<div class="floatright">  (http://footage.framepool.com/shotimg/579599267-skeleton-coast-namib-sand-sea-tanker-ship-shipwreck-wreck.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Oasis</span><br/><br/><strong>"Fucking cross threaded gibberish piece of waste-grease!"</strong>Chase made a hoarse, feral noise of frustration, kicking at the sand as she looked around, pacing a careful pattern across the ground yet again.  The wreck loomed behind her in the fading light of the late afternoon, the rusted, twisted ribs of a Before ship stranded in the middle of the wasteland with no water in sight.  It was the only real landmark for hours, left here long ago by magic or a vanished sea, and the mechanic insisted there was a cache of supplies maintained nearby.  Unfortunately, the instructions in her ragged, coded manual seemed elusive.<br/><br/>The town of Twilight was days behind the small group; even the most adventurous of their group had never had cause to come this way, where the wastes were even more bleak than was typical.  Chase claimed she'd visited King Lot in the past, and her  ability to navigate the wastes had proven effective so far but it hadn't been perfect.<strong>"It's all differenty-wise with the low gear foot speed,"</strong>she insisted, but a few minor errors and her constant reference to a pocket book gave the sense she was following old waymarks rather than personal experience.<br/><br/>With the evening approaching and Chase's preoccupation this seems like a natural spot to settle for the night.  Even if the supplies are found, not much more travel can be accomplished before dark.  The extra time could be used to search the ship's ruins - a potential source of loot or danger, scour the open desert alongside Chase, enjoy some down time or enhance defenses.  There hadn't been much trouble so far, beyond a few run ins with wildlife, but even scorpions and jackals can be dangerous at times.