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As the days went by at the Glen camp, Silbermine grew inpatient. Despite his initial rhetorical approach, he wasn’t stupid. The Castigator and that rabble had got there first and had made it very clear they didn’t want to share. The hilly terrain favoured the agile Tekeri form over hulking Glen knights. When you factored in unknowns like that burning tree and who the Humans would support (if anyone), a fight between the two sides could go either way. Silbermine didn’t have enough loyal Glen to just throw them away in a pricey skirmish.

No - His father had taught Gesith the virtue of patience. Even if the Castigator had sent a life mage back as a flying bird to raise an army, the mountains of the Ascendency made it difficult to mobilise large forces quickly. Keraknúr by contrast was just a couple of days away for a determined Glen. Silbermine hoped that enough supporters would turn up to force Nellara to give them access to these new arrivals. He was desperate to learn about them, and whether they would be his champions in the Running.

As they hadn’t packed enough food for a prolonged stay, most of Silbermine’s retinue foraged the forested hillside during the day. The rest watched the Jotunheim, its inhabitants and the Tekeri camp from a distance. Most were unlearned, but dutifully recounted everything they saw to Silbermine as best they could.

It was on the morning of the seventh day that one of the Glen-at-arms dashed back into camp while Silbermine was performing his ablutions.

“My lord! The Humans and the Tekeri are talking.”

Silbermine looked up, then put the wash rag back into the bowl of cold water and exited the tent bare chested. The warrior servant bowed down in reverence before continuing.

“I heard them. I thought they were speaking in tongues like before. But the things they carry speak!”

Glen had excellent hearing. In the right conditions, they could pick up the specifics of conversations from hundreds of yards away.

Silbermine locked eyes with Sir Sweven as they lifted the flap on their much smaller tent. You could have chiselled their faces from granite.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes milord. I watched them all and the Humans were speaking S’toric. It seemed to come from a brooch they wore.”

“Very well. Fetch my caparison, quickly!”

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Lord Silbermine led Sir Sweven and four Glen-at-arms into the clearing that now surrounded the Jotunheim and approached the Humans and other K-A natives while they conversed. He wasn’t dressed in his ornate armour from last time, but rather a dark blue caparison emblazoned with his standard in white, a grizzled mountain tree with a bird of prey perched atop it. To not wear any armour in this situation was a clear signal that Silbermine wanted to talk, rather than fight. His followers had some armour, but not a full suit. One of the Glen carried a chest on their back.

“Good morrow! We wish to break bread and talk!” Silbermine called.

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The thirty-ish civilians who’d sheltered in the Jotunheim before takeoff were largely still wearing the clothes they’d arrived in. The ship didn’t have enough spare uniforms for everyone. Most had dressed for the cold Norwegian weather, with jumpers, hats, gloves and boots featuring quite prominently. Zey supposed that was a good thing - better to be wrapped up warm than only have a Hawaiian shirt and trunks.

Zey took her cue from Mallory.

“And I’m Zeynap Kadıoğlu, your Captain. We’re also here to listen to any concerns or suggestions you may have.”

In the end, Zey and Mallory were rarely conducting interviews at the same time. Someone needed to run the ship; there was a near constant stream of questions and status reports that needed answering. An exercise that the Captain hoped would take one day ended up taking two.

It seemed to her that the initial adrenaline and shock of the crash was wearing off, and their surprise passengers were now experiencing exhaustion (from cramped conditions), anger (that they couldn’t go outside) and fear (that they were stuck on an unknown planet in a wrecked vessel). Zey had more than a couple heated conversations with men and women who thought they knew better than her and the crew.

No, they couldn’t fly without operational reactors.

No, they couldn’t all just go camping outside to ‘get out from under each others’ feet’.

No, she couldn’t make a special exemption just for them.

She also had good conversations with ordinary people who were happy that someone was in charge, and were tentatively optimistic. They wanted to get home and see their families, and were ready to get stuck in to make that happen.

