Search and Rescue
Out of deference to his compatriot, the heavily scarred Dog pulled out the keyboard so she could see him entering his assumptions. “We have their landing site and a decent topographical understanding of the surrounding area. A fully loaded earth pony can travel at a sustained pace of about 11 kilometers per hour. Adjusting based on terrain as a function of slope, we get something like this.” As he entered his parameters the computer filled out a rough circle. “They should be in this area, actually significantly inside unless they traveled far longer each day than I expected. We can further narrow it down since we knew they were headed towards the apparent ceremony.” He cropped the area into something that roughly pointed towards the ziggurat they were aimed at. “Plus, the major area where caves could be expected would be this range right” He dropped a targeting reticle onto the screen “here.”
"By the time we get to any caves, they'll have moved on. It'd be best for us to keep on the run. If we stop, anything could happen," she said, then trotted towards the bow of the shuttle.














