To add to the ravages of a brutal civil war The Schaler Trivarium must also now suffer a terrible plague. You have accepted a mission to deliver a vital supply of much needed serum to the system. Delivery of the serum and other much needed medical supplies to an awaiting hospital ship, it should be an easy mission.
Anson: Eli might need assistance if he encounters anything on the way. I didn't like the mention of the large snake earlier... I'd rather not leave anyone I don't have to. And that includes whoever is operating the ECW suite.
Anson suddenly look up.
Anson: Wait, Lessra Bellin and her group. Perhaps they can help us.
Georg: I need to get some things. He turns to Thaya. We had better cooperate now; if we do ever get back it'll go a lot easier for us if Captain Fineline can tell the authorities that we tried to help.
With the channel information that was given to Dr. Feldspar, you can try to raise Brellin's party over radio. COMMs test.
Anson: Can one of you get Eli back here? He's better at this than me, or perhaps one of you can attempt to communicate. I want to see what the sensors are saying.
Anson then checks back on the current situation with the other helicopters.
Fineline, make another COMMs check, +2 (Boone will have to be carrying a radio to let you know he has made it to the copter, and it should be set to a known frequency).
The skies above you seem to be empty of craft now.
When Boone gets to the copter, he will radio back to the ship, using the common frequency he would know they could receive (having used the Comms unit on the ship before)
So, it takes Boone a few minutes to gather his gear, and then exit the ship. He quickly sights a thin plume of smoke that marks the 'landing' site of the damaged copter, and is just taking his bearings when Fineline hails him on his his personal radio.
Buhre freezes and signals for the others to stop. He raises his knife in the direction of the grass. "Something's coming," he whispers. "Gart, do you know what it is? What should we do?"
There is the crack of a rifle shot, and then, like a freight-train through the grass, one of Engarno's giant snakes, easily two meters in diameter and twenty meters long, rushes into the midst of the party, a tsunami of slithering coils.
As Gart was holding his action, I'll let him get off a shot (he's startled, but the thing is massive, so there'll be no DM).