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One to their left about 50 yards off in the fence line was a short stocky concrete building with a smaller guard shack setup next to it and an inner fence around that shack. Showing a more secure point of entry. The second building to their right about 20 yards off inside the fence line was a wooden/metal construction rectangular in shape with a few slotted windows with bars over it. The third was directly ahead of them by another 40 yards L shaped, though this was a metal/concrete construction and showed signs of boarding up some time ago.

On all the buildings assorted ‘keep out’ signs were in the alien language and English. A warning plate sign in front of them read the following in the dual languages. ‘Entry absolutely forbidden from all scientific and engineering personnel of of B-11 security level or lower. B-12 or higher security level clearance required for entry. If you do not have such entry leave now or face justical punishment by law and security forces on base site.’ Interestingly the sign of a Terran dog greyhound with a star shooting out around it was present. The words in Terran Latin of all things read ‘Fast, Reliable, and To The Stars!’.

GM CockRoach

Once the last person was through the fence, Baumann twisted the single strand of the chain-link he had cut back in, re-securing the fence and making it appear undisturbed. Looking around, he eyed the three structures and then pointed to the L-shaped building. “That one. It’s the most secure against the elements. But before we go, we should check the other buildings. Kenneth, would you please check that building?” he said to the Helmsman and he pointed to the wood and metal building. “See if there are any supplies we can use. I will check over there.” and he pointed to the shorter concrete building with the guard shack. “The rest of you, take shelter on the outside of the main building. When we get back, we will try to see if we can get inside.” and he nodded once and moved to the building.

Baumann, Intel

Heading to the concrete and guard shack Baumann found it boarded up by metal sheets and welded into place around doors and windows. A large heavy metal shack door was on the guard shack. A small handle and control pad off to the right still showing a small blinking red light that power was being fed to it from somewhere.

Kenneth nodded slightly and helped Ry’an sit down near the fence before he began creeping towards the gestured to building. He quietly searched for a door or other opening, pulling out a flashlight once he was far enough away from the group.

Fleet, Helm

Approaching the wood and metal building Kenneth found a boarded up window or a boarded up door as possible entry points. The boarding would need to be pulled off but nails seemed the only thing stopping him, nothing a bit of elbow grease and strength wouldn’t solve.

Kenneth didn’t waste much time, checking to see if he was within sight of the others before grabbing onto a plank that looked like it had seen better days and giving it a good tug to test its strength. He pulled out an old engineering tool and used the laser cutter to quickly snip around the stiffer nails.

Fleet, Helm

Pulling off the boards was easy enough with the laser cutter’s assistance. Dropping the boards the one door to the side creeped open with the extra support, almost beckoning him inside.

GM CockRoach