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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 20:17:24 GMT -8
Despite the low light of the hallways & the concealing nature of his clothing, Mig looked rather grim for a long silent moment.
-Mig
They want to kill my boys. Down to the last one. I will stop them, whatever it takes.
The grimness passes as Mig lets out a heavy sigh.
-Mig
I would rather them work all together. I don't really have a clan to call my own, but it does me good to see all these clans working together at the Palace. I've seen them come together as little, weak clans, but when they started working together they managed things not even the major clans could. Mostly, I just wish the other clans would understand that it is better to work together than fight over scraps.
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Post by Nartaga on May 3, 2017 20:54:34 GMT -8
Nartaga was taken aback for several moments at Mig's words. What he sensed from the Jawa at that moment he could only describe as intense hatred. The Tusken bowed his head in apology for upsetting the Jawa, but raised it as the moment seemed to have passed, as if it had not even happened? Had he imagined it, was it a vision, or a test the Jawa had given him? If it was he feared he may have failed.
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"We have similar mindsets when it comes to the leadership of our people. We have been separated by infighting far too long. It is time we work together, for the betterment of all. It's something we've worked for decades towards ourselves. Looking at what your clan has accomplished in so little time I have to admit I am ashamed that we have not done more ourselves. I will be honest in acknowledging your people's obvious technical superiority and expertise, while many Tuskens still cling to older ways of ritual suicide and raiding to take what they want..."
Nartaga felt the shame like it was large stone in his stomach, not shame for his people, but for the inability of his clan to be able to accomplish as much as he had wanted. Shame of his leadership. At the rate things were going, Nartaga did not believe he would live to see the better world he hoped he was helping to create. Still he had to continue, if not for him then for his people, no matter how hard it was, or how little hope there was. As long as there was some chance, that would have to be enough.
Kar'Orzh had followed the Jawas to one of the generators to look it over. The massive beast of machinery had seen better days, but was mostly intact, at least upon his first look. There were no signs of rust that he could see, upon closer inspection the Tusken Engineer was slightly more worried. The older Tusken ran his fingers along a wide crack across the metal shielding around the generator. If they tried to start it up now they would be killed by the radiation that would leak through. The engineer took out a datapad and began creating a list of repairs that would need to happen before anyone could even attempt to safely bring the generator back to life.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 21:15:06 GMT -8
Mig nods, at the tusken. He doubted how much of it was being better at tech. In truth they had two immense boosts that had helped them out in the form of the outsider starships. True, the Docs were working on being able to build more of the advanced parts & systems that they had gained. But so far the copies were not nearly as effective.
-Mig
I'm sure if I ask around I can get one of the Docs to help y'all out. I will freely admit most of our best stuff is salvaged.
The next door was pried open & the next warboy slipped inside. His startled gasp put everyone on edge, but under exclamations the door was quickly opened the rest of the way. The room beyond was huge. It was plenty large enough to park every war rig in the clan, with plenty of room left over to pile up the roughrider mounts. On top of that, the room was nearly half as tall as it was wide. Along the outer wall, a number of rips had pierced the hull, creating a rippled dune of sand than at some points nearly reached the ceiling. The entire pile seems to be shifting, but a better look with additional lights showed it was a horde of gizka feasting on small sand worms. Periodically, the sand would ripple & a large worm would swallow a mouthful of gizka.
-Mig
Well, now we know what the gizka are eating.
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Post by Nartaga on May 3, 2017 21:38:07 GMT -8
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"We salvage much of what we have and make use of it as well, but I saw your sandcrawlers on the surface. Your people have a gift, and the talent to make good use of it."
As the most recent hatch was opened Nartaga's fist clenched around his gaderffii preparing to fight again when he heard the Jawa gasp, but was soon relieved when the door was opened all the way. Nartaga watched with interest as an abridged circle of life happened inside. Nartaga, having momentarily let his guard down raised it again and began repeating chants in his mind.
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"We should clear it out and get the holes patched up. This room could be a useful supply waystation for repairs to the rest of the ship. A lot easier than transporting everything from where we came in."
The R'Crurak Sentries took out their cycler rifles and gaderffii, waiting for the order to begin clearing the room of the beasts, aching for another fight to make up for the last one.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 22:17:56 GMT -8
Mig shrugs.
-Mig
Trying to clear out gizka is like trying to move the desert. There is always more of them to move. Best thing to do, I think, is patch the holes from the top down, pushing the sand to the middle as we go down. We can kill off the bigger ones as we get the chance, but the main thing would be make sure no more can get in.
