Name: Adventure: Supply and Demand
++ Trostland, European Dead Zone
Holliday: Hey, long time no see, you two! Dev, you didn’t tell me she was in town.
Devrim: Ms. Holliday and I have been re-appropriating supplies from the Cabal. She’s keeping a low profile at the moment.
Holliday: You tag the boxes, I’ll fly 'em out. Can’t wait.
** The Guardian finds a small supply cache.
Holliday: Figures those four-armed bandits would try to beat us to it. Don’t let 'em!
** The Guardian transmats a cache.
Ghost: Well, I guess one crate is better than zero. Transmatted your way, Amanda.
Devrim: Not so fast. I’m sending you coordinates a short ways from your position.
Amanda: I’ve got a fix on it, too. I’ll head over that way. Last one to the courtyard’s a Dreg-face.
Devrim: How colorful.
++ Maevic Square
Ghost: We’re here. And we’ve got company
Holliday: Red-bellies dug in and set up a whole bunch o’ turrets. Clear 'em out, would you?
** The Guardian destroys the turrets and defeats the Cabal and Fallen.
Holliday: Do me a favour and plop down a beacon, would ya?
** The Guardian plants a landing beacon.
Holliday: Signal’s green. Here I come.
Devrim: Those supplies should keep the Farm up and running for a while. Another job well done.
** Holliday transmats the supplies.
Holliday: Hang on a sec. Dev, you seeing what I see?
Devrim: Indeed. Another cache of supplies. But these are a bit familiar, aren’t they?
Holliday: Those toothy-faced Ether-chuggers. They took our stuff!
Ghost: So the Fallen stole from us, before we stole what they stole from the Red Legion?
Devrim: All’s fair in love and war, I suppose.
** The Guardian finds the Farm supplies.
Devrim: Secure that cache, and Ms. Holliday will be by in two shakes.
Holliday: No can do, Dev. Could be a hundred Fallen hidin’ out in those buildings. I’ll wait for the all-clear.
** The Guardian transmats the supplies.
Ghost: Not all clear. Definitely not all clear.
Holliday: Too hot for me to help out.
Devrim: I don’t have line of sight, either. You’re on you own, you two. Be brave, as they say.
** The Guardian defends the supplies from the Fallen and defeats S.A.B.E.R.-06.
Holliday: Sky looks clear. I’m headed your way to pick up the goods. The Farm’ll really appreciate it. Heckuva job, you two.
Devrim: Quite. Now, do me a favour and see if there’s any tea still intact?