Ion Age 28. Lithic Assumption 4

…INQUIRY

…Access location Stamp from recovered Black box

…LITHIC ASSUMPTION SPACE.PLANET FATE

…run Holo log

Ensign Castr pulled himself up toward the exit hatch that gaped open several metres above him while all around The Redsea Wanderer burned.

The Exploration ship Redsea Wanderer had been hit by debris in low orbit and was forced down onto the rocky surface of the new planet. With the main engines offline to avoid total destruction, the ship had dropped on antigravs before they too had overloaded and the final distance had been like a falling tower.

Clear of the wreckage, Ensign Castr looked around as the ship's security forces took control and assessed the situation.

"Can you shoot?" one of the armored figures approached and questioned him, thrusting a Moth Automatic Rifle into his arms.

Shaking away the smoke from his thoughts Castr looked down at the rifle and then to the trooper

"Do you need a medic?" the trooper responded to the silence and look of confusion on Castr's face, pulling back the weapon.

"Yes. I mean sorry. No Medic but I can shoot" Castr's head cleared as habit took over

"Fire Team Alpha, 72nd Platoon, Redsea Eastern Militia. Retired." Castr reached over and took the rifle, the cold metal triggering old patterns and a wash of memories from a former life.

"Good" said the Trooper, noticing the Ensigns new focus and change in his stance. 

"Welcome back to the line"

A quick catch up on my Lithic Assumption forces.

With the theme around the survivors of a crashed exploration ship, I wanted to add some civilian survivors. The majority of these would be armed, military service is compulsory within the Lithic Assumption. but I wanted a change in appearance and uniform. The Cold Climate Militia was perfect with small change, filing away their fur hats to make a Shako and fulfilled my idea of a crewman.

Ensign Castr

Lithic Assumption ExSec forces.

Four more Muster troops and another crewman left to paint..