With the holes closed off the gizka would quickly eat through the remaining worms. With no more small ones, the gizka would either wonder off to other sites or get eaten by the bigger worms remaining. With the gizka gone, the bigger worms would either starve or be forced out of the sand to hunt, making them easier targets. The only down side would be the need to bring in a few of the smaller mounts to work from. The only safe way to the top would be by flying after all.
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Post by Nartaga on May 4, 2017 8:02:46 GMT -8
Nartaga looked to his Sentries who were itching for a chance to get revenge on the beasts within the ship. Nartaga weighed the options, but could not justify fighting.
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"We would not be able to seal the breaches by ourselves, so we could end up being overrun. I do not think it is worth the risk. Best to take care of it when we are able to keep more of the beasts from coming in."
Several Sentries groaned at their Councilor's decision but respected the decision. The most experienced and older Sentries understood the decision, knowing the burden of deciding when to send warriors into battle and weighing the risks with the outcomes. Nartaga looked to Mig.
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"How much more of the ship do we have left to clear?"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 8:23:26 GMT -8
-Mig
This is one of the things we are trying to get all patched up before we start the real work, so it will need to be dealt with soon though. We will have to wheel in a pair of mounts though to deal with it. If we are planning on moving on, we should leave a few here to make sure nothing decides to leave the room.
Mig waved over a warboy nearby. One that seemed to be getting updates from runners periodically. Looking over the latest reports on the datapad Mig did some quick figures.
-Mig
Most of the groups are focusing on the rear sections, They seem to be about halfway down there & making good progress. The forward areas are simpler as they are mostly empty, but we have a lot fewer boys up here. From this I would guess we have cleared maybe a fifth of the ship. Our search net is loose enough though, things could slip up into the cleared areas. Until we have all the hull holes patched & have power again, we won't be able to do a solid sweep.
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Post by Nartaga on May 4, 2017 18:20:28 GMT -8
Nartaga slung his gaderffii onto his back and secured it into the sling strapped around his body, tightening it a bit. Nartaga waved over six Sentries and presented them to Mig for approval.
-Nartaga- in Tusken-
"I can have a few of my Sentries guard this room while we continue on. If the creatures inside get a little too restless or something happens they relay back at our shuttle and we send reinforcements to beat down anything that decided to be impatient for its death."
It was a very simple plan, but Nartaga felt it would work well. While he still wanted to go ahead and clear the large room there was no point in doing so if more worms and gizka could appear later. If Mig agreed with him and approved the plan Nartaga would give the Sentries strict orders not to engage any of the creatures or attract attention, and to retreat back to where they came down to the ship and get a larger force.
Kar'Orzh scratched his head as he looked over the list of repairs he had come up with. The Jawas that the R'Crurak had brought with them, as well as the Jawas of the Sand Lightning clan, were already hard at work taking down old pipes that were broken or bent from the impact. Kar'Orzh had sent word back to their shuttle to send over the forges he had brought with them so they could begin repairing the ones they could.
Soon the cold interior of the room was filled with the red fiery glow of the forge as the Tusken and Jawa smiths began toiling away to work the metal to their will. Kar'Orzh stopped a Sand Lightning Jawa that was walking by, speaking to him about the cracked generator shielding. The Jawa shrugged and said it was already being taken of, and for the Tusken not the worry.
Next Kar'Orzh checked the reading on a primitive gauge for the coolant system. He tapped the glass several times but the dial was not reading anything. Kar'Orzh sighed and followed the line that led from the gauge to the coolant tank, climbing up and tried to open the tank from the top, but it would not budge. He waved over to several Tuskens and Jawas for them to help him turn the large circular locking wheel that was jammed. After a few moments a small group of Tuskens and Jawas were crammed close together trying to turn the wheel, using their hands and crowbars.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 18:52:40 GMT -8
-Mig
Sounds like a good plan. Once they get the power running again, we should be able to use our comms again.
With that settled, the group prepared to move on.
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As the group was trying to open up the hatch, a warboy rushed up to them chattering quickly. Between his accent & excitement it was difficult at first to understand him, but he quickly made it clear that opening the hatch would be a very bad idea. Once he was sure he had their attention, he pointed out that on a ship this size the coolants used were extremely dangerous. In fact, the hatch the group had been trying to open was the other side of an airlock seal, the engineering side of which was still wide open. Guiding everyone out of the airlock, a quick search turned up a number of Hazard suits. Two of which were still in good enough condition to use. Unfortunately, they were far too large for the jawas.
