Dergin Skellig
Dominant
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2006
- Posts
- 434
- Location
- Regina, Saskatchewan... regina rhymes with [censor
- Society
- The Chosen Few
(Previous episode: https://www.planetcalypsoforum.com/...79509-Waking-up-after-five-years-of-CryoSleep )
After waking up from a long CryoSleep and feeling disoriented, lost, and confused in a changed new world, Reynard was starting to get a grip on his situation and surroundings. He had packed away his earlier mining mistake and retreated from the area of his destroyed CryoPod. He was glad he didn’t run into whatever had clawed its way through the pod’s housing, but he still wasn’t going to take any chances. After running as long as he possibly could, and then running some more, he stopped in a lush valley filled with trees and tall grass. He knew he could get some cover here, and maybe even some rest. Weird as it seemed to be resting after being in CryoSleep for five years, he was exhausted.
Feeling somewhat safe nestled in the tall grass under the shade of a large tree, Reynard started trying to figure out his new control system. He now knew where the mining finder and extractor controls were located, but there remained a host of other necessary functions that he no longer knew how to operate. After some time acquainting himself with the controls, and nearly accidentally teleporting himself to Lootius-only-knows-where, he felt he had a better understanding of his system defenses and offensive capabilities. He reached for his laser pistol and set it to low-pulse so he could start a nice warm fire (and maybe even sleep for a couple hours) when he heard rustling in the nearby brush.
He stopped everything. Froze. What could it be?
Thoughts ran through his head like a flooded river. Atrox Prowler? Araneatrox? Hogglo? He knew these were ridiculous ideas, as the brush couldn’t conceal something of that size, and a Hogglo would definitely make a lot more noise. No, this had to be something that wasn’t aware of his presence yet, but if it came any closer and it would smell him. He felt pretty ripe after five years without a proper shower. Reflexively he took a quick sniff of himself, “Sheesh, I don’t stink at all. Maybe I’m noseblind to it.” Meanwhile he set his pistol back to maximum burn and checked the reload settings. Looks good…*PEW* his gun went off! “I guess the gun loads automatically now,” he thought wistfully as he wondered where the beast went.
He didn’t have to think very long as a low rumbling came from his right side. He turned and saw the grass rippling towards him rapidly. He pulled out his pistol and started blasting towards to the ripples, backing up slowly as he did so. The beast slowed down and reared its head back to charge as his shots stuck home. Armax! It looked to be a large bull Armax! He was glad he had his gun, and that he had figured out how to operate his First Aid Pack. He continued firing rounds into the angry Armax as it charged him with its thick, plated skull. He remembered to shoot the neck where the plates overlapped, as there was a soft area there which was susceptible to damage. As he looked closer in the dim, fading light, he noticed there was a rifle stuck in the skull-plate, probably the rifle of a hapless hunter who this beast took unawares. As he finished the Armax bull, he checked the corpse quickly and the on-board notification blared loudly in his ear, amplified by the now-quiet field around him. He wrestled the rifle free from the bull’s horns and inspected it, and was pleasantly surprised how valuable it looked.
He put the rifle in his pack and started back to his camp when an aggressive Molisk suddenly rushed out of the grass beside him, critically hitting his harness plate, denting it badly. It must have been drawn by his tussle with the Armax. He blasted it a few times and dispatched it quickly, hoping for a couple teeth at least. He remembered those teeth being somewhat valuable. Horns blasted in his head again as his notification system told him he had once again found something of value. Lot of ammo here, and some shrapnel I could probably jury-rig into serviceable ammunition. Great! Now to figure out how to turn down the volume on this damn thing.
He decided this copse was crowded enough and looked to the distance towards a glow on the horizon. He figured it was probably an outpost or maybe he would even be lucky enough to find a town. Keeping his pistol ready, he gathered his belongings and started walking.
After waking up from a long CryoSleep and feeling disoriented, lost, and confused in a changed new world, Reynard was starting to get a grip on his situation and surroundings. He had packed away his earlier mining mistake and retreated from the area of his destroyed CryoPod. He was glad he didn’t run into whatever had clawed its way through the pod’s housing, but he still wasn’t going to take any chances. After running as long as he possibly could, and then running some more, he stopped in a lush valley filled with trees and tall grass. He knew he could get some cover here, and maybe even some rest. Weird as it seemed to be resting after being in CryoSleep for five years, he was exhausted.
Feeling somewhat safe nestled in the tall grass under the shade of a large tree, Reynard started trying to figure out his new control system. He now knew where the mining finder and extractor controls were located, but there remained a host of other necessary functions that he no longer knew how to operate. After some time acquainting himself with the controls, and nearly accidentally teleporting himself to Lootius-only-knows-where, he felt he had a better understanding of his system defenses and offensive capabilities. He reached for his laser pistol and set it to low-pulse so he could start a nice warm fire (and maybe even sleep for a couple hours) when he heard rustling in the nearby brush.
He stopped everything. Froze. What could it be?
Thoughts ran through his head like a flooded river. Atrox Prowler? Araneatrox? Hogglo? He knew these were ridiculous ideas, as the brush couldn’t conceal something of that size, and a Hogglo would definitely make a lot more noise. No, this had to be something that wasn’t aware of his presence yet, but if it came any closer and it would smell him. He felt pretty ripe after five years without a proper shower. Reflexively he took a quick sniff of himself, “Sheesh, I don’t stink at all. Maybe I’m noseblind to it.” Meanwhile he set his pistol back to maximum burn and checked the reload settings. Looks good…*PEW* his gun went off! “I guess the gun loads automatically now,” he thought wistfully as he wondered where the beast went.
He didn’t have to think very long as a low rumbling came from his right side. He turned and saw the grass rippling towards him rapidly. He pulled out his pistol and started blasting towards to the ripples, backing up slowly as he did so. The beast slowed down and reared its head back to charge as his shots stuck home. Armax! It looked to be a large bull Armax! He was glad he had his gun, and that he had figured out how to operate his First Aid Pack. He continued firing rounds into the angry Armax as it charged him with its thick, plated skull. He remembered to shoot the neck where the plates overlapped, as there was a soft area there which was susceptible to damage. As he looked closer in the dim, fading light, he noticed there was a rifle stuck in the skull-plate, probably the rifle of a hapless hunter who this beast took unawares. As he finished the Armax bull, he checked the corpse quickly and the on-board notification blared loudly in his ear, amplified by the now-quiet field around him. He wrestled the rifle free from the bull’s horns and inspected it, and was pleasantly surprised how valuable it looked.
He put the rifle in his pack and started back to his camp when an aggressive Molisk suddenly rushed out of the grass beside him, critically hitting his harness plate, denting it badly. It must have been drawn by his tussle with the Armax. He blasted it a few times and dispatched it quickly, hoping for a couple teeth at least. He remembered those teeth being somewhat valuable. Horns blasted in his head again as his notification system told him he had once again found something of value. Lot of ammo here, and some shrapnel I could probably jury-rig into serviceable ammunition. Great! Now to figure out how to turn down the volume on this damn thing.
He decided this copse was crowded enough and looked to the distance towards a glow on the horizon. He figured it was probably an outpost or maybe he would even be lucky enough to find a town. Keeping his pistol ready, he gathered his belongings and started walking.
