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Futuristic VANA [ Atticus ]

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VANA [ ATTICUS ]​
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  • RESOURCES
    • (3) Spools of 3D Printer filament
    • (5) 34hr Battery Packs
    • (1) Solar-Powered Generator
    • (1) Disaster Tent Kit
    RATIONS


    TOOLS
    • (1) Compass
    • (1) Universal Wand
    • (1) Flare Gun
    • (1) Hand-Cranked Generator
    • (1) Alloy machete
    WEAPONS
    • (1) Alloy machete
    AMMUNITION


    PRECIOUS CARGO
    • (1) Ebreian Syli Chip
    • (3 liters) "Vial of Dire Sour"
    • (1 kilogram) "Vacuum Mud"
    • (5 kilograms) Unprocessed "Galactic Cookie Dough"
    • (1/2 kilogram) Strozeorika Spice
    • (10) Pill Bottles of Fluotasol
    MATERIALS
    • (2) Scrap
    • (16) Wood
    MISCELLANEOUS
    • (3.7 grams) "X-Bud"
    • (1) Smoking Pipe
    • (2) Tuscan Tusk
    • (?kg) Tuscan Organs

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Atticus O'Reilly. It rings a bell. You know what else rings? Your ears. The smell of rocket fuel and smoke fill your nose. Your EPS's mask is cracked. Atmosphere on this planet must be breathable. Natural, like your home's. You look around and spot your pistol. You grab it and pull back the slide, a bullet in the chamber. You check the magazine, full. You get up and your leg hurts.

"You've sprained your knee. Issuing nanobots to repair your wounds at once" says the AI programmed to your EPS. "Estimated time to full recovery is... four hours fifty-two minutes, twelve seconds" Music to your ears.

You walk around and assess the damages caused to your ship. On the way, you bust open a locker and find your PDW and a few boxes of 9mm and .30 Carbine. Your two crew members are dead. You loot them and find some survival tools and other resources. After awhile of rummaging through the ruins of your ship, you've made a list of resources and systems that are still online. Then you walk outside. Green vegetation surrounds you. Where's their vegetation, there's are consumers. And where there's consumers, there's predators. Your instincts kick in. Survive.
 
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Atticus takes a deep breath and continues to soak in what is around him. This environment almost looks like the ones that he is used to; but several of the plants seem alien to him. Continuing to look around him, he decides that it would be smartest to, first of all, try and get an idea of what is around him. He goes in the direction that is directly forward from the door of his ship that he exited out of, with his machete sheathed, pistol holstered and his PDW in both hands out in front of him. He moves silently, and quickly, his lips pulled into a constant grimace as he scans his surroundings. Atticus looked for anything that could be considered a landmark, anything that seemed to be something that he may be able to hunt, any materials that seemed useful, and any hostiles that he could clear out. It seemed that he was going to have to remain near his ship for a while, with no long journeys being necessary at the moment; that was what the Disaster Tent Kit was going to be useful for, though, he figured. Because of his planning that he was going to stay by the ship for the time being, he wanted to get the jump on any enemies in the area before they got the jump on him. He also wouldn’t mind coming across something friendly, but he figured that wasn’t the highest in probability at the moment. His injured leg burned, but he pushed on; he couldn’t afford to sit on his ass for five hours while it healed. If he was going to survive on this planet, he was going to have to not be a gigantic fucking pussy and persist through the pain. He dared something to jump out at him as he began to explore; his finger was on the goddamn trigger, and it wasn’t coming off of it unless he was dead or out of ammo. He kept his eye out for anything that was noteworthy.
 
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As you explore the perimeter around your ship, you spot a large boulder with moss all around it and mark this as a landmark to detect where your ship is located. During your parade around the perimeter, you spot a bunch of brown objects in the ground. You decided to pull one out of the ground. Other than this, you only heard some whistling and something that resembled birdsong echoing between the towering trees.

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Before having left the large boulder with moss all around it, Atticus both collected a sample of the moss and used his compass to note which direction the boulder is in from his ship.

After doing these two things, Atticus continued, and came across the brown things in the ground. After having picked one up, he decided to put it in his pack, it being another sample that he planned to somehow try and research.