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Post by Nartaga on May 4, 2017 19:37:47 GMT -8
The Tuskens took up guard next to the door, which had been closed slightly more than halfway so they could keep an eye on things inside. The rest of the group departed and continued clearing rooms and marking the doors with the markings the Sand Lightning clan used. Soon things were running like clockwork. Every now and again they would come across a room that was home to one of the creatures that had decided to inhabit the buried vessel. After several rooms had been cleared Nartaga spoke to Mig again, asking more questions.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"So when does the excavation begin to unearth the ship?"
It was something Nartaga was sure would be an even larger undertaking than clearing the ship and repairing it. The shaft they had flown down had seemed very deep.
The group stopped trying to open the hatch. Kar'Orzh's face burned with embarrassment at his mistake which could have killed everyone in the generator room. He was the chief R'Crurak Engineer but did not know the coolant was toxic enough to kill anyone not protected. Even in his old age he still had much to learn about ships. As a few of the Tuskens played sand, water, wind several times to decide who would put on the hazard suits, Kar'Orzh looked them over to make sure they were not damaged or ripped anywhere. Satisfied with his inspection the elder Tusken slowly put on one of the suits after removing his gaderffii, gear, and several layers of clothing without revealing his skin. It was still a bit of a tight fit, and his movement was slightly stiffened by all the layers of clothing inside the suite but he walked over to the inside of the hatch, soon joined by the loser of the Tusken's game. The outer airlock door was closed in front of them, and the pair of Tuskens found the internal hatch much easier to open with the outer door closed, some kind of safety mechanism must have kept them from opening it. As the Tuskens entered they quickly started to look over the coolant system.
Kar'Orzh checked the coolant levels, happy to find they were surprisingly high, probably due to the ship not having been on its flight very long before crashing. Overall there was not much wrong with the coolant system save for some piping that were leaking coolant that had been sitting inside them for hundreds of years. After several trips back and forth that was fixed.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 22:25:42 GMT -8
Mig actually stopped to consider the question. It wasn't one that had occurred to him before.
-Mig
I'm not sure. I imagine one of the Docs is working on the problem. Of course we have to make sure the ship is sound & make repairs before that is an issue.
Of course, even if they couldn't get it out, the ship would still make one incredible jawa fortress.
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The Sand Lightning jawas didn't know nearly as much about spacecraft as the R'Crurak clan, but they had lost a few warboys already from exposure to some of the smaller leaks & drips of various substances that remained. It had been enough to impress on all the warboys not to mess with anything until it had been checked over by the more experienced roughriders or, for the most complex systems, one of the nearby Docs. Once the coolant system had been checked, a roughrider quickly stepped up with a list of other tasks that needed assistance. Most of them involved checking secondary fluid feeds of various types, something the jawas couldn't deal with because of their size. However, several of the issues were systems that were beyond even the understanding of the Docs on hand.
They had not even begun to check over the engines. Except to disconnect all the feeds leading from the reactor they were trying to get running & the engine it powered. In time that would be the biggest project as each of the massive engines was nearly six hundred meters long & nearly half that tall. For the moment, search crews were just making sure nothing dangerous was lurking around. Of course the area they were working on was impressive enough in its own right. The area was labeled 'Reactor 4' according to the signs on the walls. The reactor itself was a sphere nearly a hundred meters across. Wrapped around that sphere was a rat's nest of conduits, access corridors, technical chambers, control rooms & override stations. Inside the reactor itself, work teams were already pulling up the damaged shielding panels. Heavy as they were, the carts were doing most of the work. The real rush was getting the damaged plates removed & carted up to the hanger before the replacements from the Palace arrived.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 16:52:04 GMT -8
The two war rigs, one belonging to Doc Brown & one the new one of the DD clan, landed well to the outskirts of the collection of craft gathered in the dune sea. They were far enough away from the shaft that it wasn't visible past the other gathered vehicles. The trip had gone smoothly enough. Crews with AirTIE mounts were already waiting to begin the unloading as soon as the two craft set down. While they went about that, Doc Brown wandered off to find Tikk again. While they had been given free roam of the Palace, any wandering jawas here would find their way quickly blocked by roughriders not far from their craft.
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Post by Nartaga on May 5, 2017 18:54:17 GMT -8
Nartaga thought of any way he could how they could make digging the ship up from the sands. He had nowhere near the expertise to know the mechanics of unearthing a ship this deep, at least not using conventional methods. Then again, when had he ever used conventional methods?
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"Well if we had the lifespans of the Suns we could simply wait until the sands blew away and revealed the ship to the sky once more...but I doubt they would allow any new immortals to take up residence on their planet..."
