-That actually jerks Six out of his line of thought-

-He snaps around-

Six: ...oh. It's just you, Stubbs.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Stubbs clanks at him again then points at the TV-

Six: Wanna know what I'm watching?

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-stubbs nods-

-Six looks at the television for a moment to actually figure out what he's watching-

-It appears to be House Hunters, a show about a group of hunters who attack and destroy self-aware houses-

Six: ...what?

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Stubbs looks at six with a 'didn't take you for the type' look-

Six: Eh. Not really... watching it.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Stubbs takes the remote and changes the channel then, to a wrestling channel-

-Six idly watches whatever wrestling shows up on the screen-

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Stubbs looks at six and clanks before pointing at him-

Six: ...what?

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

LOS MAGOS DEL TIEMPOOOOOOOOO

The first thing you noticed about the vast hellish landscape was that it was near unbearably hot, yet your bowns feel chilled. The "Lost Colony", named by the remaining sentient inhabitants of this burned out husk, feels like an apt choice for the area you've all landed yourselves in on multiple levels - it wasn't located anywhere that you know of. Or likely heard of. What sort of place would have a sun that tinted the sky a black red when cast overhead like the middle of a solar eclipse? Or a night that occasionally pierced the veil of bleak emptiness with a cornucopia of eye-searing rainbow lights emanating from what might have been a burnt out husk of a moon? What kind of place had a landscape that was alternately so flat that a dog could run across it for two months and you'd be able to watch it without any problems, or so ruined and mountainous that it could take a month to traverse five feet? What kind of place would be filled to the brim with all these horrors and people, and yet have so little life and things to do that you would be better off slamming your head into rocks to try and produce your own music?

To be honest, you're not even sure what the planet you're on is called. Judging by all the ruins you keep passing by, you're all too close to civilization to be stuck somewhere remote, but too far from real civilization to be... well, civilized.

And even then, for all you know, you're probably still stuck in some unremarkable system in an unremarkable sector of space. This might even pass as normal around this little section of the solar system. Go figure.

Many would say this sort of hellscape would ironically be a good opportunity for the vultures, the hyenas, the weasels and snakes, the otters and dolphins with no purpose or drive beyond satisfying their lack of direction with the usual forms of greed, violence, and mayhem...and they would be right. This is unfortunately not a time for heroes. This is a time for the worst of society to eke out their claim to the world. The few who want to leave the Lost Colony know they won't make it out without the help of these reprobates and scoundrels. Whether they would do so with their minds intact remains to be seen...

---

UNKNOWN TIME

UNKNOWN SPACE

LOCATION: LOST COLONY, THE

The soon-to-be-wreckage known as the "bus" slowly trundles along across the desert ground as some kind of hound-like lizard creature runs across the road. Hah. "Road". Like anyone pays attention to what these lines mean anyways now.

The driver of this bus is a girl. Some girl dressed in a hooded cloak who must think she's some kind of badass for being all quiet and terse about everything but is probably the kind who would posts fake stuff about her boring miserable life on Spacebook if she had one. Regardless, she's been picking up stragglers in the desert for the past month or so, asking simply "do you want out of here" before giving them only a few minutes to board or stay. Who is she? Where's she taking them? Why is she doing something so charitable in this burnt out husk? Who knows. Probably some kind of favor before she squeezes you bone dry as "repayment". Still a better fate than being left to be eaten by, I dunno, bishie cultist werewolves. "Bishie cultist werewolves"...who could think of something that ridiculous?

The bus stops at the edge of a more intact set of ruins. Judging by the sounds, the engine has given its last as it coughs and sputters before dying an ignoble death. The girl sighs and slowly pulls the door open before turning to anyone who was inside the bus as she exits, asking only a simple question.

"...You coming or what?"

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-when the bus stopped the particularly garishly dressed woman who had introduced herself, very loudly as "The Great Magilou" stood up from her seat walked to the exit-

Magilou:Its about time. I was beginning to think you got lost.

