[oc: session 1; Wheels Begin to Turn]

After finding a pilot and mechanic, along with Vaughn,another Tabaxi who is some kind of magic user, we set off in a rover the pilot, Kole, had access to. The vehicle sounded a little off, but my expertise is not with such things, and both pilot and mechanic, a centaur named Aponia, don't seem overly worried about it. On our way, we got overtaken by a mild sandstorm, and had to hunker down for roughly 10 hours. During this time, we discovered two other travelers had mistaken the underside of the vehicle for a small cave, and used it to hide from the storm.
 
We invited these strangers to shelter inside the rover, which proved to be the right choice almost immediately. Nemora, whom at first glance looked to be a Drow but now that I've spent more time with her, there are too many signs that set her apart from the Drow I have known in my past, as well as the more hateful Drow of (children's) stories, and Gamma, who hides himself as well as he can from view, but I am fairly certain he is some kind of construct, although he seems different from the warforms or servitude forms of constructs that were common before the collapse. It might be worth keeping these two interesting individuals around to learn more about them. What was perhaps as important was what they brought with them; two pieces of pre-collapse artifacts. One was a device that was used to start fires. The other, more interestingly, was an electronic personal navigational device containing pre-collapse maps. I have borrowed the device for research purposes, and to cross examine it with current maps to find potential hidden troves of treasure and knowledge.
 
After digging out the rover when the storm had passed, we set about our way again. During the storm, Kole had been fidgeting with the engine, and apparently fixed something, because the ride got incredibly more smoothly afterwards. In no time, we reached the location of where the crashed flying machine should be at. Of course, the sandstorm had covered it almost completely, but between myself and Nemora, we quickly located the little bit of aerial sticking out of the sand. We did not have to dig far to find more of the vehicle, but a hole in it, which might have been a blown off hatch, meant it was filled with a lot of sand. We spent quite some time digging, discovering the flying machine was far bigger than I had expected beforehand, before Nemora headed inside. I tried to be patient and wait for her to get back to us, but curiosity got the better of me quickly.