MARS Deserts of Mars

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  1. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    Sol peaked above the great dunes on the horizon, bathing MCRB Persephone in a warm orange glow. The base was stirring, it’s population of hard working Martians going about their morning rituals, some starting their shifts, others finishing them and collapsing into their bunks for a well earned rest. It did not take long for the whole base to be bathed in the morning sunlight, and when the last wisps of the night faded to oblivion the morning reveille sounded across loudspeakers, in quarters, echoing across the three airstrips that dominated the base and bouncing off the great barrier walls that surrounded it, keeping the encroaching sand at bay.

    Karen Ashoka also stirred from her meditation, sitting cross legged on a mesa a few hundred metres from the base’s main gate. Even in the thin (but not as thin as it once was) atmosphere of Mars, her ears could pick up the distant rousing tune of the reveille, drifting over the dunes towards her, beckoning her to return. She sat for a few moments more, taking in the sunrise. She hated being indoors, under domes, in tunnels. She tried to get out of the structures her people had built as often as possible, preferring to spend her time amongst the landscape of her homeworld, watching storms roll across the plains, storms that one day may bear rain, watching the dunes grow, shift and collapse in the ever present breeze. Always watching. There was a peace to this place, an emptiness. Only the sounds from the nearby base and the occasional roar of an aircraft or starship broke the serenity.

    Karen had been told and shown, many times, the cramped squalor her distant relatives lived in, across the great expanse of space, back on Earth. She remembered clearly the videos in school of verdant green forests reduced to giant favelas as far as the eye can see. She remembered broadcasts of ecological collapse, replayed on their terminals through high school, the oceans going sterile through constant acidification, the destruction of their rainforests, the melting of their polar ice caps leading to the flooding of thousands of cities across the globe, resulting in mass migration, famine, war. Mars was different, Mars was a blank slate on which her people had decided many years ago to grow a garden. The terraforming effort had dominated their culture, until Earth finally unified under the banner of the United Nations and turned its eyes to Mars.

    The years following the second rise of the UN were overshadowed by the constant fear of war. Earth crept ever closer, leveraging its enormous population and resources in the construction of a fleet capable of subduing its wayward colony. The Martian Congress saw this for what it was, an attempt to scare them into towing the line, in response the terraforming effort was put on hold to the despair of the majority of the population. The atmosphere was still not even close to breathable, one could inhale a few breaths but would not be able to stand afterwards, there was widespread outrage and anger, anger which the Martian government successfully harnessed as it put it’s industry on a war footing, using the hate and fury of its people to build its own navy, one capable of withstanding not only the UN, but any future aggressor.

    The result was that generations later Mars was still a desert, its people still lived under domes or in tunnels. The great sea of dunes stretching to the horizon in front of Karen was testament to that, to her it should have been grassland, the sky should be blue, she should be able to breath without assistance. But all these thoughts did was fuel the hot, angry feeling that sat at the bottom of her chest the moment she learnt about what Earth had done to her people. Over the years, many factions had risen on Mars, a population of 9 billion people will eventually splinter as priorities change. The great deserts were said to be home to thousands of people, those who had forsaken the terraforming effort, the domes, and chose to live a nomadic lifestyle, away from their militaristic brothers and sisters. Karen patrolled for this very reason, every day she flew across the deserts, but they were always empty short of tire trails in the dust.

    Secured over her mouth and nose was a semi-transparent breathing apparatus, linked to a breathable atmosphere bottle stuffed into her rucksack that sat on the rocky ground next to her, along with several other empties. She had been out here long enough, it was time to return. With a shiver she climbed to her feet, the great heavy poncho she had slung over her shoulders crumpling to the ground around her boots, the Martian night was deadly if you weren’t prepared. Karen did this often enough she had a kit of items that helped her survive. Her trusty respirator, a box full of valves and adaptors meaning she could extract breathable O2 from many man-made sources, her heavy heated poncho which she now stuffed into her rucksack, a standard issue Martian sidearm, a large water bladder, several packets of MRE’s and other odds and ends. The pack was heavy enough that it made it a challenge whilst she climbed up and down the mesa every few days but it didn’t slow her down, she was in her prime.

    Slinging the bag over her shoulder she approached the edge of the mesa and leaned over the edge, picking out a route for her descent. Without a moment's hesitation she spun around and began the slow climb to the base of the rock formation.
     
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  2. Haiki Haruro

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    In Space oustide of the Martian Sphere of Influence, docked to the Ray Bachenta (cargo vessel bound for Ceres)

    `How are you getting along?` Haiki asked over the radio built into her her flight suit while she watched Jamal´s helmet camera feed on her hand terminal.
    `A OK, this is the last crate` the EVA technician replied in his unmistakable Mariner Valley accent. Not more than 30 seconds later she could hear the hydraulic actuators closing the airlock door and the whoosh of air rushing into the compartment to equalize the pressure before the inner door opened.
    A tall belter in a gray jumpsuit floated in from behind her and unclamped the covers of the nearest container. When he crouched down to inspect the crates the collar of his jumpsuit revealed the split circle of the OPA tattooed on his neck. The man looked intimidating, less because of his skinny tall features but more because of the set of facial tattoos that unambiguously were a belter résumé of the factions he had served under. She noticed her right hand sliding down on her side, just a little closer to the handgun which was latched to the side of her flight suit. If anybody was watching her it would send a bad message so she pulled her hand back up to her waistline, steadying her float on a handrail with her left hand. She hadn´t used the gun in years anyway and never in zero g so it most certainly wouldn´t be of much use in case things went south during the exchange.

