Josh, Larry, Chuck, and Ian, Mobian Badlands The group had been in the airplane Chuck chartered for almost a whole day before they landed to refuel and rest at a small town called Kearney. “Ugh, I can barely stand up...” moaned Larry who was shakily making his way out of the plane. “It’s definitely been a long time since I’ve sat in place THAT long...” also moaned Chuck. “Well I thought the ride over was fun! And to think we’re on another continent!” Expressed the very adventurous Josh. “Thanks for the flight over Tabby, I’ll contact you over radio when we’re on our way back.” Thanked Chuck to the pilot. “Anytime Charlie! Just remember that these things ain’t got the best range on ‘em.” Replied the Pilot. “So where are we going now, Uncle Chuck?” Asked Larry. “Knothole Village, there’s something there I need to do. Now Ian I know that area isn’t really somewhere you wanna be so if you and the boys want to hang out here then I’m fine with that. I won’t be gone long...” ———————— Shard, Downunda Arriving at a dock, Shard kept a low profile and stuck to the shadows. Searching for suitable vessel... Where was it headed though? It’s tracker located a faint signature coming from another continent to the Northeast. Looking around the docks, it overheard a conversation from a captain and one of the dockworkers. “...alright, an’ where ye headn’ to?” Asked the dockworker. “Mobotropolis. It’s just some cargo for the King.” Replied the captain. “Sounds good Cap’n. Bon voyage and smooth sailn’!” Said the dockworker. Mobotropolis? That name sounds familiar. Whatever the case, it seems that ship was headed to where Shard needed to go. So it found an inconspicuous crate loaded onboard and stowed away. ———————— I have removed a conflicting part of this post to better flow with the story.