Zey took all everyone’s feedback on board, then gave them some insight into what was going to happen next. In order to get everyone home safe as quickly as possible, all able bodied people would work shifts. They would obey commands from their supervisor and the command crew at all times. It could be dangerous at times, but they would receive appropriate training, and Zey assured them it wouldn’t be more dangerous than remaining on this world for good.
After fielding a few questions about the work, Zey turned the interview back towards them. What was their skill set? What did they do for work? After combining her notes with Mallory’s list, they had the final tally - 29 civilian souls:

Spaceport cargo loaders x 2
Hangar attendant
Chemical Engineer (was heading to the Moon to help set up a new food factory)
Lunar mining equipment mechanic
Ethical hacker (knowledge of AI) - Broken leg
Archaeologists x 3
Nordic metal band members x 3
Landscape designer for the Martian rich and powerful
Lunar colony architect (head injury)
Solar energy farm engineer - focused more on sales
Marketing consultants & project managers x 3
Investment analyst x 2
Decentralised finance infrastructure engineer - Gunshot wound to shoulder
Gene editor (and mother to an 8 year old boy on board) - Venusian
Mining equipment manufacturing line supervisor (and father to a 9 year old girl on board)
Estate agent
Senior Claims Adjuster - Crisis Management, Cyber and M&A
VR game designer
Artist and graphic designer

One of the passengers who had been in critical condition since the crash died on the fourth day, and two more followed on the fifth day. Zey asked for them to be put on ice in available cryo pods for the time being - she wasn’t certain the natives wouldn’t dig up their dead again during the night.

On Crash+6, Zey reconnected with Eva @TinyKiwi about an important assignment. Getting their eyes and ears back was becoming too pressing to ignore. Once trenches had been dug, they were to head to the summit of the hill and set up the Jotunheim’s one remaining portable sensory array and comms relay (the others had fallen out somewhere over the marshes). They would set up two cameras (that was all they could spare) with a live link to monitor the site remotely.

If they could set that up successfully, the crew could begin building a detailed map of the area, identify mineral resources and increase their communications range.

On the morning of Crash+7, communications resumed with the locals who had camped nearby. Zey was on top of the Jotunheim, safely secured with a harness. She was surveying the damage and extent of repairs so far when a request from one of the aliens came through. They wanted to discuss Human biology.

“Is that the one that can’t decide what type of bird it wants to be? It's not asking to cut anyone up is it? What does it want to know?” Zey turned around to look at the camp down on the ground. A spidery mechanical drone clanked past.

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@Eviledd1984 Thank you for you character sheet! You're accepted as our new machinist. Welcome

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Thanks for this @Expendable! I agree with all of those bits. I'll create an inventory hider on the original post and start to expand by room when i get time. If anyone else has a good view on what sorts of things we'd have access to, i'd be very interested in hearing from you

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In the light of morning on Crash+4, Tyreese Darnell brought Ezra some breakfast. Fastening flash gear over a plate carrier and a mask over his face, the large suited man gingerly stepped past the wall of crates and the plastic sheeting while clutching an MRE.

It was the first time he’d ventured away from the safety of the ship since they crashed. For three days previously he’d paced, swore, agitated and generally been a bit of a nuisance. Gradually, the stress of the crash had worn off and the bruise on the back of his head had gone down. He’d stopped feeling sick too. Now, he’d finally drummed up the courage to go outside.

The vista that greeted him was absolutely stunning. There had been a light rain during the night, so all the grass that hadn’t been scorched glistened with dew. The fog was gone, leaving a majestic view down the hill towards the marshes and lake on the horizon. A few small rocks tumbled down the side when he kicked them.

Tyreese couldn’t actually see Ezra, so he opened comms.

“Ezra, food for you here.”

No reply.

Perplexed, Tyreese skirted the Jotunheim’s hull until he was facing the massive primary thrusters. He looked around again. There was a camp nearby where the aliens had set up shop. He avoided them and went instead to the droid that stood guard.

“Where is Ezra?” He asked the robot.

“Opposite end.” It whispered back in Wodan’s voice.

So Darnell traipsed back along the port side of the craft and looked up the hill. He saw another droid stationed near a clutch of bushes, and so walked up.
The ground was moderately slushy underfoot, where the ash of burning shrubbery had mixed back with water. Darnell tutted at the shit now adorning his Oxford shoes, but pressed on.

The droid’s upper bod swivelled to face him as he approached. It cradled a long gun, whirring softly.

“Where is Ezra?”

It pointed, and the mercenary’s IFF tag pinged blue in Darnell’s fake eye augment. A prone outline of the man cut through the bush leaves.

“Thanks. Ezra!” Darnell called.

“He is resting.” Wodan spoke through the droid, rather superfluously. Ezra jerked instantly awake, pulled his sidearm and pointed it at Darnell in one movement. He put his hands up, MRE in one of them.

“Hey, it's me. I brought you food. Sorry, did I wake you?”

Ezra holstered the gun but stayed prone, checking his watch.

“No. Thanks.” He lightly clapped his gloved hands together and then cupped them out. Darnell understood the motion and chucked the MRE through the bush towards him. Ezra caught it and began opening it up.

“The drones can deliver these.” He said before his first bite.

“I fancied stretching my legs. The scenery is beautiful isn’t it?”

