Calamity burst into the office. "Their locator is transmitting again!"
Marcus set down the latest caravan report. Calamity wasn't the excitable type so this must be pretty important. "Whose locator?"
"The Eastbound expedition"
"What?!" They hadn't had any contact with those scouts for over two months now, and it was presumed lost with all personnel.
"Communications reports that the locator on Orsons Satellite Uplink came back on a few minutes ago."
Now that was more than just an excuse to dodge paperwork! They hurried to the comm center, the comm tech on duty was a youngish human Marcus didn't recognize.
"... I repeat, this is Jacobstown control calling Eastbound one, please respond, over!"
The slightly-cracked video screen flickered to life, showing the scarred(with a with a couple of new but well healed ones Marcus thought) face.
"Rodger Jacobstown, we copy. Are you receiving? Over."
Marcus picked the techs chair up, with the tech still in it, to one side and pulled up a sturdier one for himself.
"Status report"
"A little banged-up but alive sir. We, ah, had a little misunderstanding with some locals and the uplink got damaged. The issue has been cleared up and we've been guests here while they helped us put it back together."
"Where exactly is 'here', and who are you with?"
"Well 'here' is on a hill near our hosts HQ, which is some sort of old bunker. 'Who' is... well, see for yourself, their leader would like to speak to you."
The view swiveled to show a pale slightly withered face Marcus hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hello old friend" Said Goris the albino Deathclaw...
Marcus set down the latest caravan report. Calamity wasn't the excitable type so this must be pretty important. "Whose locator?"
"The Eastbound expedition"
"What?!" They hadn't had any contact with those scouts for over two months now, and it was presumed lost with all personnel.
"Communications reports that the locator on Orsons Satellite Uplink came back on a few minutes ago."
Now that was more than just an excuse to dodge paperwork! They hurried to the comm center, the comm tech on duty was a youngish human Marcus didn't recognize.
"... I repeat, this is Jacobstown control calling Eastbound one, please respond, over!"
The slightly-cracked video screen flickered to life, showing the scarred(with a with a couple of new but well healed ones Marcus thought) face.
"Rodger Jacobstown, we copy. Are you receiving? Over."
Marcus picked the techs chair up, with the tech still in it, to one side and pulled up a sturdier one for himself.
"Status report"
"A little banged-up but alive sir. We, ah, had a little misunderstanding with some locals and the uplink got damaged. The issue has been cleared up and we've been guests here while they helped us put it back together."
"Where exactly is 'here', and who are you with?"
"Well 'here' is on a hill near our hosts HQ, which is some sort of old bunker. 'Who' is... well, see for yourself, their leader would like to speak to you."
The view swiveled to show a pale slightly withered face Marcus hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hello old friend" Said Goris the albino Deathclaw...