Set a course for Home!

Now that Rue and company were safely back to the camp built around the crash site, a small group gathered climbing and mining gear so they could head back down into the tunnels to get more of that interesting ore. The longer IronAngel looked at it, the more he was sure it was what they…

Marco! Polo! … Shovel?

Commander Rue.Tylar led Hedgymama and the other handful of cadets with them around the cave system, finding no apparent way out. However, they had found a ton of an odd ore-like material that Rue had put in her bag for safekeeping and to test later. “All right cadets, keep looking for a way out while…

Lots of coffee and headaches

Captain WitchyRobyn rubbed her temples again. Either the cadets were doing something stupid, or it was just a normal headache; she couldn’t tell the difference anymore. “Coffee?” Commander Kistoway asked, offering a steaming cup. Witchy frowned, but didn’t turn down the free caffeine. “What do we know about this asteroid?” she asked, sipping the coffee—ooh,…

Of ribbeting rain and drops

There was a lot of muffled noises, everything from soft cursing to banging on metal. Captain IronAngel had been trying to use his powers off and on. So far, they were having decent luck, though it didn’t always go so smoothly. Commander Rue.Tyler was offering advice every now and then but the two of them…

The temple of… Do you hear ringing?

While the other ships had divided their crews to form teams for material or information gathering, the Vikings had gone off on their next adventure. (There had been some muttering about them getting into trouble again but they had just pretended not to hear.) Of course they had also volunteered for the most dangerous of…

It always comes in threes.

While most of the crew remained with the Vikings and the dinos, Captains IronAngel and Elyndra went back to the ships with a handful of cadets to survey the damage on the MLS H. Viking. IronAngel had seen many wreckages in his time, but this had to be up there with some of the worst…

First meetings always end in fire and doom, right?

“What are they doing?” The question echoed throughout the crews of the three ships as they watched the Viking commanders act out some chaotic version of what Captain WitchyRobyn could only assume was a failed re-enactment of their ship crashing. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to take deep breaths to stop the sudden…