    After checking the cargo crates the tall belter started typing on his hand terminal for almost a minute, then turned back to face Haiki. `Goods im gut, just transferred the scrip to your account`
    She pulled her hand terminal out of her left leg pocket without breaking eye contact and checked the transaction hoping the belter wouldn´t notice how nervous she was. She then switched to the page with the refuelling status of her ship. `Looks good to me` she replied in what sounded like a self-confident voice, `5 more minutes for the fuel tanks to top off and we´re good to disengage`
    `Taki Taki, always a pleasure` The belter nodded to her.
    She waited for Jamal in his bulky EVA suit to move himself into the docking collar on the bulkhead opposite from the airlock which lead into her docked atmospheric shuttle while the belter peeked through the small viewport out onto the craft. `I´d say, see you again but that ship looks like you going to break up the moment you hit atmosphere me pensa` he said with a smirk on his face.
    `You´ve probably never seen a ship able to make atmospheric flight` she replied in the snappiest tone she could manage.
    `Ey, no bad feelings` the belter replied `looks sturdy but older than other Martian ships that´s all`
    The delta-winged spacecraft didn´t look like much, she had to give him that. The heat shield plating hadn´t been changed in years and was mostly charred to a dark grey where the white and red company colors had once been. They would have to replace the plating soon but it was good for another 20 or 30 missions before they were down to the minimum coating of the heat shield tiles.
    When Jamal had disappeared into the docking collar she moved through the narrow hatch as well, feet first to close the airlock door behind her.
    `Oyedeng, little one` the belter smiled at her as she reached for the latching handle. `Goodbye` she replied while closing the hatch shut and checking the seal.
    She pushed herself back through the inner hatch and into the narrow, one meter wide galley, then up into the passenger compartment where Jamal already strapped himself into his seat, still wearing his EVA suit, his helmet already stowed in the wall compartment to his right.
    `I hate this OPA business` she mumbled when he shot her a glance. `Remember when we used to smuggle meds and nano components for Golden Bow? Those were the days. But these guys? That´s terrorist grade material, gives me a cold shiver.`
    `Times getting harder, Golden Bow ain´t shuttling contraband anymore and we need to pay the bills` Jamal replied while firing up his stations display. She decided not to reply and floated past his station into the pilots seat.

    The docking latches disengaged with a metallic sound and outside the Bachenta started to fall away. Jamal filed through his checklists while she checked the plotted trajectory that would take them back to Mars. Their flight plan still showed them docked to a small communications satellite which they had rigged to mimic their transponder for the time they needed to ferry the contraband to the OPA freighter.

    She looked outside the cockpit window onto the frame of the Ray Bachenta. The ship was an ancient looking grey freighter with a pressure compartment at one end and a drive cone at the other connected by 200 meters of titanium girders, pipes and cables on which 16 large ore containers were attached. It had departed Mars Transfer Station with empty containers a couple of days earlier after unloading resources and was now on course for Ceres. The Bachenta was getting checked for contraband before departure from the orbital dock by MCR customs and probably again in higher orbit by the MCRN which is why they used the small atmo-shuttle to ferry the 3 tonnes of contraband to the rendezvous point well past the MCRN patrol routes. Their little satellite repair spacecraft was far too small to be fitted with an Epstein Drive which was why they were never getting checked by the MCRN patrols or MCR customs as long as they didn´t dock with suspicious vessels. This was where the rigged transponder came in.

    `Six more days in this tin can` she proclaimed with a sigh. `I should be flying one of those fancy passenger ships flying tourists to First Landing or Olympus Summit`
    `Nah, that´s no job for a pilot like you, you would fall asleep during reentry by week two` Jamal replied with a grin.
    She knew he was right of course. This was her sevenths smuggling run, the first one for the OPA. In the beginning she dreaded dodging MCRN ships, floating dark for days until Mars was nothing more than a small red sphere in the vast blackness of space. But very soon the excitement about the complex navigation and the chill while dealing with dodgy belter smugglers had become almost addictive.

    She advanced the throttles with her left hand and the engines jolted to life pressing her into the seat and propelling the small spacecraft away from the belter cargo hauler back towards Mars.
     
  3. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    "Echo-four-niner you are cleared for takeoff”. The words crackled through the speakers in her helmet but moments later were overpowered by the almighty roar of engines powering up. Sucked into her seat, Karen watched the instruments in her cockpit as her fighter gained speed and soon after lifted off into the thin martian atmosphere, now a grey-blue in the full daylight. “Cleared the runway, starting patrol route delta-echo-north-four-delta” she replied. “Persephone TC acknowledges, see you in 14 hours Nomad, over and out.” The controller on the other end of the microphone had used her callsign, a name that was originally intended as a joke by her teachers, she now wore it as a badge of honour. Her interest in the “tribes” of martians that lived outside the domes was no secret, she had written several papers on it through her education, it was used against her in her training. Sympathy for what the MCR considered as traitors was not taken lightly, however even in her day to day missions she rarely saw any sign of them and nearly considered them a legend herself.

    A broken down vehicle, part way through being dismantled for scrap was the clearest sign she had scene on one of her patrols. The vehicle has taken a rather catastrophic tumble down a dune then off the side of a small cliff and snapped two of its three axles, and whilst she circled it taking surveillance photographs, several figures emerged for it and ran for a nearby overhang, piece of equipment discarded along their path in panic. Her orders however were to patrol and survey not to attack and kill, so when she was satisfied she had enough images, she banked around and carried on her course further out into the dune sea.

    Today she was hoping to see another sign, as she always did, but it had been almost 6 months since that occurrence. The MCR had upped its land-based patrols in response to her photos, driving the nomads further into the desert and further from civilisation. As she soared over the desert she checked her location. She was several kilometres into Tempe Terra, soon enough she would cross over to Acidalia Planitia and her scans for nomads, insurgents, terrorists and dust storms would begin anew. Her course would take her east over the great Acidalia Planitia, then south-east over the Schiaparelli Crater to Hellas Planitia before returning to base back west.

    She would be taking "the scenic route" as her colleagues called it. It Covered some of the most visually stunning landscapes on Mars, as well as several important landmarks. Acidalia Planitia was the site of the famous Ares 3 mission, where the legendary Mark Watney was the first human to survive alone, growing potato plants out of the Martian soil. His work was proof that Mars was habitable, that there was a future here. Ironically one of the navy's warships was now named after him, for his special role in the formation of the Martian nation. We should be passing over their original base in a few minutes, despite its remote location and it's proximity to the "wilds" of the North, it was a popular tourist destination, with many domes being build nearby to house the thousands of sightseers who travelled there every day. The governor for the northern reaches had even begun funding a high speed rail line up there, however progress had stalled some time ago due to repeated nomad attacks, the original reason for her patrols. Her half way mark would be Hellas Planitia, a great basin, home to the lowest point on Mars, and her return approach would take her along the Mariner valley, home to the many towns, colonies and cities of the Martian people. It would be dark by then, but the lights from the cities would guide her home.
     