Nartaga tilted his head from side to side, letting the thought mull around as if it was a real possibility. The Tusken walked a few feet away from Mig before turning around, an idea sparking in his head.
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"I could always bring some of our Shamans here. You've seen some of our Shaman Sentries in the fight with the first worm. We could lift it out. It wouldn't be easy, but the R'Crurak love a challenge."
The R'Crurak's Jawas poured over the systems giving them the most trouble. They had helped the R'Crurak get their ships in working order in the past, and were excited to prove their worth again. After several arguments broke out over whether one of the computer terminals was for controlling the gravity in the reactor room or making tea, the Jawas knew they had to start over. They needed power and they needed it now. After bickering with several of the Sand Lightning Jawas, the outcome very nearly being a fight, the arrangements were finally made. A TIE engine, or at least what was probably a TIE engine, was brought down from the surface from one of Sand Lightning's ships to be used as a power source.
It wasn't as effective as powering up the reactor and turning everything on, but that not being an option the repair crew was satisfied. Using the TIE's engine as a power source, both Jawa and Tusken began turning on terminals one at a time and combing through any information that survived the crash. Anything that had to do with ship schematics and ship systems were transferred to datapads and copies sent out to anyone who needed them.
Kar'Orzh looked over the list given to him and flipped through and reread it several times, looking around through the hazard suit's visor for where he need to go before moving to the first item on his list.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 19:11:29 GMT -8
At this point he wasn't sure how the ship would get out of the ground, only that he trusted the Docs to figure something out. Still any help was useful.
-Mig
I don't see how magic can move that much sand, but I will pass the offer along to whoever ends up with the task.
Mig tried to image how many it would take to lift the ship. It had taken three to stop the worm, it would take armies of armies to lift something as massive as this leviathan. It was starting to get somewhat late. It would take days or possibly even weeks just to scout out the craft. Let alone the massive job of repairs.
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Post by Nartaga on May 6, 2017 19:06:40 GMT -8
Nartaga thought about the numbers needed to unearth the ship. It would be hard but if they asked for help from all of their allied clans, they may be able to get enough Shamans to help them. The Tusken wondered if the Elder would volunteer, but soon came back o reality, refocusing his attention to Mig and the present.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Magic is not something you can see how it works. Otherwise it would not be magic."
Nartaga ended the sentence with a light chuckle. The Councilor turned to continue on their mission of clearing the ship but stopped for a moment when he did not hear the familiar footfalls of Mig. Nartaga turned and caught the Jawa in a train of thought, probably trying to figure out the same thing he had tried to.
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"It is not something to worry about now, but for the future. We are here to support your clansmen in any way you need, I was merely letting you know we would try. If you thought bringing you a Krayt Dragon would somehow help you in lifting the ship, we would. It is a long road to trust but I promise you we will do our best to earn it."
Nartaga walked back over to Mig and extended his hand out to the Jawa.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 19:47:22 GMT -8
Reaching out, Mig grasped the much larger being by the forearm. True enough, that was looking too far in the future & ignoring the present.
-Mig
Not sure how a dragon would help, but it would make a hell of a story. It is getting late. Let's hold up here until the sensors are up.
True enough, it wasn't long before a team of warboys came wandering in their direction leading a small train of carts filled with portable sensor globes. They were placing the bulbous globes at every doorway, regardless of whether it led to an empty room or another hallway. They would have to be recharged every few days, but they would keep an eye out for the larger pests & had the side benefit of chain relaying comm calls. For the moment, the progress of the sensors was limited as they were being sent out as quickly as the small forge in the Silver could make them. Already a pair of war rigs had been sent back to the palace to load up on components, as the stocks on the Silver were getting extremely low.
-Mig
Shall we call it a night & fall back to the command pod?
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Post by Nartaga on May 7, 2017 18:02:50 GMT -8
Nartaga lowered his head in feigned disappointment.
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"A shame, it has been too long since my last hunt. Being Councilor does not exactly give one much time to enjoy the pleasures of one's past."
Nartaga lifted his head and chuckled again at his own little joke. He moved aside to allow the multitude of carts to continue on their way. The Tusken watched the Sand Lightning Jawas set up the senors at every hatch, trying to count how many there were to get a feel for how many rooms they had cleared today. He nodded to himself, satisfied with the number.
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"A small break from the action for a few hours would be nice. Hopefully our clansmen were able to prepare the worm we killed earlier. It will be nice to enjoy a warm meal with friends."
