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Sam brings the cruiser in slowly, keeping the ship just below the ridge line.
As they get within feet of the ground Reynolds opens the door and drops to the soft, heather covered hillside.
The sprint to the top leaves him breathless and takes marginally longer than expected. He looks back and in the shadows sees the lithe figure of Magnos closing in. He signals for Sam to go airborne again.
Peering back into the valley, lit with numerous fires now, he tries to take in what is happening.

What did I see? Spot roll = 14+11=25

From their landing place upon a hill it was hard to see clearly however he could pick out the sounds of men shouting and gunfire, to his left green luminscence flared within the clouds and men in armored suits held aloft by green lozenges upon their backs swept in over the fen.
Lady Magnos unslung a pair of carbines and handed one to Reynolds, concentrating he noted that the gunfire was concentrated at the north east end of the shallow valley, the smell of burning coal, wood and less savory cooking wafted their way.

A small explosion occurred on to their left which they soon identified was the wreckage of the train, dozens of fires burned along its length as well as improper scattered conflagrations across the fen.

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Following Lord Reynolds initial orders she brought the cruiser up through the low lying cloud bank, watching as green flashes descended to the ships starboard bow, he started as a figure silently stepped from behind him, it was the man he had seen earlier completely alabaster white of complexion.
Wordlessly the man swung himself into the gunnery alcove and started to depress a number of levers and switches, as they broke through the ceiling of the cloud bank Sam hissed spying the source of the green lights.

Certainly no Royal Navy Dreadnaught the Zeppelin before them was still big enough, having disgorged the last of its payload towards the ground.
"Dawn and buggerations" cursed Sam

Scanning the scene Reynolds picked out a course through the darkness towards the carriages.

The old Laird would undoubtedly have been travelling in first class, that seemed the obvious place to look. If he wasn’t there, then that would likely mean the old fellow had likely escaped.

Reynolds felt sure that he would expect able to determine the most likely course the Laird would have taken given the outlook from that vantage point.

He’d move in short bursts, keeping to the darkness and cover as much as possible. With a nod to his companion he dashed over the brow of the hill towards a dark patch of ground he hoped indicated a hollow.

Magnos frowned as the English Lord seemed to literally vanish into thin air.

Reynolds slipped through the heather down into a hollow on the edge of clearing, as he settled into the darkness he noted reinforcements settling on the ground.

Lord Reynolds wrote:Are the reinforcements human or mechanoid?

GM wrote:They appear to be armored humans

Frowning at the inconvenience the additional attackers were going to cause him he glanced about for any sign of the old Laird. He doubted there would be any but there was always some ludicrous quirk of chance that the old boy would randomly stumble into the hollow Reynolds now hid in.
After a few moments looking around he suddenly realised that Lady Magnos had not joined him.
Right now, he decided, she would have to fend for herself. He had a suspicious feeling that she would be able to handle herself in this situation. That realisation made him warm to her more.
"Come on old boy," he whispered, "mind back on the game!"

Perception roll = 13+17 =30