Dont think we are in Seattle anymore

At the relaystation

The party has arrived at the relaystation. The TechPriest immediately spots that there is something wrong as the relay station lies in ruins.

Further investigation reveals that most of the machinery of the relay station has been removed and replaced by a thick cable that runs out of the ruin and down a water filled shaft a short distance away.

The basement of the station has recently undergone some reconstruction as the room has been bisected by a wall with a very strange door with the number 314 painted on. The rest of the room were dusty and rusty pits, bobs and spare parts. The Tech Priest decided that the door were some kind of artifact and removes a piece of graffiti (which later proves to be the password). James finds that the water in the shaft is unnatural since it is not frozen solid like the rest of the planet. The party briefly tries to pull the cable out of the shaft but it proves too heavy.

However the task at opening the door captures most of the party’s attention while James guards the scenery from the rhino. The door has two handles, two levers, a very dead potted plant and one hatch to shut. Right in front of the door is a round plate with two footprints painted on.

The first attempt to open the door electrocutes the Tech Priest, nearly killing him. Tavares and the slightly smoking Tech-Priest decides to try to decode the door. This is eventually successful when the duo ignores the potted plant, mails a spare part through the pneumatic currier system in the door, using the two electrified levers in conjunction with the isolated and clearly marked footplate on the floor and converting the “graffiti” to binary and feeding it into the binary input device.

The room beyond reveals a machine of unknown use. A hose-like connecton runs from the hatch in the door along the left wall into the a corridor a head.
Following the corridor the party find themselves inside a huge machine. The floor changes from rockcrete to metal. the floor is perforated through which more stories can be seen. The corridor ends in round room with a shaft in the center (with a pressurized door) and the outer wall is covered with writing. This proves to be an instruction manual on how to run a sort of land-based gellarfield. Tavares begins to document the sacred text unto a data-slate.



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