The Jonsdottir Line wasn’t needed in the end. They could all breathe a sigh of relief. There was a welcome pause to return the equipment and decompress before the captain called the meeting, letting Vigdis kind of sort out what just happened in her head. They still had no clue what was happening, where they were or who to believe, but the historical example of native Americans called for caution. But nobody died. Yet. That was a plus.
“I think we should figure out a way to ask them for samples of their food. We don’t know how long it will take to get flying again, and if at least some of their food is edible to us and we could secure a steady supply, we could even thaw out the frozen goods, gain some extra manpower and stop wasting power on the cryo pods in one go.” Technically, she wasn’t supposed to know about those, but power became a hot topic the second they realized the crash scrammed both their reactors and the pods were the first thing Chief Zhao brought up when they discussed power saving measures over lunch.

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After the meeting, Vigdis hurried to intercept the captain to apologize for sidestepping ehr authority when Ezra spooked the locals and assuring her it wouldn’t happen again before going about her duties. Despite the unforeseen developments, the day was only starting. Seeing a chance to show off one of the many reasons why keeping in humanity’s good graces might be a good idea and taking advantage of the fact that the words ‘stay’ and ‘repair’ were known, she used the two plus gestures to invite any locals that stayed near the ship to her own magic show: It started with a few trips to the storage bay and workshop to bring a fire extinguisher, a few spare welding masks for any onlookers and some hull patches - four millimeter thick rolled titanium squares and rectangles of various sizes. Then she fiddled around with the media player on her wristpad, setting it to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McSXgN2n6Xw]loudspeaker[/url]. Always work in style and comfort if possible. Using notes she’d made on the second day, the marker and a plasma cutter, she cut the patches into shape so they would fit the jigsaw puzzle that would temporarily cover the hole in the hull. Then came the main number of the show - the tungsten electrode inert gas arc welder.

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With the first panel in place, everyone who stuck around would receive a palm-sized scrap of the titanium patches left over after cutting them onto which she wrote the recipient’s name with the welder, or her best guess of how to write the names in latin script based on how they sounded to her, doing her best to explain what it was by pointing and repeating names. She took great care to take the high oxygen environment into account, despite the fact that these welds would not be holding pressure, and a little over nine hours later plus lunch, what had been a hole in the hull that accidentally facilitated first contact with three separate species was once again a wall.

With the work outside done, Vigdis borrowed some quarantine sheets from the medical bay and secured them to the sides of the damaged ramp with the aid of liberal amounts of duct tape to create a temporary seal. The damaged ramp would have to wait, there were more pressing problems to sort out. After waiting for the life support system to normalize the air inside the now sealed shuttle bay so she could work without setting everything on fire and civvies could start cleaning up and organizing the space according to the officers’ wishes, it was another two hours of reinforcing the patched wall and then adding a second layer inside that would actually act as the pressure hull. Work done well called for a beer. Being marooned sucked.

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Vigdis spent the short remainder of the work day going over the ship’s power grid centimeter by centimeter, looking for any damaged wiring where they could be wasting power to heat losses. Come evening, they weren’t even halfway done when they clocked out. Vigdis stole a few minutes to sit atop the Jotunheim and watch the sunset, this time with a breathing mask. She didn’t want to breathe in the invigorating, oxygen rich mixture before going to sleep, thinking the day’s events would make it hard to fall asleep anyway. Tomorrow, Zhao would take over the power grid unless something more pressing demanded her attention and Vigdis would help Varen with engine checks. That was going to be grim, ultimately deciding if they would ever return home or die on this strange new world.