In the aftermath of his hearing of the “birds” in the trees, Atticus decides to investigate further. He had yet to find locomotive life on this planet during his scout around the perimeter, and these birds could be a potential prey, if they weren’t small enough to be destroyed by his bullets. He kept his eyes to the trees, moving through them slowly, scanning for any movement; he wanted to find one of these birds, or something else. He didn’t feel that the discovery of the boulder and the brown thing in the ground was enough to warrant him going back to his ship yet.

Atticus was eager for more knowledge about his new environment.
 
The boulder is bearing 27, north, from your crashed ship.

You move slowly through the brush, eyeing the treetops and ground. On fallen trees, bioluminescent lichen glows arrays of colors, illuminating the forest ground beneath the dense foliage. You continue to hear the birdsong but you've yet to find any life. On the ground, you step on branches that snap in half and trample flowers beneath your boot.
 
Atticus continues looking, now beginning to question whether or not he was actually hearing the bird song that he thought that he was hearing. If there was no life in sight, how could he be hearing it? Was he going mad already?

Atticus made sure he remembered the boulder’s location, and continued to stray away from it. He was confident in his ability to find his way back to the ship. Continuing to trot through the woods, he took one of his water bottles out of his pack and took a long couple of swigs, wanting to stay hydrated out here. It didn’t feel too hot, but he didn’t want to take any risks. His stomach grumbling, he decided that he was going to eat soon; but not yet.

Not until he found SOMETHING that would tell him that he wasn’t alone in this seemingly habitable planet; well, save for the two corpses back home.
 
Bushes and leaves rumbled around and above you, leaves falling on your head at times. You continue to push through the forest, the birdsong and whistling has begun to die down as you stray further and further away from your ship. Nothing new has shown up yet.
 
“Ugh...Fuck this,” Atticus curses under his breath after a few more minutes of searching. He figured that he was going to be spending the foreseeable future on this planet, and if there is anything living here, then he is bound to see it without purposefully searching for it; he had better ways to spend his time. It wasn’t worth possibly getting lost.

Atticus takes a few short moments to search for a patch of the glowing lichen, and he cuts free a sample of it with his machete, putting it in his pack along with the brown thing and the other sample of moss. He didn’t know if the ship’s AI had any analysis capabilities anymore, or really if it had any to begin with; he hadn’t really gotten to know the thing, having acquired it shortly before the crash onto Vana.

After taking his sample and deciding to give up the search, Atticus begins to retrace his footsteps toward his ship. He keeps an eye out for the boulder which was back in the direction he had come from, which he would then use in order to find the correct direction to go toward his ship.

All the while, he kept his weapon ready; he wasn’t going to get caught off-guard. His eyes darted quickly around him, turning around to check his back every once in a while in order to make sure he wasn’t getting followed.

Despite his being armed, he was still very afraid of the fact that he had suddenly been catapulted into a world that he knew nothing about. Even more afraid of the possibility of dying out here; it crossed his mind, what if he didn't find any food? The rations he had on board wouldn’t last forever.
 
You return to your ship and assign your AI to analyze the each of the organic matter you collected.

[ VEGETATION FROM THE GROUND ]
"This matter is high in liquid water content. Lining the shell is a material that his high in protein content with no traceable poisons or toxins that could result in permanent injury or death. The shell is dense, but could be cracked open with something blunt, or cut with a sharp object."

[ MOSS SAMPLE ]
"There is nothing outstanding about this sample."

[ LICHEN SAMPLE ]
"Upon further inspection, there are millions of microorganisms in colonies along the lichen that are bioluminescent. The lichen itself seems to provide nutrients essential to these microorganisms. Other than that, there are no outstanding properties for this sample."
 
"Huh. Well, that's helpful," Atticus says, in reference to the brown vegetation that he had found. Due to it’s resemblance to the potato that he knew, he decided that he would just call them shell-potatoes from now on. He stashes the one that he took from the ground within the ship, and decides that if he needs to, in an emergency, get more food, he would rely on the shell-potatoes outside.

As Atticus moved throughout the ship, the smell of putrefying corpses assaulted his nose. “That’s fuckin’ gross,” he muttered to himself, beofre deciding to drag the two corpses outside. He decided he was going to drag them a good distance away, far enough to make it so that he could no longer smell them.

Before dragging the two corpses out of the ship, he decided he had better get himself some gear, because he didn’t plan on going back to the ship right away; he wanted to have another expedition. He felt that exploring was one of the most fruitful things he could do at the moment.

