"Hmmmm... Depending how far subterranean we go it could depend, as well as the magnetic potential within the rocks, however there is a way we can build it subterranean and ensure that we are capable of sending and receiving messages. First of all I would start off with the primary vox-tower, which later shall receive three secondary ones for emergency purposes and signal enhancement. The Primary one should be placed the closest to the center of the facility, however on a retractable pillar, so that in case of heavy storms or wanting to remain hidden, we simply can pull the Vox-Antenna in. Most likely however that will reduce if not completely eliminate the chance of sending and receiving, where in future the secondary towers build in a tri-force formation would come in. They would be built in the same way, so we can ascend each tower individually and magnify the signal as required. I believe that is the best course of action for the sake of long-term maintenance, as well as functionality. It will require a few more days with the moving pillar than standard versions, but upgrading in the future to that functionality would be an even greater cost. The decision is up to you, Isidra." He said in clear and calm fashion, holding one hand almost constantly on his hair as the breezes were 'ruining' his hairdo, mostly because it kept re-arranging in a way he didn't like it to be, although it wasn't that horrendous. As Erin gave his reply he looked at Isidra in her face, but swayed off towards the area around them more than once. Sure it was disrespectful, but this was the first time he stood on a foreign world in the name of the Omnissiah with the outlook to recover an STC.
"Motive Force does not extend to minerals. I am but mere follower of Omnissiah, a priest of His Light. For accurate analysis I would humbly suggest using proper equipment meant for geology." Ohm responses.
Magos Wright did not notice the wandering attention of her colleague as Erin scanned the horizon, restless as she was to also get to grips with this new world. His answer however was exactly what she needed. "I think that would be an excellent idea! We shall build the sub-ground version you suggest - it will give us both security and a more reliable means to keep in touch with our ship and make reports." "Speaking of which, we should make a schedule for daily data uplink and return, once we have a base deployed." She nodded to Ohm. "Pulse not optimised for ground-scan, well that is fair enough. I will take some preliminary scans and then we can ..." she trailed off, issuing commands to the technical staff to begin ground analysis and a request to the security to form a perimeter around the area chosen. "76, please assist with unloading the power units so that we can begin initial appraisals," she said, once a suitable-looking camp area had been located. [@TuskatheDaemonKilla my aim is for Isidra to start to order the making of an underground base, pending a suitable rocky area. I don't want to lead the mission but by order I really mean ask the heavy lifting types to do it not take away anyone's character freedom ]
[Yes you're completly fine also for future reference there are 8 npc guards in your group that were the body guards for the inquisitor and the Magos-errant but they will follow yours or anyone else's orders provided they have the appropriate rank like the our friendly battle servitor can't order them around unless a high rank says he can] The workers quickly find that under 6 inches of soil the ground is quite solid and perfect to be built upon or under. 2 of Kraven's guards go off to form a suitable parameter while the others get to work in construction and sample collecting.
"I suppose there is nothing for me to do until the base foundation is laid out and the materials unloaded. That leaves of course the question whether we should perhaps scout the area with basic equipment, or aid in the physical labor ourselves? You see, I have been not doing much... Planetary work before, only really have been on shipyards or working on already existing devices, just running optimizations, repairs, that kind of duties." Erin noted, updating a data-pad in his hands with the building plans of his proposed construction, standing next to his superior as he did so.
