered.
"There," Erin cautioned, pointing towards the shuttle. "It's probably from the salvage team. Stay alert".
As the crew approached the abandoned shuttle, a sudden loud bang reverberated through the cavernous expanse, causing them to freeze in their tracks. Hank's grip tightened on his weapon as he spun around, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
The source of the noise became apparent as the battered doors of the abandoned shuttle rattled and shook, as if something massive were attempting to break free from within. Peter, Erin, Mercer, Corbin, and Douklan instinctively raised their weapons, their eyes trained on the trembling doors. James just observed, making no sounds.
OOC:
What do you do?Rolls
Time of landing - (1d12+6, 1d60-1)
1d12+6 : (4) + 6 = 10
1d60-1 : (9) - 1 = 8
or like the Halo Hardlight shield. Pavices are large shields.
