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Planet Designation: Forcellia Status: Terrestrial, H-class. Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna. Semi-Sentient Life: Yes. Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens. Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface. Climate: Earth-like Landscape: Varied. Air: Normoxic concentration. Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch) Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover. Sun: A class G2V, yellow star. Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous. Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.

Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.

The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.

In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.

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Soren scowled as he surveyed the area. Dark, dreary, and --

"I see punctuality is not one of their virtues."

But at least they were on land. He was not terribly impressed with space. (SPAAAAAAACE!)

"Patience."

Alendian peered through the red eyes of her helmet, the display inside marking off areas and looking for any signs of life. "Waiting is simply a phase of existence."

"Man, this place is moded," Punchy grouses, popping out of the shuttle and standing at the edge of the group, as far away from Soren as he can get while still staying part of the conversation. He rolls his eyes at Alendian and her fortune cookie-ism, too.

"What's a Scepter, anyway? That some sort of cup or something?"

Shoutarou moved toward the middle of the group, hands on his hips as he glances around. Real inviting place, this.

Punchy's question gets an answer out of him, though. "It's like a wand, but...fancier. Heavier."

Outside. Wakka was outside of that flying machina shoopuf for the first time. He didn't care that they were on some humid rock (actually, humid rocks were sort of his homeland; this place was great).

He had no idea who most of these people were. But he didn't care. Because he was outside. He hugged his blitzball with glee.

"Ya, scepter's like a fancy rod-thing," Wakka explained. "Like goes with a crown."

Ellyn just looked around and gave a grunt, itching at the back of one hand. Full of mist. Ugh. She hoped it wouldn't keep up all night, or she'd be more irritable than she was normally.

"Nice place. Love what they've done with it."

Ronnae wasn't all too fazed, this was another mission, and one that had already started looking like her first venture into the Outlands. So she was already on alert as she moved down the ramp, armored up in her usual black and dark red regalia, sporting one of her many enhancement goggles atop her head.

She didn't draw her two massive weapons yet as she surveyed the area before nodding at Ellyn, "It isn't too bad. Maybe they are jus' late. The place doesn't seem to friendly to begin with, they might have encountered unfriendly company along the way."

Sakura had been spat out by GLaDOS and immediately put on mission.

Man, this felt just like home, if home had had a semi-psychotic computer running her through pointless tests in the name of science to keep her soul from taking leave and joining the greater intergalactic energy pool (or something).

"I prefer the optimistic possibility," she said, nodding to Ronnae. "But just in case they're all dead and we're possibly heading into a trap or any other generally unknown situation because the ship once again failed to give us complete mission information, what's the plan?"

Soren frowned; he'd never actually been on a mission before (well, not counting Lirath). "Ah, so we regularly operate on missing intelligence. And here I was thinking this time must be a unique occurrence. If they are dead, however, there is little we can do but attempt to locate another who might apprise us of the situation."

"Of course. Do we have any maps for settlements on this planet?" She looked over the area with a frown. "We're a war effort fought on missing intelligence. Is it really that surprising you see it on the small scale too?"

And she didn't even know two licks about Lirath yet. Or the Daligig coming onboard, and what could be learned from them.

Drat you, GLaDOS!

"I suppose small excursions like this one are slightly more pleasant than the big war from not long ago... But I generally distrust smaller missions such as these, they have a potential to be more shady than large scale ones."

She moved to the group and surveyed the area, keeping alert to the surroundings.

"Jus' keep on the lookout. The last thing we want is an ambush."

"Not that I was made aware of," said Soren of the possibility of a map. "Though I was under the impression that vital information is not missing so much as withheld for nebulous reasons."

He cast his gaze about in the mist, picking up a spear that had apparently been left on the ground. "If our welcoming party did leave, they did so with some haste."

"Um..." Caro is a little nervous, this being her first mission, but she is used to gathering lost artifacts. "Maybe something happened to them."

Fried is up above, trying to see what he can see, but he can't get very high in this sealed form. "Maybe I should take Fried up to look for them?"

Soren gave Fried a dubious look. "If you feel it will speed our task, by all means."

He wasn't crazy about dragons.

Caro notices the look, but just smiles anyway. They're all here to work together, right?

"He would draw a lot of attention to us, one the other hand. But it's an idea we could use for a last resort.

"I wonder what happened here." She's just thinking aloud, finding the silence a little creepy. "I'll bet there's some clue if we look around."

Soren sighed, then looked around. There were traces of a campfire nearby that looked recent enough -- perhaps used in the past day or two. So clearly the area wasn't entirely abandoned.

And he thought he saw something else, too... a large shadowy object nearby, partially obscured by the mist. He walked toward it without hesitation; if it was dangerous, he was confident he could defend himself.

"Ah --" Caro almost stops him as he marches over, but she doesn't want to stop on any toes. So instead she just follows, trying to make as many observations as possible.

"Seems like they left on their own -- or ran away. Nothing looks damaged."

Soren frowned. "If they were supposed to meet us here and are not, that suggests the latter. Provided, of course, that our vessel delivered us to the right place."

Now he was coming up on the object and... it was made of a splintery wooden frame, bolted firmly down to the ground. There was a harpoon of some sort attached to it, the bolt easily as long as a person.

"A ballista," he said, recognizing it instantly. What, did they have a problem with marauding pegasus knights here?

There were several more similar contraptions scattered around the area, too, aimed in the same general direction.

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