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  4. Haiki Haruro

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    Mars´ upper atmosphere approaching north-east Kasei Valles

    Atmospheric reentry was announced by low vibration of the ship while gravity slowly started to pull Haiki into her seat, barely noticeable at first but getting stronger by the second. After almost two weeks on the float her body had adapted to zero g and her stomach didn´t like the change in gravity at all. As they descended deeper into the atmosphere the vibration turned into a smooth and constant buffeting and streaks of bright orange plasma dashed by the cockpit window as the craft bled off kinetic energy into the Martian atmosphere. Jamal was belted in at his seat just behind her monitoring their reentry at his screen, checking on her trajectory and scanning for radar emissions of atmospheric ships in the vicinity. They didn´t transport contraband any more but old habits die hard and if there were any patrols in the area their best chance was to spot them during the approach.

    The autopilot banked the ship into the first of four wide turns to increase drag and bleed off speed and when she looked to her right the massive expanse of Ascraeus Mons filled the side window. The massive volcano was the second biggest in the solar system standing only a little shorter than Olympus Mons, the main tourist attraction on Mars except for the Ares 1 landing site. She could even spot the buildings and the landing pad at the highest point of the crater rim, more than 17 kilometers over the Martian Mean Zero Level. `Stop the sightseeing and check your vectors` Jamal proclaimed from the back of the cabin. She turned back to her screens displaying reentry data and hull temperatures. The course was flawless of course and the temperatures well within limits. Her job was more that of a navigator and systems engineer than that of a pilot during the automated descend to the surface. `Give me a break` she replied, the annoyance clear in her voice. She didn´t really mean to sound angry but after sharing the narrow cabin with the man for 2 weeks with the airlock and the tiny galley as the only dividable living space she was getting twitchy. Their next assignment had them depart less than two days if they wanted to make the rendezvous with the next smuggling vessel in time. Plenty of time for her to resupply the ship and for Jamal to pick up the contraband which hopefully had been stashed in the mountains west of the small engineering outpost they were approaching but not enough to get downtime she needed before commencing another trip out into the black.

    10 minutes later the landing gear touched down gently on the landing pad of Sharonov Station while the exhaust from the thrusters kicked up red dust around them reducing the visibility to only a couple of meters.
    After the dust had cleared she used the thrusters to roll the spacecraft into one of the parking bays attached to the pad and shut down the systems while Jamal already loaded a trash container into the airlock and closed the hatch behind him. When she stepped out on the dusty red concrete of the parking spot about 20 minutes later Jamal had already retreated into the base. She connected the refuelling hose from the port next to the parking position and instructed the refuelling system to top off the tanks to maximum capacity. Sharonov Station was barely more than a couple of living modules connected together with unpressurized 2 storage hangars and a landing pad outside. It was almost as old as martian colonization itself and served as an exploration base during the first terraforming endeavor almost a hundred years ago. Now it was one of many uninhabited stations, submitting climate and terrafroming data via satellite link and serving as a refuelling stop and food storage for overland rover missions.

    Haiki took her time to complete the post-flight inspection of the spacecraft, thoroughly checking the heat shield, engines and thrusters for damage, glad to be out of the confined space for a change. She stretched her joints and gazed beyond the landing pad into the distance. Almost obscured by the hazy atmosphere the walls of Sharonov crater formed an unusually high and close horizon around the remote outpost which was the only human settlement in the vast mountainous region of Kasei Valles.
     
  5. Mai Shen

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    MCRB Persephone
    Dome Plaza Zhengzhou

    It was good to be back home. There was no loud hum of the air recycler here. The filters were top of the line. One thing you could expect on Mars is that there were no cutting corners. No cheap reproductions or delays in ensuring the maintenance was up to date. Here there was respect for the green areas for what they did for the air and for providing a measure of calming space. It wasn't just the beauty of the green spaces that Martians appreciated, it was a constant reminder that one day, one day they would be able to step outside of their domes to green areas that would surround their world.

    One day.

    Mei was a fifth generation Martian. Her great-great-grandmother had been one of the early scientists that had volunteered to live on one of the first Martian settlements. Great-granny would tell tales of Vietnam. Of how only recently had her country been freed from the regime that had silenced any democracy there. About the jungles and tiny fishing towns that the ocean had swallowed whole, the increasing tide due to the melting ice caps making her country nothing but a silver of land. In Mars, there was an opportunity. One that her family had certainly taken with both hands as fiercely as they had their own independence.

    Martian pride ran deep in her blood. In her family. The majority of her extended family had tested into serving either the teraforming division or along the various expansions underground. Mei had shown an aptitude in geology, and her keen ability to pick up languages had certainly allowed her to learn the various Belter languages when out surveying local asteroids for ice.

    However, it was nice to be back home. She had a month shore leave before being assigned to another patrol. This time, she wanted to enjoy her time. Away from the tension. Maybe even pick up a few satayed kibble.

    Actually, that would be great to get right now. With that, the Martian picked up her wallet and stepped out of her apartment. Plaza Zhengzhou would have plenty of areas to pick up kibble at the local noddle shop.
     
  6. Hannah Cieluch

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    Hang on to your TIGHTBEAMS! This is Los Brisbanos's SynthaPop Station, your best source for Martian Pop Music! 107.9 TBFM


    Hannah cranked up the radio in her office and thanked her lucky stars that the trains were running on time. Fresh in from Manari her accent was usually the dead give away that and today she wore her Manari Marauders rugby jersey. She ran a hand through her thick hair and tossed her terminal on the desk. A coworker popped in and asked a question, "uh, well last I checked we were still analyzing the samples from last night."

    Like most Martians, she had done her typical stint in the military and decided being a reservist wasn't too bad. Martian Navy paid nice for their one weekend a month plus she got to work on Persephone analyzing samples from the dirt. SythnPop music flooded her office and she took one nice deep breath and exhaled. Going through her mail she shuffled through typical bills and invoices. Their research lab was doing just nicely she thought, a plain white tiled office that held little for decor but worked to keep the lights working at peak efficency.

    "What do you mean the samples are gone?" Hannah raised a brow, "pretty sure Amara had them sitting in the freezer."