Atticus added to his person one FAK, 3x MREs,a half-liter of portable water, a 34hr Battery Pack, and had his compass, universal wand, and flare gun with him, as well as one flare for said flare gun.

Atticus had also thrown out the lichen and moss samples.

While dragging these two corpses of his dead crew members, Atticus keeps his head looking around, but inevitably he is unable to pay as much attention as he would have been paying if he weren’t hauling these two fully grown men. Maybe it would have been a good idea to take two trips.

As a result of his hands being full, he had his PDW slung over his back, not in his hands.
 
You drag the bodies far away, the putrid smell making you gag every few steps. You finally drag them far enough that you believe they'll be able to decompose without becoming a health hazard in the future. As you were dragging them away to properly dispose of them, you didn't notice anything different aside from the birdsong returning, except at a lower pitch this time around.

Universal Wand: A tool that can be used as a pickaxe, axe, stove, almost anything.
 
(Pickaxe, axe, and stove...one of these things is not like the other one lol)

Atticus, after his arduous journey of disposal of the corpses, heads back toward his ship. The fact that the birdsong had gotten lower in pitch he had noticed, but he didn’t comprehend what had caused them to do that. Maybe they didn’t like the smell of the corpses? Perhaps it was a different animal?

Once back at the ship, Atticus walks the perimeter of it, inspecting damages and beginning to collect pieces of scrap. He was trying to assemble a pile of metal out by the front of the ship, that he could later use for building projects. If there is a loose-hanging piece of metal from the ship, Atticus would use his universal wand to cut away what still had it attached. However, he would not do more damage to the ship; he wanted to keep the systems and hull intact as much as possible, but whatever was either taken off of the ship or almost taken off of the ship by the crash, he assembles and brings out to the front of the ship.

If his scrap-collecting duties are not interrupted by anything, Atticus will then begin collecting wood from nearby trees, not yet cutting any of them down, but salvaging from branches and possibly from any trees that have been knocked over. He drags what wood he collects back from the tree he had collected it from, and to the front of the ship, making a wood pile next to his scrap pile.

(Determination of how much resources Atticus is able to collect is up to you, obviously)
 
The work of moving dangling scrap from the ship to a separate pile is laborious, but you are satisfied with the fruits of your labor. You managed to collect a hefty pile of scrap for later projects. After totaling it all up, it came around to 27 pieces of scrap, which will definitely come into use sometime at a later date. Completed with his objective, and as the night begins to curl over this planet, you begin hacking away at trees until sunset, which earns you 15 good sized logs.

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Atticus tiredly eyes the piles of resources that he had collected throughout the night, sweat pouring from him; his shirt was stained, and so were his pants, with the aftermath of his labor. “Good. Good,” Atticus says to himself breathlessly, before his tiredness begins to settle into his eyes.

Walking back into his ship, it takes a few minutes for Atticus’ eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting within than the lighting of the sunset outside. He heads toward his quarters, and stashes what gear he had placed unto him earlier, removing the FAK, 3x MREs, a half-liter of portable water, a 34hr Battery Pack, and his compass, universal wand, and flare gun, as well as the one flare. As well, he puts down his PDW and his alloy machete, and his pistol. He places this all near his bed, so that when he awakens, he will be able to grab it again and head back out.

Before going to sleep, he lazily eats one of the MREs, and washes it down with a half-liter of water; he was dehydrated and very thirsty from the day’s work.

After feeding and watering himself, he sleeps, until he is awaken either by his own internal clock, or something else.
 
Your very tasty "TUSCAN BEEF" MRE slides down your throat with each bite you take, and your stale water washes down whatever clung onto your esophagus in your stomach. You lay back on a makeshift hammock and close your eyes. Sleep overcomes you.

You wake up in the morning to the sounds of chirping and buzzing insects outside.
 
Atticus takes more than a few minutes to actually get out of his bed. He spends a few moments just looking up at the ceiling, some moments thinking about what he wanted to do today, and some moments wallowing in the sense of depression that had overwhelmed him since he had gotten onto the planet. But hopelessness was still far off; Atticus was determined to survive against the odds.