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-The hooded girl says "I don't get lost around this scrap bowl. There's no place TO get lost anywhere, it's a dump". She punctuates this by kicking a chunk of the dried out earth beneath their feet...which ricochets off the hood of the bus, making the doors fall off completely. This is accompanied by the sigh from the hooded waifu-

edited 26th Sep '17 1:05:32 PM by Raidouthe21st

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-a man in red and bronze colored armor gets off the bus with a huge cannon strapped on his back-

Koris: Well I'm happy to be off that bus. It was tough cramming myself in the back.

-An eight foot tall◊, armor-clad alien moves forwards-

???: Thank you for the transport. It brings me one step closer to my goal.

---

-Elsewhere in the desert, a dropship hovers about fifteen feet off of the ground. Inside are two people; a woman in armor◊, and somebody who totally isn't a space Nazi, honest-

Space Nazi: We have arrived. Go.

Armored Woman: Yes, General Marder. I will complete the scouting operation you have requested of-

General Marder: Argus, I do not require your understanding. Only your compliance. Go. Now.

-Argus looks back, only to meet Marder's... apathetic stare. She proceeds to run out of the dropship and falls to the surface. As she turns to look behind her, the dropship disappears, jumping to orbit with a hissing CRACK-

---

-And far out in the deserts, a... thing◊ looks out towards the dessicated ruins, then begins slowly walking towards them. Something is calling it there...-

edited 26th Sep '17 2:09:40 PM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

[Bus]

(DID SOMEBODY SAY EDGY Getting off the bus is a knightly, ghostly looking guy◊.)

-*Not far from where everyone else are arriving. A bright blue flash appeared and a 9 foot tall white armored being◊ appeared.*

???: *Scanning the area, he's less than pleased that this not the location he intended to be.* "Ugh...teleportation has failed me again."

edited 26th Sep '17 2:16:57 PM by MrKirb

Hooded waif(u): Mmhmm.

Probably a dumb question to ask, but you don't have much idea why I helped you folks out of that desert, do you?

---

-As was stated before, this is one desolate and empty desert. Even if this is one of the few civilized places you can see here, you won't find much unless you start actively looking for it. It looks to be a bit too early in the day(?) for the particularly spooky shit to pop out, after all...-

-If you wish to scout, roll your ocular orbs or at least use a random number generator representing a twenty sided die to determine how successful you are in finding something of value-

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Koris: not a clue.

???: -to the hooded waif- No.

Something is outside of this vehicle.

---

-Argus does wish to scout, rolling a 9-

-The thing doesn't. It just keeps walking-

edited 26th Sep '17 2:25:52 PM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-At the edge of town, the "mysterious" waif is-

Hooded waif: ...Truth is, I need to hire some muscle for something big. But we can discuss it later after we get some shelter.

And...hmmm. What's it this time? Another of the cults popping up everywhere?

---

-In the desert, Argus's oculus rift detects three aspects of the environment that are not just the landscape. One are a set of tire tracks on the desert ground, drifting off to somewhere on the horizon. Second is the hulking figure that is slowly walking along those tracks, almost instinctively. Third...is some kind of strange silhouette standing by the side of the tire tracks that looks like a man...save for the absence of any detail beyond a theater mask and its convulsive movements-

edited 26th Sep '17 2:32:12 PM by Raidouthe21st

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???: What's that about hiring muscle?

-Says the deathclaw stepping out of the bus with a loud yawn-

???: *Approaches the people around the beaten down bus, appearing unarmed at the moment.*

"Excuse me but any idea where the hell I ended up in?"

edited 26th Sep '17 2:35:48 PM by MrKirb

???: Something has appeared outside. Or, at the least, announced its presence.

-The alien steps outdoors, looking for whatever it was that just appearorated... and finds it-

-Something in a massive, white suit of armor that can only be of human design. A Demon.-

-The alien bristles, but does not move for weapons. Yet.-

---

-Argus and the thing make eye contact-

-The thing stares at Argus for a moment, while her grip tightens around her SMG... before it loses interest, continuing to unwittingly follow the tire tracks into the town-

-The other person gets Argus's interest, however, so she reacts in much the same way; staring from a distance like some type of stalker-

edited 26th Sep '17 2:35:02 PM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."