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The journey that had taken Jana two days and change required only about a half-day of travel for Defiant. It could move far faster than a person on foot of course, and though it was not as swift as some of the more nimble wasteland vehicles, it could traverse certain obstacles better than most (simply going over or straight through them). Still, travel in the wasteland was different than it used to be before the world broke.

The remnants of that world were still in evidence. Long stretches of cracking and broken asphalt still provided paths of travel that could speed up a journey for stretches. But they hadn’t been maintained in any meaningful way in nearly a century, and besides that disrepair, some basic geography itself had been altered. Mountains and valleys were in places where neither existed before. Some of the old roads simply ended in a chasm or ran right into the side of a cliff. The stretches that were easier to traverse were also excellent hunting grounds for bandits, raiders, and gangs, that is if they weren’t already claimed and tolled by more “legitimate” organizations like the Knights.

So it was that an overland journey tended to be a cautious affair. High speeds where the Crew was confident in their knowledge of dangers, but mostly a deliberate pace where they could spot danger well ahead and avoid hazards that would give them trouble. 

Jana had warned them about the Screecher nest, and the Crew decided to expend a few cannon rounds and some incendiary devices to clear it out. Tia rumbled forward, La Chancla meted out punishment in the form of high-velocity metal, and the dangerous monsters either exploded or scattered. Jana recovered her mule’s saddle, but the animal itself had long since become a Screecher meal.

Eventually Jana let them know they were drawing close to Greenwood. She was sitting atop the Boom Box with her legs dangling over the side and a big smile on her face, proud that she had managed to find and bring back such auspicious assistance. The Tank was weaving its way through a shallow valley with a wide flat bottom, on approach to the modest plain the settlement sat on. The slopes of hills to both sides of them were filled with trees which had managed to find good clean ground to grow from. The air had been fresh, but slowly a more acrid smell began to waft on the light breeze.

One more corner to round and they would be clearing the trees and valley, and have Greenwood in sight. Jana’s smile fell as she looked up above the nearest tree line. Her brow bent upward in concern. “What… what is that?”

A heavy dark plume was visible from beyond the trees. Smoke. Lots of it. 

The journey that had taken Jana two days and change required only about a half-day of travel for Defiant. It could move far faster than a person on foot of course, and though it was not as swift as some of the more nimble wasteland vehicles, it could traverse certain obstacles better than most (simply going over or straight through them). Still, travel in the wasteland was different than it used to be before the world broke.

The remnants of that world were still in evidence. Long stretches of cracking and broken asphalt still provided paths of travel that could speed up a journey for stretches. But they hadn’t been maintained in any meaningful way in nearly a century, and besides that disrepair, some basic geography itself had been altered. Mountains and valleys were in places where neither existed before. Some of the old roads simply ended in a chasm or ran right into the side of a cliff. The stretches that were easier to traverse were also excellent hunting grounds for bandits, raiders, and gangs, that is if they weren’t already claimed and tolled by more “legitimate” organizations like the Knights.

So it was that an overland journey tended to be a cautious affair. High speeds where the Crew was confident in their knowledge of dangers, but mostly a deliberate pace where they could spot danger well ahead and avoid hazards that would give them trouble. 

Jana had warned them about the Screecher nest, and the Crew decided to expend a few cannon rounds and some incendiary devices to clear it out. Tia rumbled forward, La Chancla meted out punishment in the form of high-velocity metal, and the dangerous monsters either exploded or scattered. Jana recovered her mule’s saddle, but the animal itself had long since become a Screecher meal.

Eventually Jana let them know they were drawing close to Greenwood. She was sitting atop the Boom Box with her legs dangling over the side and a big smile on her face, proud that she had managed to find and bring back such auspicious assistance. The Tank was weaving its way through a shallow valley with a wide flat bottom, on approach to the modest plain the settlement sat on. The slopes of hills to both sides of them were filled with trees which had managed to find good clean ground to grow from. The air had been fresh, but slowly a more acrid smell began to waft on the light breeze.

One more corner to round and they would be clearing the trees and valley, and have Greenwood in sight. Jana’s smile fell as she looked up above the nearest tree line. Her brow bent upward in concern. “What… what is that?”

A heavy dark plume was visible from beyond the trees. Smoke. Lots of it. 

The journey that had taken Jana two days and change required only about a half-day of travel for Defiant. It could move far faster than a person on foot of course, and though it was not as swift as some of the more nimble wasteland vehicles, it could traverse certain obstacles better than most (simply going over or straight through them). Still, travel in the wasteland was different than it used to be before the world broke.

The remnants of that world were still in evidence. Long stretches of cracking and broken asphalt still provided paths of travel that could speed up a journey for stretches. But they hadn’t been maintained in any meaningful way in nearly a century, and besides that disrepair, some basic geography itself had been altered. Mountains and valleys were in places where neither existed before. Some of the old roads simply ended in a chasm or ran right into the side of a cliff. The stretches that were easier to traverse were also excellent hunting grounds for bandits, raiders, and gangs, that is if they weren’t already claimed and tolled by more “legitimate” organizations like the Knights.

So it was that an overland journey tended to be a cautious affair. High speeds where the Crew was confident in their knowledge of dangers, but mostly a deliberate pace where they could spot danger well ahead and avoid hazards that would give them trouble. 

Jana had warned them about the Screecher nest, and the Crew decided to expend a few cannon rounds and some incendiary devices to clear it out. Tia rumbled forward, La Chancla meted out punishment in the form of high-velocity metal, and the dangerous monsters either exploded or scattered. Jana recovered her mule’s saddle, but the animal itself had long since become a Screecher meal.

Eventually Jana let them know they were drawing close to Greenwood. She was sitting atop the Boom Box with her legs dangling over the side and a big smile on her face, proud that she had managed to find and bring back such auspicious assistance. The Tank was weaving its way through a shallow valley with a wide flat bottom, on approach to the modest plain the settlement sat on. The slopes of hills to both sides of them were filled with trees which had managed to find good clean ground to grow from. The air had been fresh, but slowly a more acrid smell began to waft on the light breeze.

One more corner to round and they would be clearing the trees and valley, and have Greenwood in sight. Jana’s smile fell as she looked up above the nearest tree line. Her brow bent upward in concern. “What… what is that?”

A heavy dark plume was visible from beyond the trees. Smoke. Lots of it.