This week has been trying. Ever since the moment we stepped onto the transport plane, this has been terrible.
BAMFKMFK (known as Big Fucker to the locals of Mayday Field) lived through his serious injury thanks to some quick work from Splint and the rest of the team. The surgery had to be performed in the middle of the jungle as Splint wasn’t on hand with our team, so we had to arrange a guide. Unfortunately, Sheriff Jackson, the unofficial Mayor of Mayday Field, appointed his daughter Rivet, the Official Shrew of Mayday Field, to guide us. Apparently, Rivet has had a rough life according to Jackson, but her dishonor towards her father and her selfish demeanor have eroded any respect that a tough background might earn from me.
Luckily, the other inhabitants of the field are exemplary individuals. Obviously they run by a slightly different code, something owed to the fact that they live in isolation and with a very small margin for error, but they seem to be honorable people interested in preserving the community that they have carved out for themselves here. We’ve been doing what we can to help ourselves as well as the field through setting up some more perimeter security and constructing a still to help boost morale, and getting to know the folk of this town will hopefully result in a situation that is mutually beneficial to our groups.
In addition to Jackson himself, the one called Hunter is a very intriguing person. He is an Adept, a class of Awakened individual I’ve yet to know in much detail. His use of magic is much more instinctual than my own rigorously studied arcane power. His style is much more akin to a shaman or other spiritual caster. He seems very open in discussing his abilities, though, so I’ll spend some more time talking with him.
As I mentioned before, Jackson also has an interesting, if somewhat tragic, past. Apparently he has been a bush pilot here for decades, but his family was murdered by a warlord when he defied the man’s demands. I suppose that’s why he allows his only remaining daughter to openly disrespect him. Regardless, he seems to be a very honorable man, and he has earned my respect for the help he has given us.
I have tried to speak repeatedly with BAMFKMFK, but he seems more interested in his guns than in conversation. I received a curt “Thank you” for my role in saving him, but beyond, that, he has been as stoic as a statue. I had hoped to learn more of Chuckles’ past from Kringle, but I suppose it’s just as well. Perhaps some things are best left uncovered.
I had hoped to try to break through Rivet’s shell, but she has been unresponsive to all attempts at goodwill thus far. We could really use her help to get things moving around the camp, so we’re going to try a new tack in an attempt to bribe her to help with some things, but I have my doubts as to whether or not she will be interested even if a sizable reward is offered. It is too bad, as she has too much talent to be stuck here forever, but by the time she realizes it, she might be too old and bitter to do anything to change her lot in life.
For now, I will remain here and keep trying to curry favor around the airstrip until later in the week when we can do some scouting of the area where the cylinder is resting. With any luck, I will discover some of the mage thistle as well, and we can wrap up several of these loose ends in one stroke.