Tump grins, "So, I get the keys, huh?"

"Take Django with you.  The rest of us will be getting things set up here.  Try to get back as soon as possible.  We are on a time table now with those VH droids out and about."

Tump nods. "Alright, outlaw, let's go." He gives Django a sly grin and grabs the transport keys from Ronan.

The phrase "outlaw" causes Django to pause in his tracks for a moment. It's long been registered with him that life as he knew it had ended, but to technically be on the "wrong" side of the laws he fought to uphold for years has an odd feeling to it.

"Sure thing..". He follows Tump.

Tump, Django, and R10-AC hop in the transport and zoom off toward the first location that shows promise.  It's a massive warehouse-sized building that held bazaars, conferences, and the like back a thousand years go.  According to the information Irin added to the location file, the last known event was some kind of high-tech computer show that was interrupted by the rise of the Star Gods.  There may be promising tech there.

There is also no telling what kind of hostile inventions remain that have been down here with degrading hardware and too much firepower.

The front door of the dome is enormous, wide enough for smaller vehicles like the transport to fit through to bring in displays and inventions.  Unfortunately it appears locked and the doors are made of reinforced quadnium steel.

With their first hurdle upon them, Tump steps out of the transport to take a look at the locked doors and searches the area.

Taking a 20 to search for traps and attempt to identify the locking mechanism.

The doors are locked by an insurmountable pile of debris that has fallen from above or collected over the centuries.  It even appears as some mid-sized animal made its nest here at one time.

A sustained search of the area finally reveals a large crack in the seam of the building where it meets the ground.  The crack reveals about five centimeters of the ground floor, but opens up more into some kind of basement area.  Water and other natural invaders have made the basement a veritable swampland completely overgrown by plants, detritus, and who knows what kind of animals.

Django looks around up above them, to see if any cracks might persist up high on the building facade.

Search, take 20

There are no continuous cracks, but this building has taken some damage over the centuries.  It looks stable enough for the moment, but it would not be wise to stress the structure with any significant force.

"I suppose we could squeeze in there, but anything we find might be tricky getting out unless we find another exit."

Django sighs. "Somethin' bout having to crawl in murky water twice this week don't sit well with me. I'll take point I reckon". He pulls out his lantern and lights it, handing it to Tump to pass to him once he's inside the crack. He draws his energy pistol as well, and starts to climb through the opening.

"Well, if you've got second thoughts about it, we could scout the perimeter to find a better way in. Should only take about an hour."

"Nah, I don't care for these ruins no matter where we at in em'. I jes wanna get this over with".

The matter decided, the two men move down into the swampy basement.  The air is damp and filled with the musk of underground vegetation, mostly fungi and lichen.  Focused beams reveal dark blacks, reds, and most any color save green.  Thankfully, the water is only ankle deep for the most part.

It does not take long for the two to hear the splash of something sizable.  It is difficult to determine the exact size because of the maze of stonework and dampening effect the water and growth, but it feels to be something roughly human sized.

[Listen DC 13 - Success for both taking 10.]

Fifty meters up ahead there is a turbolift shaft or something like it.

Tump points ahead, towards the turbolift shaft. "Let's get up there before whatever that was finds us."

Django nods and continues on point, picking up his pace as he moves to the lift.

As the two move toward the shaft, whatever is lurking in the darkness notices and starts to splash after them.  It's still too far to see in the darkness, but it's getting closer more rapidly than the walking pace the two men are currently at.  It will catch them if there is no change.

The turbolift tube might also be problematic as well.  If it's not working, then whoever climbs last may end up facing the critter alone.

Django barks "Move it! and breaks out in to a sprint, with the intent of putting distance between the two and whatever is in the darkness. Once at the lift, he'll shine his light and take aim.

Tump picks up the pace and glances over his shoulder to see what might be chasing them. Hoping to slow the critter down, he drops a Stay-Put™ gel pack down behind him.

The gel does its job as a large animal covered in scaly armor, its head full of teeth, comes racing out of the dark.  It lands in the expanding pool and almost falls chin first into the stuff.  Only a strong tail and powerful forelegs prevent it.

As soon as the thing realizes its predicament it raises its head into the air and begins to hoot.

[Roll Listen or Spot DC 18 (Normally a 14 but -4 for distraction of the hooting creature.)]

Tump looks around to see what the creature might be calling, but the hooting clearly distracts him from noticing anything useful.

22:01, Today: Tump rolled 13 using 1d20+6.  Spot check.

Django is also distracted and doesn't notice anything.

05:35, Today: Django Blint rolled 9 using 1d20+6.  Spot Check.

The hooting doesn't seem to be calling much of anything as the two men back toward the turbolift.  However, something causes the hair on the back of Django's neck to rise and he ducks forward and rolls just before a long tentacle swipes at him from the turbo lift.

Several more lower out of the tube seeking a meal.  Tump and Django move away, but the creature trapped in the gel cannot.  It's hoots turn into squeals of terror as the tentacles move toward it.  They wrap around the creature and pull.  The gel holds the creature fast and the squeals become even more desperate.  There is eventually a popping and tearing sound as the tentacles remove the creature from its prison but leave behind the feet at the ankles.  A squishing and cracking sound ends the screaming as the creature is compressed enough to be pulled up into the tube.

All is silent for about five seconds before more sloshing can be heard in the water from several directions.  The sound is too numerous and overlapping to get an accurate count, but definitely more than five.

"Time to go!" Django says, quickly scanning for another way out.

Take 10 Spot check = 16

"This place is a death trap!" He looks up to see how far above him the ceiling is. "Django, your vest!"

Tump taps a few times on his boots and activates the anti-gravity field and races up to the ceiling.