Nartaga paused for a moment, feeling out with his mind to try and feel out the ship, just the ship, to get an idea of how much was left. He rethought his satisfaction from earlier.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"I can have more of my Tuskens move out into parties to scout and clear the ship, rotating them every few hours to report what they've seen and rest. We still have much to do."
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 21:40:18 GMT -8
They began to make their way back toward the command pod. Though that term was underwhelming compared to the size bridge area. If it was shorn off & set in on a rock somewhere, it would be large enough to house half of the SL or more.
-Mig
Better plan, wait until we have a load of sensors. Load them down & send them out. When they run out of sensors they head back.
When they reached the command pod, they found teams hard at work disconnecting the various conduits & lines that connected it to the main body. With the power still out, the lifts that would usually be running to & from the command pod were still silent. Luckily, someone had decided to include stairs in the design. a hundred vertical meters of regular sized stairs was still nothing to sneeze at for an older jawa. Most of the younger SL jawas pulled well ahead of lagging Mig. When they arrived at the hanger, they found plates waiting for them. Several large fires still burned out on the floor of the shaft as ever more of the meat was cured. The Silver had suffered greatly in the time since the work began. No long was it three hulls fused into a single whole. The two GR45 hulls had both been striped completely away, raw material for the repairs underway. So many heavy conduits snaked their way into what was left of the ship that it looked like someone had physically tied it to the deck.
Halfway through the meal, there was a shuddering roar from the Silver, for a few moment, nothing happened except the continued strain of the engines. Then, with a flicker, the lights in the hanger came on. There was a cheer from the SL jawas in the hanger as the engines of the Silver settled down into an idle. Until at least one of the massive ship's reactors could be powered up, the Silver would have to continue running to provide power to the command pod.
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Post by Nartaga on May 8, 2017 14:47:10 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded in agreement to Mig's suggestion. He was unsure what the sensors were supposed to be picking up, but whatever they were meant for was more than likely important, at least to the Sand Lightning clan. That meant that it was the R'Crurak's clan to help out, just as Nartaga had said, in any way they needed. As they climbed the stairs Nartaga slowed himself to keep pace with Mig, staying right behind the older Jawa as they ascended up to the command pod.
After they had settled down with their food, Nartaga watched in silence as the Silver's engines roared to life, bringing light to part of the ship. Nartaga and the R'Crurak Tuskens and Jawas joined in the cheers. Nartaga raised a small cup of water to Mig in toast for the accomplishment.
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"I would call that a good omen, even if it is not the ship's own power."
Kar'Orzh sat down next to Nartaga and Mig, a plate of the dune worm meat in his hand. The Tusken engineer's robes were covered in grease and oil very nearly from top to bottom. Several parts of his clothing was also singed from the heat of the forges he had moved to the generator room, as well as the welding of plates and pipes into place.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"Soon it will be, if we can get one of the generators active again. Once we get the new shielding on the generator it shouldn't be too much work to get it ready for a test. My team is rotating out for a few hours to help pick out parts and saw the food, hope you don't mind an old man taking a break."
Nartaga smiled beneath his mask at the Tusken Engineer. He turned back to Mig.
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"Jawas and Tuskens working together, and making good progress as well. Our ancestors must be rolling over in their graves. Not to mention what the Outsiders will do once they see this beast in the sky."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 15:24:50 GMT -8
-Mig
I'm hoping for fewer graves & more soiled pants. If y'all want to follow me, I want to see what we have actually done so far.
Gathering up his still loaded plate, Mig headed toward the front of the command pod. Nearly halfway down the length of the pod, he stopped at a turbolift bank. Sure enough, with the restored power, the lifts were once again working. The ride to the top of the ship was much easier than climbing the great many flights of stairs would have been. There they stopped at the bridge, it was surprisingly roomy. Judging from the layout though, it was more intended for a few people to more from station to station however than a large seated crew. The massive bank of view windows were surprisingly intact. Several smaller sand worms could be seen moving away into the packed sand beyond, away from the new bright source of light. A few moments later however, & Mig had led them into a fairly large chamber nearby. Inside was a large set of holo-projectors. It was the ship, Every hall & room picked out, every group adding new sensors to the map, every gizka that wandered the halls. A number of warboys were standing in various parts of the hologram, sending directions to the scouting parties to lead them right to the blank spots in the map.
-Mig
Ah, this is what I was looking for. Every red dot is something alive. The groups are scouting parties. the singles & scatters aren't. They can tell how big something is, but not what. So we can't tell the smaller worms from gizka. But we will know instantly if one of the big ones wanders up in the cleared areas.
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