Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aaaaaaaagh_sky) wrote2018-06-27 03:21 pm
aaaaaaaagh_sky) wrote2018-06-27 03:21 pm
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The prevailing winds on Spectacle Island were consistent enough that the stench of racks and racks of drying mirelurk meat- and drying sea centaur meat- and drying GIANT MIRELURK OF BEHEMOTH SIZE meat- was largely confined to their immediate vicinity. The encampment they'd thrown together was by and large upwind. That was a small mercy- a very small one. Ellen was glad of her power armor's ability to filter the air, but she'd have to get out of it sometime.
Even that wouldn't have been so bad, except-
"Sorry, Paladin," called Knight Conklin from further up the island's half-visible solitary road. "Between our sweep and the bots, we've covered this whole land mass. There's no structures here more sophisticated than a wooden shack. Looks like there were farmers here a while back, but either the lurks killed them or raiders did. Nobody's made anything of this place in years."
Ellen sighed. "So the boat's still our best base of operations."
"Afraid so, ma'am." Conklin was as armored as Ellen, but still contrived to look marginally cheerful. "At least the Scribes'll be happy. There's a barge full of sealed Vault-Tec supply crates that ran aground on the northeast shore. We took out the mirelurks that'd been nesting in the vicinity, so they're free to start documenting everything on board."
"Thank you, Conklin," Ellen said. "That's something, at least. But unless those crates have prefabricated construction units in them, we're going to need to keep scouting. This place isn't suitable for our needs at all."
"You don't have to tell me twice, ma'am."
"Go get Jerald and the others and have them get their kit together. You and Kang will be escorting them to the barge," Ellen said. "But have Scribe Pabodie and Livesey meet me back at the boat. There's some visible structure on the shoreline that I'd like to have a robot scout out before we risk our necks with a second landing."
Even that wouldn't have been so bad, except-
"Sorry, Paladin," called Knight Conklin from further up the island's half-visible solitary road. "Between our sweep and the bots, we've covered this whole land mass. There's no structures here more sophisticated than a wooden shack. Looks like there were farmers here a while back, but either the lurks killed them or raiders did. Nobody's made anything of this place in years."
Ellen sighed. "So the boat's still our best base of operations."
"Afraid so, ma'am." Conklin was as armored as Ellen, but still contrived to look marginally cheerful. "At least the Scribes'll be happy. There's a barge full of sealed Vault-Tec supply crates that ran aground on the northeast shore. We took out the mirelurks that'd been nesting in the vicinity, so they're free to start documenting everything on board."
"Thank you, Conklin," Ellen said. "That's something, at least. But unless those crates have prefabricated construction units in them, we're going to need to keep scouting. This place isn't suitable for our needs at all."
"You don't have to tell me twice, ma'am."
"Go get Jerald and the others and have them get their kit together. You and Kang will be escorting them to the barge," Ellen said. "But have Scribe Pabodie and Livesey meet me back at the boat. There's some visible structure on the shoreline that I'd like to have a robot scout out before we risk our necks with a second landing."