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SS Sojourner

Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted by Commander Heather Grace (Executive Officer/Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted by Mar. Captain Wulf Baumann (MACO CO) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return
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El shifted over closer to where the Commander was at to unconsciously join her ‘team’. She swept her eyes over the territory in the direction of where the coring was going on but it was still out of sight. Were it a couple hundred meters like they said it should be visible. Perhaps it was farther out than that and Cullins was distance challenged. Well they would just have to hike there and do some pulling while the soldiers walked the perimeter. Were it coming up to dusk, El wondered whether the big cats would be out prowling too. Well, they should be there and back before that would happen. In a consideration of what they would be doing, El momentarily slipped away to find three pairs of gloves from the kit boxes; it would not do to be pulling cable with bare hands at least not that far.
- El, Eng

One of the NE’s mumbled something in Heather’s ear.

“What?”

He mumbled something again a little bit louder. Heather just turned to look at him for a second before she used her open hand to slap the computer station pretty hard. With a blink it adjusted it’s readings.

“Never mind. The probe seems to be a couple hundred meters,” she studied the screen again, “that way. Captain Baumann, Lt Kurata, Ensign Serinde , with me. Captain, have the MACO’s do a perimeter sweep and then help get the shuttle pod loaded. I want this area clear and the pod ready to depart when we get back, understood?”

Looking around Heather popped open her scanner as she picked up her bag again. “Let’s go.”

Putting actions to words, she headed towards the probe.

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

El waited through the reiteration of the orders and wondered whether the planet was affecting more than just a coring drill. Was it affecting their scanners now? As they walked El’s mind silently calculated the additional weight potential of the coring and cable with the additional gravity of this world. While it was not a great increase it was enough to affect weight and in that regard amplify their own efforts. it was one thing to walk and move about - something that was felt after a day of climbing about in caves and hills and another thing to be lifting weights. Still, if Cullins was as blase about needing to lift things as he was then it couldn’t be ‘that’ hard to do or else he would have tried suggesting to reverse the roles and bring a MACO or two along for this. Certainly they had Lt Kurata along, and she was an engineer and could mock something up to automate it or at least affect a pulley to ease the lift. All that said it should be workable, she mused.

Their boots rustled in the short grass. She noticed that the blades were a little broader, perhaps a reaction to the higher gravity. Dust that they kicked up seemed to hang more sluggishly in the air. Even with the coming of the end of the day El could feel the cooler air coming up with the breeze. That would help them in their efforts. Casually she opened a package of some kind of nuts from the ration pack and chewed on them as they walked. It wasn’t far so she didn’t pull out anything that would take time to eat. “Lt,” she said to Kenzo. “Your name suggests Japanese. Did you grow up there?”

El, Eng

Once the group was underway to where the probe drill was setup, the forest about them seemed still and quiet. The air seemed cooler too likely though only due to the lack of more direct sunlight reaching the more shadowed areas here. Pushing through some bushes the group came to the improvised clearing the NEs earlier had setup where the core drill probe station was at. The main fusion cell box and rigging was all in place and undisturbed, but the soft blinking red light showed a beep series of error codes. El could see the two codes flashing would mean ‘probe cell power failure’ and ‘probe communication error’. The rigging for pulling the probe back up also showed a similar error that the riggings power cell was dead, which should nearly be impossible in such a short time! The cells were meant to last almost two days or so. This meant either something cause d the probe and/or the rigging’s cells to burn through their power faster then expected or something else caused it to drain. In the case of the first this could be explained by encountering say tougher materials to bore through but least by scans that didn’t seem to be the case, as for the second option well who knew? Either way they would have to lug up the 300 some ft cable/probe by hand.

GM CockRoach

The coolness was nice to a degree. She was never that excited about ‘cool’. While she had grown a little used to it while in England where cool was a part of the culture, as was wet. At least they had tea to make a positive. El would have preferred a landing in a tropical zone but it was not hers to make. She tugged her jacket a little tighter; the walk and the slightly added effort from the gravity not being enough to warm her up to not noticing. The trees and bushes looked like they could have been somewhere on Earth. It was easy to be lulled into a sense that they were simply on another portion of Earth that she had not yet been to. Which, as El thought, was most of it. The sunlight dappled over her face as she moved under the trees, the shadow of the leaves speckling the ground like freckles.

El’s eyes flickered over the skeletal drilling rig. Looking like a miniature of an old drilling rig, it’s spiked feet secured in the ground trampled flat around it from the crew that set it up. Cabling was from a spindle to one side set to auto dispense as the drill head burrowed downward. Off to the side were the slag like remains of the run off from the drill that had not been pulverized and rid of. Opposite that was a stool, camp table and computer display that logged the information from the drilling, the sensors within the drill head transmitting strata identification, mineralization, depth and thickness of the strata and so on. Right now it just looked still and soundless apart from some light beeping. A gazebo like tent cover was over that in the event of ‘weather’.

She circled the unit. No outward damage. Nothing failed mechanically up this way that she could see. The display was another story. Error messages. She sat on the stool. It wobbled, uneven on the ground. “Communications failure. Probe power fail.” She checked another side alarm message. “Rigging power cell failure.” She had overheard a couple of the NE techs talking as the shuttle was being unloaded, something about whether they’d be there past the two days of the battery life. “These should have been good for two days,” she said. That was it. There was nothing to do beyond pulling up the cable and drill. If there had been another battery pack she was sure Cullins would have mentioned it.

El tapped at the screen. “Running a timeline diagnostic of what data we have - a side by side comparison of drill depth with battery charge. That might help explain if it ran into a lot of tough spots or got stuck somewhere or when it started draining badly.” She glanced at the rigging power cell. “I don’t know why that failed but shy of getting a shuttle to bring down another battery pack we’re pulling. Letting the diagnostic run while we pull.” She glanced at the Commander in case she had anything more to say or look for on the computer.
- El, Eng

The MACOs did a perimeter sweep, scanning for any sign of intelligent life. Once done, they reconvened at the rig and set up positions to keep watch.

MACO

“For once I feel like we should head the warnings and not wait for the shuttle to come back with another battery pack. So I guess we are pulling. Everyone grab the line, Ensign you have the lead. Let us know when to start pulling.”

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

“Aye, Commander,” El said. She followed the trace of the cable that supported the drill. It was a light line composed of a wire mesh. Within that housing, El suspected, would be the cable for the sensor network to transmit the information up and allow for real time adjustments provided it was attended to. Or, in this case, left on automatic as it was a shotgun method of prospecting. They could finesse in later samples. In theory the winch should have a manual set of levers in the event of a failure to draw it back up. El studied the beast. It was small, portable and yes, there was a way but it was not as easy as if it had a powered help to it.

She finessed with the winch then opened one of the crates that that had held the equipment and fussed about until she came up with two cranks that looked not unlike an old car jack appliance. Affixing them to each side of the winch she opened a small operating panel looking for the manual release switch. Finding it she pushed the button that dropped it from powered control to manual. Turning to the other two she squatted by the beast and pointed. “It’s on manual. Two can use this at a time here, one on each side. The pulley system is pretty inefficient but at least on manual it has a lock so we won’t drop it.” She was putting on her gloves. “I’ll be at the hole and helping on the pull while you two work the crank.” Shuffling over to position at the hole El found her position and gripped the taut line. Looking back she waited for the others to get ready. “On three. One .. two .. three,” she said, then pulled ..
El, Eng

OOC: I did take some engineering liberty in thinking there would be some manual backup like a crank .. Gene

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