    The woman hadn't even had a chance to sit down, "good, good and yeah haven't had a chance for brekky yet, but uh, there should be something for a morno in the - yeah, great." Tea sounded so good right now, she didn't have a chance to snag a caffers from her usual spot. The brunette looked through the messages on her desktop, her office sat overlooking Plaza Zhengzhou which looked just about as lovely as anything else did she supposed. She tugged at her jacket a moment before deciding that a morno wasn't going to be enough. "Hey, you wanna biccy? I might have a run 'ere, need more than just a morno."

    "Hannah... It's the afternoon, darling."

    "Don't fight me with your logic."

    It was definitely the afternoon even by Martian standards, Hannah blamed the train ride in. "Right then."

    "Also, no one says morno you damn Mano."

    "No one asked you, ya bloody Vallo." Hannah shot back at her Mariner Valley coworker as she got up from her desk, swiped her terminal off her desk. "Anyway, lemme know what you want, hit me on the term."

    @Mai Shen

     
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  7. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    "Echo-four-niner on approach to Persephone Base, requesting permission to land." Another patrol had gone by with nothing too exciting happening. A large dust storm was gathering over Solis Planum, threatening to plunge the Mariner Valley and its inhabitants into darkness for potentially weeks. It sat there threateningly, rumbling and cracking on the horizon as Karen raced home in her jet. Luckily the winds had changed and pushed the storm west, it was now bearing down on Houston Nova, however the city was prepared, covering its domes and retracting the great solar harvesters that powered many of the Martian cities that did not have their own fusion reactors.

    Throttling down, Karen brought her craft in low over the base, passing mere metres above the main residential dome of the base, Plaza Zhengzhou. She banked to the right and peeked down through the windows and even spotted groups of people staring back up as she thundered overhead, en-route to the base. "Nomad thats enough showing off, bring her in safely." A curt voice scolded her over the radio, one of the TC officers wasn't pleased with her antics. She didn't care though, the amount of intel she had gathered on her patrol should probably earn her another medal.

    She had flown further south than previously this time, and noticed a clear uptick in nomad activity throughout the exclusion zone, the massive area of emptiness, that reached 1500 kilometres from Mars' most southern city to near the South pole. There was another in the northern hemisphere, however from what she saw there was not too much of concern going on there compared to the south. She spotted almost a dozen different convoys travelling across the deserts on her patrol along the southern reaches. None of them were registered to the MCR, meaning the nomads were on the move, but where? There was nothing out there, just emptiness. Alamo Base was the closest thing to civilisation out there and even then, it was the roughest settlement on the planet, somewhere only the most hardened soldiers trained. It was a rite of passage, especially for Force Recon to do a stint at Alamo Base, to brave the biting cold and non-stop wind.

    Karen took her photos anyway, Sec Ops would be interested in how the nomads survived, the vehicles they built, plundered or smuggled away from the MCR, and they would work out what they were doing way out here in the wastelands and hopefully put a stop to it before long.

    The tires of her aircraft screeched and small puffs of grey-blue smoke erupted from them as she touched down as persephone, the roar of the engine building as she braked. A few moments later she was unbuckling herself as her and the fighter were being lowered on a large elevator into the depths of the base. Pressing a flashing eject button in the cockpit, she pulled out the crystalline data core that contained her recon photos, she then pulled the "open cockpit" lever causing the pilot's seat slowly to lower out of the bottom of the craft with a pneumatic hiss.

    Her CO was waiting for her, his hand extended, walking over to him she placed the data core on his upturned palm and began walking towards the hangar exit. "Good work out there Nomad, I heard you spotted some dust rats out in the wastes."

    Stopping, she turned around as she unzipped her flight suit to her waist and wrapped the sleeves around her hips. "Yes Sir, twelve convoys, some over 20 vehicles each, all heading north. I think its-" Her CO cut her off, "For the winter? They never range this far north, they usually just disappear when the frost starts to spread. Not to worry, we will know soon enough, you're going out again, tomorrow at 0800. We need more intel from down south, plus we've received word of a potentially unregistered atmospheric entry near Kasei Valles, so make sure you get some shots on your route. You'll receive a full briefing package tomorrow morning."

    Karen groaned inaudibly. Another 14 hours in the flight seat, Greeeaaaatttt. Before her CO noticed however, she snapped a smart salute. "Yes Sir, I'll be up bright and early."

    "I know you will Nomad, keep off the mesa's tomorrow, it's going to be a long day. Dismissed."

    Karen turned around and left the hangar.

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    Plaza Zhengzhou was as busy as ever, since the hyperloop rapid transit system opened a year ago, Persephone Base had been one of the main stops en-route to the western reaches, it was also the fastest route to Eagle Base via Tereshkova Nova. Hundreds of people moved about the dome, that was beginning to darken as the sun slid beneath its edge. One by one the levels leading deeper underground lit up, and with it came the sound of cafes, restaurants, shops and more opening for the evening trade.

    Over the distracting sound of people chatting & laughing, the distorted thump of a nearby radio playing synth-pop, something caught her attention. The smell of fresh herbs & spices, wafting towards her from a nearby noodle joint. Wandering her she noticed this one was new, it must have only set up in the last week, "Noddles Noodles". She chuckled and walked in, and to her surprised and relief, she spotted a familiar face as the counter, chowing into a bowl of noodles. Plonking herself down on the next stool over, Karen motioned to a waiter for a menu before leaning her elbow on the bar and staring at Mai Shen with mock seriousness; "You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here." She said, before losing her composure and erupting in a fit of giggles. "You seen Hannah around?"

    @Mai Shen @Hannah Cieluch
     
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  8. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    Raj didn’t bother to even pretend to understand the process of terraforming. He’d read enough articles about boosting the temperature, creating an atmosphere, and restoring the magnetosphere. That he could somewhat relate to. As well as the constant programmes on how slow and gradual a process like terraforming was. It was the ones on importing ammonia, hydrocarbons, fluorine compounds, albedo reduction, and so on where his mind went blank. Ancient Greek and Latin he could handle, science he could not.


    Which made him closer in some ways to the other grunts of his fireteam that he had on a routine patrol. The imposing bulk of the terraforming plant rose up behind them, almost like a mountain. It was one of the few landmarks they could rely on. The wind and dust on Mars changed the landscape hourly. The dune seas shifted constantly, some of the Chinese settlers had nicknamed them Taklamakan since of those who went in, few came out.


