… damn it, where’s the robot? I’m not reliable, am I? Plan E then …
Eli McGraw: “Y’all need to make this place more defensible. I want you to construct 5 buildings for logging. Space them out so they’re not fire trap.”
Olim Antwerf: “You think that is necessary in this climate?”
Eli McGraw: " 'ell yeah I do. Want basements in every house if possible. Cellar doors would be nice."
Malcolm “Bubba” Fillmore: “Might be problematic boss. See what can be done.”
Eli McGraw: His face twitched at the word problematic.
Malcolm “Bubba” Fillmore: “What do you want done with the rest of the wood?”
Eli McGraw: “Hexagon wall around the camp with entrances north and south. Have the boys and girls dig ditch around the outside and put something sharp in them.”
“Olim, I want you and the techs and the support crew load the rest of the stuff off the ship. Set up lamps and what not along the inside of the wall facing out. Need 'em bright enough to make nightmares sweat. Have 'em think of ways to defend the place.”
Olim Antwerf: “Understood. Fine plan,” he smirked.
Eli McGraw: " 'ell then partner, happy you think so. Also, we you 'ave time and (you will have time) take a couple of volunteers (like an Olgog) and scout around the area. See what’s useful and what’s dangerous. Be polite to the natives, pump 'em for info and stay away from things that look familiar but unknown. Ain’t supposed to be anyone else here but us, them and the EEF."
Olim Antwerf: “I… get you,” he sighed. “I’ll use the other truck - the one that didn’t get sunk by the storm.”
Eli McGraw: “Cheer up. You might loss some of that baby fat.”
Olim Antwerf: “Ha! You might lose the beer gut too.”
Malcolm “Bubba” Fillmore: With a roll of his eyes, “Zug, zug boys,” Malcolm got to work.
Eli left and they all got to work.
Now there were reports of someone named Nuria coming this way along with Alphine. Olim chuckled. Today was a great day to rub the salt in.