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Re: CDDA: Adventures in Cataclysm
« Reply #5160 on: August 28, 2019, 12:53:44 am »
He had written down a list of essentials, Catnip's requested parts along with a few things he hoped to find along the way. They were scrabbled down on the back of Nathaniel's old military map, as it offered a good reference for where to investigate. A few columns of notes, right underneath a few lines of crossed-out coordinates and notes from past experiences. The lab ultimately responsible for his current objective, coordinates to a now-reclaimed bunker, few notes on local streets in a now-ruined necropolis. A hasty translation of directions received from Helen and Quinn, that had been at some point crossed out harshly enough that the paper was nearly torn.

Graphene, and a rough estimate of the amount and expected dimensions. Superalloy, with some almost-arcane notation in the margins on the side, that amounted to reminding himself how to rule out the types Catnip was fairly certain wouldn't be adequate. Plain titanium steel and the odd dark alloy he'd only ever seen adorning the bio-weapons, those wouldn't work.

Besides that, the list was far more mundane. Intact solar panels, fuel filters, more supplies to make up for their minimal stockpile of bio-diesel. He'd taken to leaving the tank hooked up to what remained of their electrical system when it wasn't in use, in other to extend how far he could go without needing to run it off of diesel, but in the long run it wouldn't be enough. Gas mask filters were always useful as well, and ever since they went chasing after Mica he made note to try and find a spare chemical detector, just in case. And finally, camera lenses and other things, as he'd noticed that some of the displays, though they made it through the storm intact, were suffering in quality, and half the thermal imagers no longer worked at all.

But for the recommendations as to the primary items on his list, he had one person in mind to ask, making his way to knock on the door of one building. The fact he even thought of the machine in question as a "person" momentarily crossed his mind, given the sheer annoyance she'd caused pretty much since they made it out of that lab.

"Hey, Medeina? I wanted to check and see if you had any info that might help narrow down where to search for the materials you need, and if you have any details on the particular alloy..."

 

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