Patchwork Universe

liason · Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2004 4:06 pm Post subject: A Faint Sound of Drilling

[Liason arrives through the mists to the East]

Ambassador Liason appeared from the mists, dragging a small cart behind him. He paused and looked around, hoping he was not watched, then pulled back the tarpaulin.

Out from the cart there came half a dozen skittering blobs. Each the size of a man's head, but metallic and with an eclectic variety of appendages and tools sprouting from them.

The team Salvagers quickly made themselves scarce. One rushed into a nearby building, another buried itself in the dust and most of the rest scurried off in a line, deeper into the patch.

Liason hoped they had orders to leave the map alone.