[1-3] The Nose

[The Vision]

As Okor once more gave command to the three other volunteers, the Vision registered signs of hostility between the undead soldier and another figure. Scans for information remained largely inconclusive, besides basic information like her name. Her heat signature was not unlike those of the other pyrokinetics Vision had encountered.

These were two clearly powerful creatures. Hostility between the two would elicit negative results.

> intercept

The Vision stepped towards the infested carcass that was now leading the +/- 12 other survivors.

"Declarative: approximately 93.3% of the aircraft's personnel and passengers are still missing," the Vision noted in his singsong mechanical voice. He turned to meet Okor's masked gaze. "But the safety of those near us, especially the injured, is equally important. I recommend that our first course of action is establishing a base of operations. Afterwards, we should send search parties to recover said individuals."

The Vision quickly scanned the environment, getting a rough image of the island. With his programming compromised, it was difficult to get a sound analysis.

> point_of_impact = convert(most_recent_scan.png, img->objectsofInterest)
> filter(point_of_impact) medical_supplies.txt, shelter.txt
None found

"Unable to find previous existing structures or supplies in our direct vicinity," the android reported, "However, my scanners are currently compromised. Ergo, my calculations may have errors. Further investigation may reveal additional insight."

Vision turned.

“There is a small hill 40 meters away which overlooks the wreckage which surrounds us. According to my calculations, only a small section of the plane was found with us. With the present data concerning the concussion-induced contour of the arboreal life forms, I would hypothesize that-”

Okor interrupted, “Only a part of the plane is here.”

“Precisely,” Vision smiled.

Okor seemed to pause for a minute. As his head turned, the Vision detected several bone fractures and massive internal injuries. However, such injuries permeated through the soldier’s entire body, and Okor himself did not seem to mind.

“Primes aren’t easy to kill. A mere crash wouldn’t take them out of… commission, and I wouldn’t put it past Syntech to armour this vessel. There’s other survivors.”

The Vision nodded. “It may be in our best interest to regroup with these survivors.”

“Perhaps,” Okor thoughtfully grumbled, phlegm muffling his every word, “But for now, we should establish a base of operations. Thank you for the intel, Vision.”

The Vision nodded and returned to welding small chunks of metal.