05-07-2017, 08:47 AM
Departing from their scavenging of the power source of the frozen creature, the primes moved on. Kopaka ascended a drift of snow, scanning out over the frozen, white landscape. His magnified vision, and a clear direction to look, let the Toa zero in on signs of activity, and the source of the signal on their radar. A small camp, from the looks of it, carved into the side of a huge bank of snow and ice. Right out in the middle of nowhere, unobtrusive, and if you didn't know right it was, you'd never find it out in all this white. Hidden without even being hidden.
Coming and going from it were a number of individuals. All dressed to ward off the cold, and of all manner of shapes and sizes, myriad races among their ranks. But they all bore two unifying characteristics: their equipment was all the same shade of purple, and bore the emblem for Nebula, branded across the back. And each and every one of them was ready for battle, armed with some means of weaponry, or things which could be used as weapons.
The true extent of their numbers was hard to tell, as they made many trips in and out of their 'hidden' base-structure, taking cargo and items off of a vehicle outside, and loading on more cargo. The items being loaded had a soft, faint glow to them, almost lost among the swirling snow. Darkchips.
Coming and going from it were a number of individuals. All dressed to ward off the cold, and of all manner of shapes and sizes, myriad races among their ranks. But they all bore two unifying characteristics: their equipment was all the same shade of purple, and bore the emblem for Nebula, branded across the back. And each and every one of them was ready for battle, armed with some means of weaponry, or things which could be used as weapons.
The true extent of their numbers was hard to tell, as they made many trips in and out of their 'hidden' base-structure, taking cargo and items off of a vehicle outside, and loading on more cargo. The items being loaded had a soft, faint glow to them, almost lost among the swirling snow. Darkchips.
Quote:Moving right along. You have six days and no word limit this time. Deal with the outpost as you see fit.