The climb will not be easy.  As you struggle up the building  you get a better view of the Decatur. Forty-eight crew and all but one are dead.  It is part of the life of a soldier, to lose others, to wage war.  You want to be the good soldier and steel against the loss.  More than your body hurts and tears are not the way of a Teuton.  The gods will remember this day as the day you became a good soldier and found your war.

The heart of a Teuton burns fate itself, they can bend the outcome of any strike to their favor, but they can only do that a few times a day. In the ambush, there were just too many enemies. Fate bent and blackened, and the ship went down.  And yet you survived.   You try to recall the battle, what choices you made, how much fate you bled.   Not enough, as a Teuton you should given it your all, and there was still enough “fate” left to survive.

Good friends, good men and women– all gone.   You push the feelings deep down. You will mourn them later.  Now, you must survive to tell the tale so that their families know how they met their end.  They did not die like merchants or farmers, they died as warriors.   They died well, defiant in battle, all good soldiers.

As you struggle with your own thoughts you spy movement near the Decatur’s crash site.  A Cyber Dragon is singing to the dying ship.  These creatures wander the desert in search of Animus.  The wrecked hull of the Decatur probably drew it out, but they are solitary and shy.  It lightly flutters about and then lands in the wreckage, violin like cries etching a eulogy in the air.   You have ridden trained dragons before.  You think you can get close to it before it realizes you are even there….


Dragon riding is a thing?  Why is there any other choices?

Help isn’t coming soon, so water and food are the priority.  Killing a Mu isn’t easy, but it will feed you for weeks.

Fate didn’t bring you here to fight or flight with Mu.  You need to gather resources and continue to search the building.