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With everyone prepared in the older style clothes. In a bit more the errant sensor on the shuttle pod was also soon replaced and verified as working. They were as ready as they would be .

GM CockRoach

Blackwell, now comfortably seated, stroked his now shorter moustache wistfully “This sounds like it will be quite the adventure” He said to no one in particular.

NE Blackwell

OOC: Moving this ahead and retitling!

With everyone loaded and the pod door shut, the bay door opened and the pod dropped from the Bonnie. With a smooth glide it soon entered the blue-green toned world below buffeting through the atmosphere without much problem. The NE Bings at the pilot station spoke, “..We’re clearing the cloud cover shortly, we’ll be able to put down literally right next to the landing site of the shuttle if you want on the plateau, otherwise the only other clearing is about a kilometer and a half off near the northern edge of this same plateau. You would need to trek through some thick brush and small tree forests..” He said.

Further commenting came in then as scans cleared up, “..Local temperature is about 60 Degrees, 5-8mph winds from the northeast. The local wild life seems varied between local pack hunters, and smaller to mid-sized game…” As he spoke the pod was coming closer to the plateau and as if to drive home his report on the local life a quite large bug about the size of a baseball or so smacked into the front shield of the pod leaving a gooey green mush behind. “..Urgh..” Bings said, “..Yeah there’s also a sizable bug population it seems in flight..” he reported. “..Local terrain is full of various minerals that are giving off a low level interference on scans and safe transporter functioning. Expect hand scanners range to be reduced to 10 or so yards, anything beyond 20 is probably going to be junk for use.” He finished up hovering the pod above and to the south of the plateau now about 300 feet up in the air. “..So far no signs of human life, but again readings are murky. So where do you want me to land?” he inquired.

GM CockRoach