Game day 23 · Quarry Terrace
No Magnetic North

The Anne Bonny began day twenty-three leaning on a repaired promise. Bob and Clauydio had the landing gear propped, not healed. The outer sensors had survived the rain but no longer agreed about where the horizon ended. Preferred launch remained day forty-two. Day forty-five remained the point after which preference no longer mattered.
They split the work. Bob and Clauydio stayed with the ship to straighten the gear, recalibrate the sensors, and build the antennas they would need above the mineral flats. Elias, Victor, Kari, and Jin packed the four-seat vehicle with a probe, a chemistry deck, water, and enough line to retrieve a scientist who mistook curiosity for footing.
Green Reach II supplied no magnetic north. The ship became their local anchor: nineteen on the navigation check, a hard reference against which every tire track and radio return could be measured. Jin drove south through marsh that looked level until the suspension found each hidden channel.
The crew treated most hexes as passage, not discovery. They drove, probed, marked, and kept moving. A proper survey would consume half a day; a first look could tell them where half a day was worth spending. Their ambitious ridgeline proved several days away. The world was larger than their deadline.
At the edge of drier scrub, something exhaled through the ground.
Scrubland · Geothermal field
The Rock That Snapped

From a distance it looked like a pale slab resting above a hot seep. Up close it became a three-and-a-half-meter organism: seated over the vent, hinged like an immense clam, breathing heat and thin ooze through a seam that opened and shut with deliberate force.
Kari approached on a tether and sent the sampler toward the hinge. The slab snapped. The container caught drippings. It snapped again. The thing did not turn or pursue; whatever it was doing, it belonged to one place.
The warning came from the ground. Victor saw the pressure change first. The crew cleared the seam as scalding brackish water burst through the organism and sheeted across the mineral crust. Steam erased the vehicle. When the air cleared, the slab remained above a continuing hot-water vent.
The water was mineral-rich, mildly alkaline, and potable after ordinary treatment. More slabs stood across the scrub, each associated with a hot seep. The crew had found not one curiosity but a field: water and geothermal energy close enough to the landing area to matter to a settlement.
Back at the vehicle, Victor ate the moss. Green tasted like rubbery kale; red like rubbery beet. The result was a serving of alien vegetables and no more than the digestive objection expected from unfamiliar food. On Green Reach II, even field science had an aftertaste.
Game day 24 · Near-ship survey
Everything Small Enough to Miss

Day twenty-four bought the ship another repair shift and the field team a shorter route. They stayed near the Anne Bonny, trading distant ridges for shoreline water and whatever lived where marsh met shallows.
The first hour overturned the orbital phrase no major fauna. Small amphiboids broke the surface. Bugs and slug-like grazers worked the wet margins. A triangular animal the size of a crab came up clinging to the probe by its single oversized pincer. The crew planned to keep it as a live sample.
The shoreline was not empty background between larger discoveries. It was an ecosystem at the scale the first survey had filtered out: movement under leaves, tracks in sludge, chemistry passing between mud and shell.
Farther inland, a metallic outcrop defeated the hand tools. A strong strike did not break it; it dulled the tool. Elias found a diamond-carbide core rig in the inventory, and the crew spent an hour earning one sample from material that had refused every shortcut.
They did not identify the metal in the field. The sample went back to the ship with six hours of analysis ahead of it. The record kept the uncertainty. A hard unknown was more useful than a convenient answer.
Then Kari heard two dry clicks over the radio.
Anne Bonny · Exterior
Customer States There Is Movement

At first the clicking sounded like repair noise. Bob and Clauydio paused beneath the ship. Cameras showed static, mineral scale, and two suited crew members exactly where the motion system expected them. Proximity alerts had been quieted while people worked outside. Nothing registered as out of the ordinary because the ordinary already moved.
Bob unhooked his tether and walked deeper under the hull with shield and wrench ready. Clauydio checked the live feeds. The field team turned the vehicle around and accelerated across their own tire path.
The background came down on Bob.
Four meters of low quadruped unfolded from the Anne Bonny's skin. Its camouflage kept matching the hull as it began to move, but a violet-charcoal update ripple made the false plating detectable as muscle and a broad armored head. The first impact pinned Bob beneath its weight. Nine points of damage became four spent Fortune after his suit and toughness did what they could.
A bone hook caught him when the creature struck again. It lifted him against the underside of its body and began to leave. The predator did not posture or trade threats. It had selected one thing and was trying to carry it away.
The returning vehicle was still a hex out. The fight began without most of the crew.
Under the ship · Combat
Getting Bob Back

Kari tried to launch the probe from the moving vehicle. It dropped into the mud. Jin braced the long rifle against a suspension that refused to become a firing platform and took the first shot he could justify.
The table called fourteen against Defense fourteen a miss. Later, the ruling was corrected: the shot had hit the clickshade, and its damage belonged on the predator. The correction mattered. So did the next shot, which missed the creature and struck Bob while he was still tangled against it.
Clauydio reached the hold first. His initial grapple barely pulled Bob free. Bob answered with a heavy blow that hit for thirteen and shoved the predator back. It returned, drove the hook through him again, and left him injured, wounded, and exhausted before the rest of the vehicle stopped.
The armor-piercing round took the last of Bob's mitigation. He became dying with six rounds between him and an ending no one wanted to record.
Clauydio missed the next grapple. Kari's shot went wide. The clickshade kept withdrawing with Bob. Victor crossed the distance with a sword, remembered the last point on his attack, and turned a fourteen with four stunt points into the opening they needed.
The disarm stunt did not remove the creature's weapon. It removed Bob from it. Victor threw him six meters clear and put nine damage into the thing holding him.
Game day 24 · Aftermath
Anything Not Tagged

Clauydio brought the Anne Bonny's point-defense cannon online with the crew inside its identification envelope. The weapon was built to erase incoming ship-killers, not solve a problem under the landing gear. At personal scale, two dice became one hundred ten damage.
Victor caught eleven points in the blast and spent Fortune to stay standing. The clickshade ceased to be a combatant and became a field of samples. The intact head was the largest useful piece the cannon left them.
Bob was still dying. Elias and Kari grabbed the medical kit and ran. They reached him with rounds remaining, held pressure around the puncture, sealed what could be sealed in the field, and stopped the clock. He stayed conscious, wounded, and bound for the autodoc.
The log called it the kebab incident: afternoon, day twenty-four. The joke survived because Bob did.
Afterward, the crew reprogrammed the motion system. It would continue to recognize tagged people outside the ship, but it would no longer flatten every additional movement into the same harmless background. The first attempt cost more time. The next one worked.
Preferred launch remained eighteen days away. Beneath the Anne Bonny, the ordinary hull had become one more thing the cameras would have to question.