    “Patrol Kilo-Five at Strauss” he intoned, wincing a little as he said it. Their platoon commander was a connoisseur, this week’s theme were all composers, “Nothing to report. En route to Vivaldi”. It wasn’t that Raj wasn’t a fan of the classics...it just felt….crass to commemorate them this way.


    Their armour was all in standard Martian surface camo. Just as important as their weapons were the emergency supplies and repair kits. Storms could come up fast and no sane Duster wanted to be caught out in one. Just enough air and food to ensure the rescue teams made it to you before you asphyxiated.


    “How long are we going to be out here?” came one voice over the comm. Raj felt his hairs stand on end. Private Ahand was six months in the Corps and more of a headwreck than he himself had been. His Hindi and Punjabi were as good as Raj’s but he had the Mariner drawl in English, enough to make Raj’s teeth grate. He’d walked out of a production of Othello on his last leave after the Mariner players couldn’t stop their accents slipping.


    “Until we’ve gone through all the checkpoints and made sure it’s all pukka” Raj answered. It was the routine, a patrol every few hours, varying the time and exit. Of course some thought it was nonsense on a fortress world like Mars. For commanders it was a great way to keep troops busy and avoid anyone going doolally. Saboteurs, nomads, dissidents, they’d have had to have caught le cafard to want to hit somewhere defended by a Martian Marine contingent but stranger things had happened.
     
  9. Mai Shen

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    MCRB Persephone
    Dome Plaza Zhengzhou
    @Karen Ashoka @Hannah Cieluch

    Almond shaped hazel eyes went wide, meeting Karen's with a discernable smirk. A roll of eyes and the Martian took her chopsticks to expertly pluck a few slippery udon noodles.

    "Always great to see you, Karen," she added with a wry twist of her lips. The woman had a unique sense of humor, but it was one that always could make anyone laugh. Well, if you enjoyed the dark humor.

    "Ya'll want me to get you a number four?" Mai asked, pointing her chopsticks towards the soup woman stirring her large pot of miso broth. "I heard they had a good batch of the shitake mushrooms growing out of hydroponic dome nine." Martians number one priority for the past two hundred years had been to turn this hunk of rock into a garden. A sentiment that was no longer prevalant with the Earthers who had tossed away the very world her great granny once lived in.

    "And no, haven't seen hide nor hair. "
     
  10. Hannah Cieluch

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    "And there's that bloody accent I could hear it all the way from Manari," Hannah added with a wink, she enjoyed teasing the ever living shit of every single one of her friends that sounded even remotely Vallo, or Mariner Valley but Vallo for short. She gave Mai a cheeky grin before squinting at the menu. "Right time to show you lot how it's done down in the Mano," she set her jacket and terminal down beside Karen, "then you gals can tell me all 'bouts your murderin' s'arvo."

    Hannah didn't wait, she was quick to order up a Pot-Au-Feu based soup that had an added kick of kimchi mixed with red pepper flakes, a freshly cracked egg (well, kind of - it is Martian), green onions with a nice layer of seaweed, chopped up baby bella mushrooms, and a good helping of slow cooked pork. Noodles were the typical thick 'Namyun' cut made to soak up sauce and toppings. It was the sort of bowl that warmed your face up just by looking at it.

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  11. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    "Huh...I could have sworn she was going to be around hereeeewwaaiit a second, there she is!" Karens eyes lit up as Hannah walked into the shop and plonked herself down on Karens other side.

    Hannah wasted little time in ordering food, leaving Karen sitting there wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Pulling over a terminal screen on a shiny articulating arm she punched in her order and then let out an explosive sigh. "They've got me flying another long haul patrol tomorrow...again. Third bloody time this week." The server placed Hannah and Karen's orders on the bench in front of her and they joined Mai in diving face first into them.

    A few moments later, Karen came up for air, a noodle hanging from her mouth, "It's not like its even anything important, its just a few nomads driving around." Her complaints were met with the a non-committal "mmhmm" an the sound of two other women demolishing bowls of delicious asian food. "It's not like they're a threat, they're just people like us...sure they don't like," she shovelled a spoonful of slow cooked pork into her mouth and continued venting, "comtwibthing to thhhe terwaphorming epphort" she swallowed and chased it with a beer, "but it's not like they're attacking bases or stealing babies, they just drive around in their solar powered trucks, pick up old de-orbited starships and break them down."

    She had another sip on her beer and started on the noodles again. The two women were further into their meals than her, she didn't mind, she liked having friends who listened even if their attention was divided between her and the bowls in front of them. "At least they've given me the new Atrax fighter to fly...I guess thats something..."

    Karen stared off into the distance for a moment before she realised one of her friends was staring at her blankly, a piece of food dangling from their fork. "Oh shit I forgot you guys don't know what that is...shit...alright how do I explain it. The Atrax' is a new experimental class of single-pilot fighter craft." Karen picked up a nearby hot sauce bottle and began pretending to fly it around like a aircraft, occaisionally making airplane noises as she "flew" it at her friends. "They're supposed to be as good as the Lycosa class fighters I normally fly...The difference is they're larger, faster, quieter...they can fit a squad of marines in them...and the best part is they're capable of reaching escape velocity! So cool huh?"

    Her enthusiasm petered off a bit when she was met with the same blank stare. "Oh geez, dude they can leave the planet, they can get up into space! How insanely awesome is that?!" She slammed the hot sauce bottle down on the counter and a small amount spurted out of the nozzle and onto her hand. "You know...I might be able to give you two a ride...I'll have to clear it with my CO first...but it's not like its a high priority mission, it's basically just making sure the dust is still out on the deserts. What do you reckon? Keen? If you don't wanna stick around for the whole patrol I can drop you off in one of the eastern cities and you can get the hyperloop home!"

