First contact

a raiding group was assembled and was coming closser to were the last readings were on the signal.

coming up over a rige they saw wrekige. "what is it." the smoke still emintating from the broken hull. "evidently one of the other factions have gotten more orginised then us. probably Newyrokian." the east coast with its fractured governing partys and low servival rate, it being pummled in the explosions. our tribe was waiting till they settled there diffrences. the last thing they needed was random tererist attacks from kentucky or NH.

"look for survivers, figure out who made it." the gaggle emerged like wolves onto the carcass of the broken reckage."