After a little, Atticus DOES get up, and collects the gear that he had stored in his bedroom before he had fallen asleep. He takes a look outside, and it is made clear to him that he had slept through that entire day and night; must’ve been a long fuckin’ sleep. The lines in his arms and in his face that he spotted in the mirror of his room proved that, as did his feeling of being well-rested.

Atticus leaves his room, and heads into the main area of the ship. “AI, rename yourself Caliste,” Atticus said. This name belonged to someone back home that meant a lot to him.

“Caliste, describe damages to the Navigation System, Life Support Center, and 3D Printer. Provide instructions on how to repair, if possible.”

In addition, while waiting for a response, Atticus picks up and reads the label of one of the pill bottles on board. "Caliste, define Fluotasol."
 
"Yes sir. Damages to the Navigation System are dire. The only Navigation System is only able to utilize the compass and describe the poles of this planet. It is beyond repair. According to its calculations though, we're currently in the southern hemisphere, facing towards the south pole. The Life Support System is no longer able to perform surgeries and no longer can utilize it's advanced medical procedures, but it can still provide diagnoses. To repair Life Support System, you will need to repair the computer and restore the wiring programmed into the machine. In regards to the 3D Printer, there are minimal damages, but it will take longer to print out any object. To repair this you can utilize my diagnostics module, but you will not be able to utilize my services for up to thirty-six hours."
 
Atticus listens attentively to Caliste as she explains the statuses of the various systems. He then reads the label of one of the pill bottles aboard the ship; “Caliste, define: Fluotasol,” he says, before putting the pill bottle into his pocket to keep on him, figuring it might be something useful,

While Caliste prepares her reply, Atticus ventures over to the life support system, and begins to inspect things more thoroughly; he tries his best to do some sort of repairs, or at the least, find out exactly what, or who, he would need to repair it.

Atticus wasn’t completely incapable when it came to computers and hardwiring and such; growing up in the futuristic environment that he had grown up in, he was force to become comfortable with the technology around him. Whether or not he would be successful in repairing something like a life support system on a spaceship, however; well, that was to be seen.
 
"Fluotasol, also known as XP, Grunt, and Marbles, is a potent Opioid, manufactured by Zoxoc for the Oslin Federation. The manufacturing of this product was halted 35 years ago after the Institution for the Betterment of Mankind (IBM) came to a conclusion that the drug was too strong and patients who consumed Fluotasol were very susceptible to addiction. 10 years ago when Zoxoc's assets were liquidated and the company filed for bankruptcy, one of the scientists, Aris Tou-Xiu, was kidnapped and the recipe to the production of Fluotasol was leaked to the Xara Syndicate and now is replicated throughout the galaxy."

The Life Support System's hard drives were completely fried, and as you roamed through the file browser, many of the folders relating to advanced medicinal practices were corrupted or completely empty. Although, there remained an extensive database of chemicals and drugs used in a hospital as well as some basic procedures on diagnosing common illnesses and first aid. When taking a closer look at the wiring, many of the wiring to the hydraulics and motors used for surgical procedures and scanning were severed.

Upon some further observation, you discover a backup for some CAD files of the equipment used by doctors and nurses, such as leg braces, casts, crutches, etcetera. These files can be moved into the 3D Printer's file explorer and used to print these objects now.
 
Atticus stores all the knowledge learned from the damaged Life Support system, and puts it into an audio log with the help of Caliste. This included exactly what was wrong with the system, and the leftover backup files that he had discovered about several different medical equipment.

After this, Atticus decides to go and find the shell-potato that he had earlier found. While wondering whether these were perishable, Atticus decided to crack it open with the hilt of his blade, and eat/drink the contents within.

After his first extraterrestrial meal, Atticus ventures outside once again. He begins collecting anything he finds in the VANA wilderness that could be possibly used to fashion rope that he could use to lash the logs together, possibly saplings, maybe long grass, etc.

If this collection goes unpunished, Atticus returns to the ship and begins to erect the logs vertically, planting them firmly into the ground and lining them up next to one another. He ties them together, and stretches out this makeshift palisade as far as he can stretch it with the amount of logs that he has. His plan is to build the wall around the perimeter of the ship, leaving a gap in front of the exit/entrance that he had been using since his crash landing so that he could get through. Perhaps at some point he would fashion some kind of door, but for right now he planned to just put something in front of the gap that he could move if he needed to get through.