“How goes work on repairs?”

“I’m no expert, but it seems there is a lot to do.”

Some of the Wodan and Eva’s drones skittered over the hull even now, analysing issues and welding things together.

“You’d better get back to helping them.”

“Listen, Ezra, I’m sorry you’re stuck here with the rest of us.” It felt weird for Darnell, apologising to someone who was essentially a contractor. But he needed this guy on side.

“But look around. This is an inhabitable planet that isn’t Earth, and we’re the ones who discovered it! The opportunity before us is gigantic.”

Tyreese kinda expected Ezra to respond there, but he didn’t.

“Do you have a family?” Darnell asked, changing tack.

Another pause.

“Yes.”

“When we get back, you’ll be able to tell them you helped colonise a New Earth. Give them a life they could never dream of.

“We will be killed before then. I should leave, take supplies and hide until it's over.”

Darnell’s face fell.

“We can survive, Ezra. But we need you. If I can get back in one piece to make my recommendation, Tamerlane will be very appreciative of your help in this matter.”

The figure in the bushes looked right at him, the MRE motionless in his hands.

“One million per day.”

Darnell laughed out loud.

“That was for your whole team’s services!”

“Now I protect whole ship by myself. One million.”

“Two hundred thousand.”

“Seven fifty.”

“Three hundred.”

“Five.”

“Three fifty.”

“Five hundred thousand per day.”

“That is an extortionate long term rate.”

“I leave tomorrow then.”

“Ok fine. Deal. But you work for me, ok? Not the Captain. If I don't get back alive, Tamerlane would rather kill you than pay you that much.”

“I’d like to see them try.”

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"Did you gland during the crash? It looks like there was a malfunction with your implant. The mixture didn't distribute correctly and didn't shut off properly either. You have a bit of swelling in your brain and around your cervical spine between C3 and 4. I can program a countermeasure to reduce the swelling but longer term we'll need to run a full diagnostic on your gland, neural lace and nervous system.

Zey sighed. She tried to move her head but the cable was still plugged in and the feeling of that was beyond awful. So the Captain remained perfectly still.

"Ok doc, thanks. How long?"

"20 minutes, give or take. We caught this early enough to prevent lasting damage - It could have become much worse."

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Iris & Zey

Iris made a brisk pace through the corridors of Jotunheim bumping into a few civilians, and techs, with little regard, mumbling as she went. This is single handedly one of the most important things that mankind has come across, and for some reason, only after a few days have passed, did they think it would be pertinent to wake me their chief biologist. I approached the bridge and came to an abrupt stop at the doors that did not open at first. Iris huffed and looked the doors up and down, but before she had long to look them over they started to open. “Thank you.” she scoffed under her breath as she entered.

As she stepped in she was met with only two people being on the bridge, Dr.Feng the head Medical Examiner, and her person of interest Captain Kadıoğlu. “Captain.” she snapped with a slightly aggravated tone. She looked to the doctor who was putting some things away then back to Zey. Taking a few more steps to close the distance between them she began. “Pardon me Doctor Feng, but I need to talk with the captain for a moment, can we finish up whatever this is?”

Feng stared at Iris for a moment, then walked by her, nodding as he went.

"By all means. Welcome to the party, Doctor. "

Zey stood looking intensely at Iris as she came in. Her arms were folded.

"Doctor Lambert, welcome to Kanth-Amerek. Your cryo gave out at one hell of a time. What's your status?" The Captain's words were cordial but her tone wasn't.

“Richard did well at stabilising me.” Iris started in with formalities, and pulled up her tablet as she continued explaining. “The lab is in much a similar state as the rest of the ship with a few of the machines needing some work before they are operable again.” Iris’ tone was matter-a-fact and almost accusatory with the last part. “Edward is continuing to sort through the equipment that had not been prepared for jump, and as we are on the topic of our jump; why would we have waited to wake up the chief biologist when we are making continued contact with alien lifeforms the likes of which would be extremely important to begin studying!” She raised her voice a bit and emphasised the last part further with unwavering eye contact while pointing indirectly as if the windows of the bridge were an opening to the new planet. “Every moment lost is a major setback in progress towards understanding them, and finding out crucial information that could lead to massive scientific advancement.”

“Cryo isn’t as simple as flicking a switch and you’re back in the room, Doctor. We didn’t exactly have the luxury of waiting for you.” Zey shot back, meeting Iris’ stare.

“Wodan has taken extensive video and audio recordings of the natives; you have clearance for those. It is now going to work on a translation program. One of the newcomers can read thoughts and so interface directly, apparently.” Her face was taut - while this prospect would excite some of the crew, including potentially Iris, she didn’t like the idea of a mind reading alien outside.