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  12. Haiki Haruro

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    Sharonov Crater Engineering Outpost, Kasei Valles

    Haiki woke up the next morning when her hand terminal chirped with a new message. The windowless room was completely dark and she needed some time to find the device on the nightstand next to the bed to read the message. Two crew bulletins and a revised schedule information. She decided to read them later, stretched and stumbled out of bed. It was just past 0700 hours which meant she had almost slept for 8 hours straight. She climbed into her jumpsuit and moved her body through the hatch into the corridor leading from the bunk unit into the living module, her body still acting awkwardly after two weeks in orbit. The station was one of the older engineering outposts once used for Mars exploration and ground surveys. It was clean and rather well maintained but like all the ancient designs mostly consisted of underground modules connected by narrow corridors and utility nodes, covered by two or three meters of Martian soil to serve as cheap radiation protection. Haiki liked the design. It reminded her of the mining station she grew up in and the cheap functional design told the story of early Mars exploration and colonization, completely different from the ever changing and expanding domed cities of the equatorial regions of Mars. Kasei Vallis was a mountainous mostly undeveloped region with basically no population at all. The occasional mostly automated mining stations were connected by gravel roads on which automated cargo rovers slowly make their way to the processing facilities further south, the output of rare metals not allowing for a mag-lev or even a hyperloop connection through the region. Whenever a rover encountered a problem engineering crews were flown into one of the engineering outposts and rolled out with massive multi-day excursion rovers to repair a stranded unit. She always had admired the scruffy looking engineering teams that spent days or weeks driving on the surface, visiting the most unhabitable regions of the planet to erect an outpost or fix machines that had been clogged by dust or damaged during the sandstorm season.

    She filed through another hatch into the empty living module. The desk had a handwritten note on it. `Collecting rocks, back before nightfall – Jamal`. It was a code to tell her that he out to pick up the contraband. In case anybody else read the note it wouldn´t raise any suspicion. She wondered why Jamal preferred physical letters over sending messages with his hand terminal, her ship already had a collection of handwritten reminders on all over the cabin listing thoughts, to-do lists and reminders of her EVA specialist. She dismissed the thought and grabbed one of the breakfast packages from the wall rack and put it into the heater unit without looking on the label. The prefabricated nutrition packages were the same they carried on the ship and since she didn´t particularly dislike one over the other she preferred to have a surprise meal today.

    After finishing the bowl of what was meant to pass for scrambled eggs with beans she climbed the ladder into the surface storage module and climbed into her EVA suit which hung in one of the lockers, then went into airlock to venture outside. When the outer hatch opened a breeze immediately carried a swirl of red dust into the airlock and she had to shield her eyes from the bright light on the surface for a few seconds until her eyes accustomed to the sun rising over the eastern horizon. She strolled along the gravel pad in front of the vehicle shelters. The first structure housed two of the massive excursion rovers used for multi day engineering missions. They were fitted with pressure cabins for up to four personnel and a massive trunk section for spare parts and gear. She would love to take one of those out for a drive but her status as orbital engineering crew wouldn´t allow her hand terminal to access the behemoth. In the second vehicle shelter she found what she was hoping for. A 2 seater ATV was parked between a couple of racks containing spare parts and when she waived her hand terminal over the drivers display it shifted from yellow to green and the electric engine hummed to life. Haiki performed a couple of loops on the solidified ground of the base perimeter to familiarize herself with the controls and then drove out into the desert highlands to the south. She had informed herself about the outpost during the long fall back into Mars´ gravity well and knew that there was a mountain ridge with a sharp drop-off to the south, behind the horizon of the Sharonov crater ridge. The perfect destination for a daytrip. Before leaving the surroundings of the outpost she stopped and composed a quick message to Jamal `sightseeing 50 clicks to the south, will be back before nightfall` He wouldn´t get the message until he was back within line of sight of the outposts radio transmitter but in case she ran into problems along the way he would know where to look for her. She cranked up the engine and left the base aiming for the lower section of the crater rim to the south.

    The terrain was smooth and flat allowing her to safely accelerate to 30 kph only occationally having to drive around rocks and small boulders. After less than an hour of driving to the south-east on the flat red dustbowl that was the center of Sharonov crater basin the terrain started to ascend and she had to make her way around boulders and through crevices to find the top of the crater rim.

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  13. Mai Shen

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    MCRB Persephone
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    @Karen Ashoka @Hannah Cieluch

    "You're late," Mai told Hannah, using her chopsticks to gesture at the brunette's direction. "Ah, ah ah, if you are gonna show off get us some dumplings!" she added, flashing the two women a wide grin.

    "Maybe she'll pay this time around, hmm?" it was nice to be able to meet up with Karen and Hannah. The three women were either on one rotation for work or another. Each had their own responsibilities now, but it was nice to be able to catch up on the few times they managed to make it home at the same time.

    "So, what you've been up to Ashoka?" there was always an undercurrent of military protocol, so more often than naught, Mai restorted to using last names.
     
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  14. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    Karen stared at Mai for several moments before bursting out in laughter. The woman must have been so lost in her food that Karens venting must not have registered with her at all. Luckily Hannah was paying attention somewhat and was somewhere between eating and laughing as well.
    Outside the noodle shop, the dome bustled with civilians and base personnel alike going about their evening routines. The sun had set and through the great glass dome that dominated the space shone the stars, twinkling lightly in the Martian atmosphere. For a moment the lights of the base dimmed and a second later a white bolt of light split the night sky. The mass driver, buried in the nearby mountainside was starting its evening cargo launches, catapulting tonnes of supplies to ships and stations awaiting in orbit. The dead-straight trail of vapour from the accelerated cargo pod already started dissipating, however it caught the light of the sun, already set beyond the horizon and glowed an angry orange, then red, before finally disappearing altogether.
    A nearby PA speaker announced the arrival of a Hyperloop train from First Landing, the voice speaking first in English, then Chinese, then Hindi. A dull hum filled the dome and a moment later several hundred newcomers flooded into the public space. Families reunited, recruits fresh out of boot camp arrived at the first postings, weathered older Martians wandered through the crowds, many wearing the trademark scowl of the oder generations.
    The Lights dimmed again and another bolt of light split the heavens, dissipated and eventually disappeared. Through the glass one of Mar's two moon, Diemos, slunk over the horizon half shrouded in shadow. It glowed red as it reflected the light from Mars' surface, with tiny points of light dotting its dark side.
    "Karen..." She continued staring out the window, oblivious. "Karen!" Hannah's voice shocked her back to reality. She noticed fresh beers had been placed in front of herself and her friends. "Sorry girls...miles away...just thinking about the mission tomorrow. Are you two interested?" She tapped for a moment on her terminal and then grinned. "CO says its okay, if you're keen meet me at hangar echo-delta-9 at 0700 tomorrow." She took a sip of her beer. "So whats been happening with you two anyway?"