After hours of digging and pouring in rockcrete and covering what they had constructed the base or atleast the shell of it was complete. There are several hatches that allow those top side to get in and a large lift to allow vehicles to be transported in and out of the base. Soon enough everything was complete and they were able to get a signal to the dropship that was still planet side. (Ok go from here you just got connected to the dropship)
The large vehicle lift platform came to a gradual halt, as it reached the bottom of the shaft. A transport vehicle idled lazily on the platform, while a small group of figures stood next to it, barely visible in the gloom. Warning klaxons blared as the blast doors separating the shaft and the vehicle bay within parted on freshly oiled hydraulics. A mixed cloud of engine exhaust and incense enveloped the party for a moment, before rising with the positive pressure up the wide shaft, seeking escape. It seemed the Engineseers were still sorting out the issues with the ventilation. A trivial matter to the party, but one that would be far more concerning to those less augmented then themselves. The transported rumbled forward, entering the bay proper and making a sharp right turn towards its appointed parking space. With the transport clear, the robed party moved on. The four red robed protectors encircled their charge, weapons at the ready, despite the obvious safety the newly minted complex provided. Judarius was unconcerned, but wary. The Rockcrete was barley dry and already hundreds of personnel were moving back and forth, finishing the installation of a myriad of subsystems. As they proceeded into the vehicle bay, Judarius noted the swarm of activity all around them. Logis-Adepts directing the seemingly endless flow of transports. Engineseers unspooling cable bundles for conduits and light fixtures. Servitors trundling left and right, carrying out hundreds of mundane, but essential tasks. Servo-skulls zipping to and fro on errands, their grav-pulses only making the airborne haze worse by preventing the dust from settling. Barely organized chaos, to the untrained eye, as it always was with any Mechanicum venture. To those who could see the nooshpere though, it was an entirely regimented affair. The data-streams were practically overloaded with transmissions. Data links fought for every last bit of transmission throughput. Orders and counter-orders flowing back and forth like an intricate dance. Here and there an override algorithm would push it's way through, only to pushed back in the queue by another algorithm of higher precedence. Each and every adept vied to exert their authority. It was a rather exhilarating moment. The first steps taken to reach their eventual goal. To find the location of the suspected vault. What information could it hold? Would that information even we usable? Was it dangerous? Would the Inquisitor interfere? Too many questions, little data to answer them. At least for now. As he pondered these things and more, Judarius had been navigating the confines of the bunker, to reach the central annex. It was here, that the vast streams of data were organized, filtered and re-transmitted to the appropriate Divisio of the expedition. The space was quite large, but was already teeming with cogitators, auspex arrays, telemetry augers and all manner of devices. The center of the room was dominated by a hololithic display, which rendered their intimidate areas in grainy green. Red icons tracked the movement of the larger feline predators. Yellow icons tracked the apparently docile beasts that lumbered around the gelatinous pools. Blue icons tracked their own personnel. Finally,White icons tracked the movement of the dropships and shuttles. Quite fascinating. Judarius was not here for information however. No he had come for a somewhat more insidious purpose. He approached the main control banks of the Vox-net array. An familiar Adept was busy at work under one of the consoles, several tools laid out around him, while his upper torso was tucked underneath the terminal. Transmechanic Dominova was clearly putting the final touches on the system. Judarius would have to move quickly. @Uriel1339 Approaching the console bank as quietly as he could muster, and he thanked the Omnissiah for the background noise of the chamber. Extending a mechadendrite, he opened a rear access panel, and rummaged through the cables until he found the device he was looking for, the Relay Encryption Matrix. He removed it carefully, quietly intoning the relevant canticle. With the old device detached, he hastily replaced it with the one he had brought with him. His work done, he replaced the cables and closed the access panel. A moment passed. Dominova was unaware of his tampering. Judarius moved away slowly, meandering towards the central display. He activated his device remotely and was more then satisfied be the new flow of information into his receptors. The Matrix he had installed functioned precisely as a normal one did, but with the added benefit of copying all outgoing transmissions and relaying them to Judarius. It was unfortunate that he needed to resort to such underhanded means, but he needed to remain one step ahead of Inquisitor Steele. Though Steele was still an ordained member of the Cult Mechanicus, he was far more martial then studious, and it was unlikely he would notice his transmissions were being scrutinized. That said, Steele was no fool. As with most Inquisitors, he no doubt had his own communications devices, but even with such devices at his disposal, Judarius knew that they would need to piggy back off the relay signal from the Vox towers to the ships in orbit. Even if Judarius could not read messages sent off world, he would know where they were being sent,to whom, and the level of encryption they were using. That would be more then enough for his purposes. Steele no doubt was already suspicious of Judarius' presence here. It was only a matter of time before he made a report with his superiors. The Inquisition's reach was long and their resources vast, but even they would find nothing to incriminate Juarius and assemble enough evidence to suspect his loyalties. No, if and when the time came to deal with Steele, he would never see it coming. Neither would his little band of friends . . .
The complex was completed within tolerable parameters and habitable by fully biological specimens. Magos Isidra Wright hummed happily as she extended her awareness to include immediate noospheric traffic, unaware of the very biological sound as she worked. Everything was proceeding according to the mission and, therefore, the Omnissiah's plan. The efficiency unfolding around her was the music to which her data pulses danced. Her cortex processed the information freely, and her hands tapped at dataslates as she formed the report on their initial progress and sent it via uplink to the waiting vessel in orbit. Primary base of operations established .... habitation chambers completed ... mechanical personnel provided with electro-nutrient supply planetside ... the communication was detailed and thorough. It took perhaps thirty minutes to conclude the datastream, and then Isidra went in search of her fellow mission-members. It was time to plan the next step. Seeking out her fellows via personal datalink, she suggested a respite for biological sustenance while they refined mission parameters to take account of local micro-conditions [ @TechCaptain @GoreWrencha @Maleth @Uriel1339 @Vulpas @Mechiaus , not sure if @High_Adept_Zeth is playing]. Whatever they decided, it would be good to have some support for the heavier excavations [ @lord-watchman ] as it was likely that seismic changes or simple erosion might have buried their goal.