“I don’t need to remind you that your responsibilities don’t end at intelligent life. We also need to figure out if their food is safe for us to consume. We have enough rations on board for 24 people to last two years - we now number nearly 60. We’re working on getting back to Earth, but that could take some time.”

Zey took a step closer to Iris. She could smell the chemicals on her body from the forced sleep.

“That means we’re stuck together, like it or, as in my case, not. This isn’t one of your sick experiments either - this is real. Good people can die from the slightest mistake here; you may be OK with that, but I'm not. So if I catch a whiff of any bullshit from you, anything at all, I won’t wait for a trial on Earth. Am I making myself crystal clear?”

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After this latest interaction between the crew and the natives, Zey had a quick catch up with Mallory in the corridor, then called another crew meeting. Ezra was dialled in so he could listen while still on watch.

She announced Wodan’s plan to create a translation algorithm, and reiterated what Mallory had said about knowledge being their main leverage. The natives weren’t stupid - they could see and had mentioned how much more advanced their tech was. Zey wanted to give them enough information to understand what Humans were and some parts of their history (maybe putting a positive spin on things). But the recipe for gunpowder? Under no circumstances were they to divulge that information. They had to just hope that this lizard mind reader was too confused by their new and unexplored brains to find that stuff out already.

Zey then outlined her priorities while the translation software was underway. First, they were to build some defences outside of the Jotunheim. The next few weeks were still very uncertain; they had to be prepared to defend their home. Nothing fancy to begin with, just a fortification which had existed for thousands of years in Human history - the trench. The crew appeared to have vastly superior firepower over these aliens, but they were so few that only a dozen lucky arrows could devastate them. The ship was on a hillside, so Zey suggested that Eva @TinyKiwi and her suit plus robots would be the best placed to lead the excavation, with input from Ezra on positioning.

The Captain then introduced the newly awoken Dr Lambert to the crew. Some of them would have met her before, but mostly she had been kept in the background until after launch. Zey allowed Iris to highlight her qualifications, then explained her task of investigating the Natives’ food and biology.

Third, Zey proposed sealing the shuttle bay and setting it up as a living area for the passengers. Three days in, they were all scared and angry, and had taken many opportunities to stop crew members in the hall to voice those concerns. Zey made it clear her desire to move them to more permanent lodgings rather than the temporary set up in the mess hall. The telescopic docking ramp would be deployed to create a primary point of egress, and she wanted some sort of reception area set up outside to receive visitors.

Lastly, she announced that after an initial delay, herself and Mallory would be interviewing the civilians individually. This was firstly to try to assuage their many concerns. It was also to understand their skillsets, with a view to eventually assigning them roles. Zey warned everyone in the room to expect a request to train or supervise this new workforce in the coming days.

Despite everyone’s exhaustion and the relatively late hour, the meeting was lively. Lots of back and forth showed that the crew was utterly invested in the process, which is sort of what Zey wanted. She wasn’t a dictator, regardless of how the chain of command worked. She knew that her team were experts, and should be allowed to input into the priorities. By the end of the meeting, she was absolutely exhausted. Zey made her way back to her cabin and rested, letting the cocktail that Feng had put together work its magic.

Over the next few days, the Jotunheim was a hive of activity. Zey certainly felt better from that next morning, but carried on having daily check ups with Dr Feng. A more thorough X-ray and diagnostic was scheduled for Day 10. The med bay was still busy, and Zey didn't want to add to the team's woes.

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so, how far does the telescoping ramp on the starboard side extend?

Does it only go straight across, or can it change its angle?

@Expendable

It is flexible

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Zey distractedly followed the proceedings on screen while waiting for Feng. It was alarming to somehow now understand a lot more of what was being said, at least at a subconscious level. She figured out from the transcript that this 'Gar'Tan' was some kind of psychic mediator.

After a while she accessed comms for everyone in the shuttle bay to weigh in:

"Yeah, someone please get one of the civilians to talk to this lizard. I'll make the announcement but it is Mallory's pick. Then get that thing out of our heads. We're all finished if Tamerlane finds we've leaked proprietary info. I don't care if the locals don't understand right now; give them enough time and they will learn. General information for an encyclopaedia is fine - try to find out as much about these people as you can."

Right after, she switched to ship-wide comms, excluding the shuttle bay.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We need a civilian to help talk to our new friends. Please volunteer at the shuttle bay entrance for +25% rations."

She then switched back to the shuttle bay, leaning back in her seat as Feng stepped onto the Bridge.