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    Karen had gotten a good nights sleep and was up bright and early doing a pre-flight check on the Atrax. The sleek vessel growled quietly with barely restrained power, as clouds of vapour poured out of its cooling vents. The fighter had received a full overhaul overnight and was ready for another long-haul mission. Karen walked underneath its smooth underside, running her palm along the metal skin, it vibrated lightly. Looking down at her watch she say the time was 0650, hopefully the girls got there soon, or it'd be another boring day.
     
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  15. Hannah Cieluch

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    "Listen, do you realize the ride it is from Manari down'ere?" Hannah countered as she saddled up beside @Mai Shen and dug her chopsticks into her bowl. "Sides that, just in for a quick bite and then I gotta jet back to the office." After shoveling at least two-three full bites in, the contractor looked over at Mai not having forgotten about the comment she heard. "Y'know what Vallo, maybe I shall pay and I'll do you ladies one betta."

    Hannah slid off of her seat and headed back out into the court. "Karen," she said first and then, "Mai - do remember not to drink that one on the job, yea?" She looked back over at @Karen Ashoka. "Mars to Kare, Kare, Karen, yo." Finally she set the beer down, "Karen." She said with some umpth but not loud enough to disturb others not that she wasn't already loud. "Will do dumplings later this week, Mai. Can't do all the carbs at once, now uh, let'see morrow, morrow."

    The brunette chugged part of her beer, set it down and shoveled in a few more bites before reaching for her water to wash it down. "Ah, yea, yeah maybe will have to call me later bouts."

    "Now, c'mon Mai tell ya old mates all about the wonders of space, so I can give you in full detail the wonderful world of analytics." She shot Mai a bit of a wink as playful as it was Hannah added a grin to match with it. She then refocused on her lunch, "but honestly I'm workin' a bit late tonight so if you're still abouts maybe a run at the bottleo and grab a slab, go back to your place or mine, what'av you."

    Her attention went back to Karen for a moment, she had missed most of what her friend said if only because she had grabbed food and then beer. But she could still feel the enthusiasm from where she sat, she knew the offer was still good on the table and went back to her meal again. Drank a bit more beer, washed with water, "so, let me look at my sched and I'll link back with you a bit later. I still gotta grab lunch for the office mates and head back."


     
  16. Erich Hunter

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    MCRB Persephone
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    *Thunk*


    Erich winced as he turned around to see the offender that was tapping on his helmet with bare knuckles. His purple eyes narrowed, annoyance visible as he gestured to the offender with a nod. A small chuckle broke out between both of them and Erich slowly embraced his sort-of-enemy sort-of-friend coworker. Neither had expected to see one another here at the Persephone but both Engineers appeared thankful for the chance to meet up once more.

    "You gotta pay more attention there, you'll embarrass the rest of the flight wing if they found out that I caught you off guard," The Sort-of-Friend explained to Erich once they finished their half hug.

    "Please, I could hear your footsteps a mile away," Erich responded, "You're lucky we aren't on Earth, I don't think your legs could support you!" Erich added with a small laugh.

    The other man waved away the joke before gesturing his goodbye, "Well good seeing you there, I got to get back to my job, see you later Erich," and with another wave Erich continued his walk down the hallway.

    Erich made his way towards the exit leading outside and out into the Airfield, Erich took a moment to grab a free oxygen mask and gear nearby Time to work on those beauties. There was small comfort as Erich lowered his helmet's visor and tugged on his jacket as he stepped outside and onto the Airfield. While Erich had often heard the complainants of their dependence of BioSpheres and the near non-existent push for actual terraforming of Mars left some with a bitter taste in their mouth. Not me Erich mused as he approached one of the hanger bays.

    Erich smiled as he approached his first task, several ships and vehicles needed regular service and since with the increase patrols this gave Erich no end of work and no sight for any boredom. Time to earn my paycheck Erich mused as he began his inspections and service.

    Whistling could be heard by one of the aircraft, tunes both old and new, Erich continued his work.
     
  17. Mai Shen

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    MCRB Persephone
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    @Karen Ashoka @Hannah Cieluch @Erich Hunter

    "Sounds good," Mei replied with a half slurp of noodles and a crooked grin. The exo-geologist was bound to make her own rounds with either Hannah or Karen. It was good to hear that both were well, but not surprising that both were very busy.

    "Wonders of space?" there was a slight upward curve at the corner of Mei's mouth that suggested that was said with nothing but ample sarcasm.

    "Not much wonder. It has its pretty parts but after awhile, you start getting tired of all the ready pack meals. Nothing is as good as having a fresh bowl of noodles. Even if its just with your favorite kibble." she added, glancing up she met Hannah's eyes.

    "Alright. Just send word. Send me a tightbeam and we can meet up then. " all three were very busy, but it was still nice to hang out.
     
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  18. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    MCRB Persephone - Morning
    The morning reveille was playing again, just as the sun was peeking over the great walls of the military base Karen and many other Martians called their home. Overhead atmospheric craft roared leaving thin blue-white trails of vapour in their wake. The sky was lightening as the suns rays refracted through Mars' atmosphere, turning it from black to orange and finally to a dirty blue, with a red haze on all horizons. The terraforming effort was slow and arduous, but since the great atmospheric processing plants in the northern hemisphere were switched on half a dozen years ago, the sky had been bluer every day. Soon there may be enough heat trapped by the atmosphere for trees to survive, to continue what the terraforming effort started, and one day the planet might turn green, one day.

    Karen stood in the small office near her craft's hangar, watching the holographic display that dominated one of its walls, the life-sized representation of her CO shimmered there, outlining todays mission. "Pilot, your route has changed from the last per abnormal behaviour of the northern nomadic tribes and several other unrelated factors. Per your recon photos we have noticed a significant uptick in activity, this may be due to several potential factors. A, the activation of the atmospheric processors, there is potential they may be targeting these for future raids-"

    "Sorry Sir but why? They need those to survive...even more than we do, the clouds they pump out are trapping the suns heat, without them they'd freeze-"

    "I am aware of this pilot, however this one of the conclusions Centcom has reached and we are to follow their directives. To continue, B, there has been several de-orbiting manoeuvres recently of decommissioned vessels, specifically the MCRN Elon, MCRN Carter & MCRN Barsoom. As you know these vessels were stripped of their fuel and weaponry and crash landed in the northern reaches of Acidalia Planitia last last year. Satellite imagery of the crash sites shows significant nomad activity around the vessels, including what appears to be a massive ship-breaking operation. We require you to get in close and photograph these operations, the people, their machinery, what specifically they are targeting on the vessels and why. C, they are simply running out of food and other resources and are preparing to raid south and hit as many of our northern settlements as possible before the winter sets in. As always on top of your designated mission objectives you are to photograph any potential threats or nomad operations."

