You, Olivier, and Cellog gather around the round table, as scintillating vectors whizz to life to generate an approximate map of the surrounding area, highlighting three locations with readouts. Revealing what appears to be biomes separated into long bands.
There is a choice of three missions.
CC_01.28|Operation: Toast Reservoir
Secure Supplyline for Tactical Resource
Utilizing D.A. Device and combining Midsommer and Colony Corps mission data shows that on an area located towards a zone labeled “Daylight” is a point of interest with bountiful stores of the Tactical Resource codenamed [TOAST]. The colony has been experimenting with it and compiling research, with hopes to set up harvesting procedures. Further information is proprietary, unfortunately, but illumination is pending once you accept this mission. Suffice to say it doesn’t seem to be of much interest to Oyani inhabitants. According to Cellog, they steer clear of the area, so we can expect minimal to no conflict in its procurement.
CC_02.22: Operation: Boys Town
Reconnect with Troopers
With short range communications back online, the colony has managed to receive S.O.S. and short range chatter (SRC) from other surviving troopers. Due to the “Containment Field” (or whatever we’re calling this thing that’s frying tech and crashing dropships ships) messages are mostly garbled but thanks to the computing power of 900MB do have a heading and a location. Environmental survey readouts point to a tundral area labeled "Nightside". So expect it to be chilly. Olivier hopes if we can collect as many troopers as we can perhaps try and get a message out to fleet command, or coordinate something to fix this mess.
T5:Mid_3.26: Stars Had Shouted As They Did Fall
A Parley With Oyani Leadership
The D.A.Device has finished analyzing the message from the courier [Dividi], and it seems the Oyani populace are wanting a meeting of sorts. No doubt it'd be about all the warships that have had a delightful terrible time smashing into the ground. The message had come marked with locations of crash sites and no-go zones. The meeting should be handled by a small team, likely escorted by Dividi. Cellog insists she is needed here, as she is the sole administrator. According to Cellog, they should have a human ambassador, but a metaphor/sentence that hasn't translated well refers to an ambiguous "them" as needing something called “eyes on to form a kennel”.
Olivier and Slim's opinions matter, naturally, but there is an entire quorum of thoughts in your head you gotta collate.
You can [Ask for information] or [Submit your preferences] the same way you usually take actions. It could perhaps be helpful to have something of a [Conversation], with yourself... Or with other people. The other people here. Totally.