If this construction is not interrupted, Atticus will begin to fashion metal spikes using the scrap pile, and then will hammer them into the exterior of the log-wall. He gives himself a budget of ten pieces of scrap to do this with; the remaining seventeen pieces of scrap he would use for other things.

This construction is what he will be working on for the entire day, only breaking to use the bathroom, eat, hydrate, and if there is something that comes to interrupt him. If he runs out of resources, he will cease work on the construction, and decide what to do after that.
 
The "shell-potato"'s meat tastes something like an apple, and the flavor related to its juices the closest thing you can relate to is very tart lemonade.

After pulling up long blades of grass and some other plants, you find one with very strong fibers. The outside of the plant is green with purple fibers inside. You find more of these plants and begin to weave a rope. After a few hours, you've created around ten meters worth of rope.

The crash landing of your ship resulted in forming a small hill, so it's not necessary to build a large perimeter. You begin constructing a palisade on one half of the sides needed to form a wall, which takes you a few hours, with you trailing off to construct some more rope every hour or so. While not completely constructed yet, this makeshift wall well help secure your campgrounds. You estimate that you'll need 20 more wood to completely construct the wall, and you have used all of the wood you had gathered from yesterday's venture.

Using your Universal Wand to cut through the scrap metal and shape it into spikes, spacing them out evenly so they're cost-effective. After measuring out the other side of the wall and how much you used with this side, you'll need an additional 7 scrap to erect a wall and provide the same amount of defense as the side you've constructed today.

You've run out of resources and the majority of your day has been spent.
 
(Sorry about the wait, was eating tacos. By the way, happy Cinco De Mayo!)

After running out of resources to use in order to begin building this defensive bulwark, Atticus takes a few moments to admire his work. “Well, if I were a filthy alien, I certainly would not want to try to attack this guy,” he said to himself, before peering over at the part of the perimeter of the ship that was not yet walled off. “Well, not from this angle at least.”

Afterward, Atticus decides to pluck one of the plants from the ground that he had found, the green ones with purple fibers inside, and put it in his pack as a sample. He would have Caliste analyze it later, when he returned to his ship.

Feeling happy with his progress on the construction, and bored of weaving rope and lashing logs together and cutting spikes out of metal, Atticus decides instead to begin exploring again. Last time, he went almost fully around his ship, exploring a good distance out each time; but there were still areas he had yet to explore.

So, he chose a direction he had not yet went in, and began walking. He was hoping he would continue finding something interesting or useful. And if he ran into something dangerous at least he would be able to gather some intelligence on what possible foes lurk on this planet.
 
You store a sample of the plant on your person as you venture off in a relatively random direction. It doesn't take long for you to stumble upon a small pond, but more interestingly- an organism. It's skin is blue and green and it appears to have scales hidden behind large plates of bone. It has antlers and two prominent tusks sticking out of it's jaw. It's At least twice your size and has four chubby legs. It has two yellow eyes and a flat tongue, which was shoveling water into its mouth. It's tail was long and skinny, with hairs on the end of it.
 
Atticus crouches as he looks at the organism; the first one he had ever found. He remains still and levels his PDW toward it, and takes a deep breath. Whether or not he wants to kill this thing, he’s not sure, but he decides that he first must test it’s reactions.

This pond could be a very important resource, depending upon the safety of it’s water. And having to compete with this organism wouldn’t be viable. But whether or not he had to kill this thing, Atticus did not yet know. If he could scare the thing off, it would mean that it’s brethren, if intelligent enough to have vendettas, would not want to come after him for slaying one of it’s kinsmen. At the same time, there would be no waste in ammo; Atticus definitely wasn’t about to start hacking at this thing with a machete.

To determine whether this animal was predator or prey, Atticus lets out a loud, deep bellow. No word, just a loud noise. He watches the organism’s movements; if it came toward him, even a little bit, Atticus was going to shoot the thing. If it ran off, Atticus would remain where he was and scan his surrounds for about five minutes, ready for an attack of any kind.
 
As you let out a mighty bellow, the beast blows through its nostrils, so powerful that it pushes the water back a little bit. It looks around, scrapes its foot against the ground, digging up dirt, and then lets out its own bellow. It's much louder and much more terrifying than yours. It then resumes drinking water from the pond.
 
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