    "Aye Sir." Karen picked up her helmet. "We're not done yet pilot. Late last night an unregistered atmosphereic entry was detected near the Tyche Proving Grounds. Sattellite imagery has confirmed it is not a UNN vessel however we have noticed activity following this entry, at a small abandoned facility in the Sharonov Crater. Your flight pass will need to be altered for you to perform several low passes and ascertain the nature of this activity."

    "Consider it done Sir."

    "Outstanding, pilot. Dismissed."

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    Hangar Bay 2

    Karen left the office, pulling the orange flight suit over her shoulders, zipping it up to her neck, walking over to a nearby equipment locker she pulled out her flight equipment; a large backpack containing all her personal effects as well as a portable heat and power generator, water reclaimer and air recycler and several days worth of rations. This was standard equipment for any MCR pilot, who could potentially have to spend time out in the deserts before rescue.

    The Atrax sat in the middle of the hangar, at the front of rows of similar next-generation fighter craft. Clouds of vapour and steam poured from it's vents as its fuelling neared completion, its dark-grey and red marking creating a fierce sight. This would be the third time she piloted the high-tech craft and she was quickly beginning to love it, its handling was smooth, its power unmatched. It carried enough armaments to reduce several Martian (or Earther) cities to ash, and could reach vacuum in an instant. She had however, never tried this, her mission parameters stated she was to remain within atmo, and so she did. Still, she looked forward to the day she could switch off the atmospheric engines and kick in the four micro-epstein drives that made up the other half of the craft's experimental propulsion system. One day.

    Nearby an engineer was working on the final preparations for the Atrax. She recognised the vintage pilot goggles the man wore and a grin spread across her face. "Erich! You've been prepping the Atrax? That's awesome! If I crash, I hope you know you're the one who's gonna get in trouble!" She gave the man a friendly slap on the shoulder, before turning and facing the growling craft in front of them. "She's one hell of a sight eh? Say, when do you think you'll be running your next mission? You've been been suspiciously absent these last few months, been somewhere exotic?"

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  19. Erich Hunter

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    Hands gripped tightly onto his tools as he breathed out a heavy sigh, placing down his tools Erich slowly turned around to face the sudden interruption. Erich's left hand rubbed the back of his neck as he nodded in response to Karen's friendly shoulder slap. With a snort Erich shook his head at the idea of Karen crashing the ship, She won't crash a ship just to get me in trouble right? He thought worriedly, "A Martian pilot worth their salt wouldn't crash a paper plane even if it was on fire," Erich countered.

    Stretching out his arms upwards he nodded with Karen's assessment of the Atrax, the ship was beautiful and any Engineer would sell their soul to have their names recognized with such creation. "And engineering marvel alright, shame it would have to be piloted by a not so marvelous pilot," Erich chuckled, already braced for a punch.

    "My next mission? Who'll make sure to fix whatever you break?-" Another small chuckle, "-But I've mostly been securing my next major studies by going to Earth, terrible decision on my part, I still wince every time I think how close I was to the Sun," Erich answered, shrugging at the thought, "-It'll be a lot different if we manage to get an atmosphere, oxygen is literally the most poisonous substance in the universe for metals," Why we want to be more like Earth I'll never understand Erich thought. Truthfully Erich wanted to go back into a pilot seat, or enjoy another patrol, but the labs called for him But no reason I can't do both A thought saved to ponder later.

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  20. Naomi Wu

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    Having followed @Rajendra Vaikar and his squad out past some busted down rover s, Naomi broke free from the caravan, and travelled slightly North from their trajectory. She was tasked, along with a couple other mechanics to repair the Rovers, and Rajendra's squad's route went right past them, so it was the easiest plan.

    She's walking around the cabin, clutching the safety railing, and straps tightly to make sure she doesn't fall off during the incredibly bumpy ride.

    "Makes you sorta miss oh-g, eh? Ha ha ha-oof!" She gets cut off, when the driver hits a particularly big bump, causing Naomi to hit the wall.

    She rubs her shoulder, pouting slightly, as she leans over, checking the equipment, wandering around where they'll plan on storing the broken down rover for repair.

    "It's probably just dust." One of the mechanics says, as he plays a game on his phone.

    "This is the third time this week I've had to come out on one of these missions, Sergeant." He says, reaffirming his friends statement directed towards Naomi.

    She nods in agreement. "I get that, but really, if we just let these things collect dust, it would be a colossal waste of resources, and even if we could afford to do that, the carcasses of the rovers would end up causing dangerous mass graves, of just, metal." The crew quiets down, understanding she's correct, and they have orders.

    Naomi nods her head a couple times, doing her best to remain upright as the rover roams through the dust of mars. Walking towards the cockpit of the rover, Naomi reaches towards the radio, flicking through the options, and opting for 'We Are All Made of Stars" like some sort of joke. The crew settles down as music fills the cabin, a couple remarks about the age of the song are said but nobody really minds.

    Speaking into the local radio, which @Rajendra Vaikar and anyone else nearby would be able to hear.

    "It's a lovely day on the red planet, with only a ninety percent chance of severe dust storms clogging everything in your weapons, vehicles, and other equipment you decided to bring along because it wasn't dirty, it's going to be a pretty easy mission." She jokes.

    "But, on a more serious note. Raj, tell us if you see anything. We're not too far from your location, we can back you up." She says, as the rover slows down to a stop, close to the broken down one.

    Everyone disembarks, as the music from the cabin quiets down. Naomi grabs a bag full of various tools, as well as everyone else. Side arms on their chests, and proper guns back in the cabin. A more serious tone from everyone now, knowing a mistake out here could be fatal, the begin dusting off the rover, and looking at the cause of it's malfunction.
     

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