Ultra stretched his legs again, nowhere near as weary as after the previous leg of the journey, un-tarping the flat bed to get access to their kit and supplies. He deploys the drone, commanding it to perform a patrol route 1km square around their current position and slaving it's sensor suite to his image link for his perusal. He grabs the tents from the flat bed and begins setting them out in a logical order on reasonably flat ground, using the car's headlights as a boost to the failing evening night. Grabbing his flashlight out of the truck for close up work, he addressed the gathered team:
Doesn't take much rock for the signal to drop off. Depending on how deep we go, we'd lose connection to the drone and wouldn't know what it is reporting in the first place, let alone the latency of us having to get all the way out of the mine and back to camp to deal with whatever is reports. its unarmed too and has no autosofts so it can't exactly fend anyone off. I bought it as an extra set of eyes and early warning system.
It's fine, I'll stay topside and look after the vehicles. I'll get the tents up while we still have a fragment of daylight to work with too.
Keep in touch though, we'll probably need to daisy-chain RFID tags every 50m if you're going deep. {He slings his bag of rfids to Hunter} Switch those to broadcast mode and they'll extend a mesh network down the shaft, giving us at least a basic line of communications.
If you pass me the RFID key for the nomad, I'll spin both vehicles around in case we need to make a hasty exit.
Ultra checks his pistol's firing action and loads a clip of APDS, hoping to hell he wouldn't need to use it, holstering it while he sets to putting up the tents.