"I've sent the announcement. Take your pick. Also, see if any know where our shuttle landed, i'm signing off for 10."

Zey span around in her command chair to greet Feng.

"Thanks for coming Doc. Wodan, stop recording in here and lock the bridge."

"How can I help, Captain?" The doctor asked tiredly. He was dressed in scrubs and gloves, mildly marked in blood. He had his bag with him.

Zey sighed, not looking him in the eye.

"I whited out this morning, after the stand-off. Vomit, disorientation, and now my chem gland is sore."

Feng looked concerned, but nodded confidently and knelt down the rummage in his bag.

"I'm glad you've told me. I have a neck port diagnostic machine in here somewhere."

"Let's not go mad, last time I used one of those things I lost two hours. Something about my neural net."

"Not to worry, if your install is standard it should be simple. Let me see."

Zey got down from her chair and knelt on the deck plate facing away from Feng. Right away the cold metal touch of the diagnostic cords rubbed against her neck, giving her goosebumps.

"Ok, here we go. Plugging in 3…"

Feng plugged into the port straight away. Zey's face involuntarily looked to the ceiling and all air exited her lungs. Her pupils dilated to black pools and she was transported back 20 years, to just before she was augmented.

She was 16, a thin and awkward girl, following her parents while engrossed in her holopad. It was very loud. A hot smell of sweat and eart pervaded her nostrils. They were passing a long, winding queue of people with suitcases and diplomatic cases in the front courtyard of some embassy. A huge crowd of protesters screamed and yelled from the other side of a high wall. Hands shook the wrought iron gates. Gusts of wind from the aircraft engines blew cyclones of red sand up towards the blazing sun.

"It says here they are blockading the spaceport and the senate building." Zey called to her parents in front. Her mother didn't turn but her father did.

"Don't worry my love. Your mother is on the phone to her work, they are sending something called NavSpecWar to help us. Everything will be fine." Her father matched Zey's pace and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He sounded stressed. Zey could make out a chant from over the wall.

"No to F-T-L! No to F-T-L! NO TO FTL!"

Then another voice yelled from much closer.

"Halt ESA FTL research!"

Another chimed in from somewhere across the line of passengers. Father's grip on her shoulder tightened.

"Humans belong in Sol!"

A final voice shrilly screeched.

"The Cradle signal is a trap! Do not answer it!"

Zey's ears popped as a chain of explosions billowed across the courtyard. the shockwave knocked her straight to the cobblestones. Her father scrambled on top of her before someone grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up again.

"Zeynap!"

"Captain, Captain answer me please." Feng said loudly and urgently. Zey's eyes rolled forward again, and her face lowered to look at the floor. she breathed heavily.

"I'm here, I'm here." Zey murmured, shakily wiping away the water welling in the duct of both eyes.

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Zey patted Mallory supportively on the shoulder as he passed her on his way off the Bridge. As soon as the doors closed behind him, she collapsed into the Captain's chair, and it spun her round to face her command interface.

She'd felt the tension burning off her XO, but ultimately someone had to take charge of whatever was happening on the ground. She'd done it last time, and now it was up to him. Zey also needed the bridge to herself so she could monitor the situation without giving away how unwell she felt. Thankfully Anselm was helping out with the passengers and Newmont was off shift, so she was alone up here. Apart from Wodan, of course.

She drank deeply from the sippy bottle she'd taken from her quarters, and gingerly felt the chem port on the back of her neck. It was quite tender. Zey didn't fancy running diagnostics by herself with everything else going on, so she connected with Feng privately.

"Doctor, come to the bridge when you have a minute please."

The Captain then turned her attention to the variety of windows that Wodan had carefully arranged across her screen. One was a collage of camera angles from inside the shuttle bay and outside. Another wasoan audio feed with a rolling transcription and annotation. Small digital folders contained a dossier that the AI was building on all the aliens, as well as the crew members. The most intriguing was this colossal lizard character who had shown up with some others. It seemed to somehow understand how their cameras worked.

Despite her sore neck, Zey felt a chill run down her spine.

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On Ezra's command, while the Kanth-Amerek natives were chatting among themselves and with the Humans outside the shuttle bay, Wodan's two Jotuns (as it had affectionately nicknamed them) moved into line of sight. They kept their distance, and walked as innocuously and quietly as they could to avoid startling the locals. They still focused part of their sensory arrays towards the ship's aft, though there was now a small blind spot in the Ertiseda direction.

Some animal called in the distance, and a few of the smaller bushes rustled. Ezra looked around with night vision active in the dusk but couldn't see anything.

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@Master Crim Its not, don't worry! Excited to see what Iris gets up to...