Once we hit the Deep, those who can not get the heating into their room, will freeze in five hours. Drama!!!
I need to get hold of the outside world but I don’t think that we have any way to do that. I am stuck in the botany area of the ship and there is nowhere I can go. In the middle of the attack, I was called down to fix up the breaking O2 supply because we had started leaking. I was able to isolate and cut off the offending area, but it does mean that the Argo is now down to about 60% of its fuel capacity. This is not great, but we can survive for a little while at this level. The thing that really troubles me has not happened yet but will happen when we go into the Deep.
When we go into the Deep, we will be making full use of the Alcubierre drive that all starships have installed (I do not know your level of interstellar travel or of starship design so I will try to be all encompassing). Basically, because we will be going at such high speeds, in the middle of the deepest parts of space, we are going to be losing so much heat, just be being. We will be losing a lot, which is why we need to get it back up in most areas of the ship, and heating systems are a great way to do that. There was a problem when we got attacked; as far as I could tell, the heating in the ducts is only able to extend to about half of the rooms, those in the back half of the ship. The rest are going to freeze to death at about the 5 hour mark of the journey into the Deep. This Is why we need to get hold of Melbourne’s heating repairs company before we go into the Deep. Once we do, we will be out of communication with everyone that is not on board the ship (we will also be losing heat like crazy as well as be out of gravity, but that is just a fun side note).
I need to talk to whoever is in the control room and get them to do what they can to fix the leak and I needed to get the Comms person (whoever is there) to call out to the ducted heating company and see if they can help us. We are in dire straits here people; let’s do this thing. I’ll let you all know how it goes next time.
Log #5 of the airship Melbourne.
Honestly, I’m only doing this because the captain says he’ll kick me off if I don’t.
He’s a real ray of sunshine, let me tell ya.
Morrigan here, by the way. Cajun. Gun expert. Femme fatale. Probably should say Morrigan here, but don’t actually want to be here…
Ah, well. Beats stewing in a jail cell. An’ if you’re offered your freedom, with the only string attached that you have to undergo a little sciency experiment and join a mission for a few years, who would say no?
They even promised I’d get to kill some people. It seemed like a pretty sweet deal.
Well, it wasn’t.
In fact, if you’re ever in my situation, just stay in jail. Beats this dump.
(Captain thinks I’m only sayin’ that because I have to follow orders. Yeah, not something I’m really good at.)
My job is head of security, but that don’t mean much on a ship that’s alive and can mind it’s own insides. Though I’ve never been head of anythin’, so it’s a step up. Not that I’d want to order anyone around. Not my thing.
So what’s actually worth talkin’ about? The other guys have probably filled you in on the bug-zapping.
(I’m not supposed to call it that. Well, screw them and their rules).
There was that thing that happened in the pool the other day.
Oh yeah, we got a pool. Not a bad one either, if you can keep away the mental image that you’re swimmin’ in the Melbourne’s internal juices. I like to tell that to Lloyd every time I see him there. Makes him leave in a hurry.
(I don’t think he likes me. It’s probably the guns)
Now, the Melbourne’s pool fences are pretty sturdy; iron, or whatever. I was havin’ a swim, nice and peaceful. Then Lloyd arrives. Now I can tell somethin’s wrong, since he doesn’t take one look at me and scarper. He’s got this weird, dead-eyed look. Real creepy. Then he starts settin’ fire to anythin’ he can find, still all blank, like he got someone else pullin’ the strings. There wasn’t much I could do, with him all lit up like that; could feel the heat as soon as I got out the pool. And it’s not like I could grab one of my guns and shoot ‘im. So I snapped off one of swimming pool fence bars, with my bare hands, which given my frail female arms (ha!) is pretty darn impressive. He came after me, but I hit him for six, right into the pool. There be a lotta steam, then he seemed to cool off. Still not awake though, and we’re not sure why he did it. Captain thinks maybe the splicing went wrong.
I don’t get it, cuz I barely know the kid, but…I hope he’s okay.
Have to wait and see.
Aw, couillon! What is it ‘bout this log that makes people talk so much?.
Maybe I’ll go shoot some fingertip bullets into the sky for a while. Sciency junk does have it’s perks.
Morrigan, pressing the off button.
I think that the utes, mostly the minders and the jeeps, could really do with some sprucing and some modifications
I love to spruce things up. I know that the rest of the crew would be very surprised to hear that, but Christian would not be. He has long known about my ability to redecorate and to decorate i the first place. He knows how much I love things to look neat and tidy and pretty and beautiful, but I will not allow him to tell anyone else. He says that he doesn’t really mind either way; that’s why he’s a great captain. He can keep secrets like nobody’s business, which it is of course the reason that I am telling you all of this now is of course to do with the recent developments we have had in the Argo. We have gotten in three new vehicle types sdo that we can make wondrous vehicle runs and on-world expeditions, which we previously had to hire local cars and trucks for. This makes things so much easier and cheaper in the long run. It did mean that there were lots of rejigging of things, especially in the cargo hold, where they are being kept, but also of the vehicles themselves. They are great utility cars, but nothing is ever perfect and there is always room for improvement. i think that one of the best ways for improvement will be when we get all of the aluminium toolboxes that we have ordered. They should be at the Hub when we reach there by Wednesday.
I hope that we are able to hook them all up to the three jeeps as well as the two minders. The mammoth on the other hand is really big (obviously, it’s called the mammoth) and we have to get custom things for it. It’s mostly for iron ore and mining transport and stuff like that. The most important thing that we can be putting on that is the custom truck lighting that we have also ordered in. I am so glad we went with the people that I wanted to go with, because it means we have the expertise of precision engineers and we have great prices. Once all of the modifications are done, we will be able to show them off to you. For now, shoo!
I need to go find Emily and tell her that no matter how she looks, she will always be beautiful. I won’t mind getting a facial though, while I’m here
I need to get to the beauty parlour. I don’t know if that’s what the kids are calling it these days, but back when I was growing up, we would call it that so that is what I am going to call it right now. I think that she will be at one of the beauty salons Perth has to offer because I heard her talking to Jess about how she wants to look beautiful for me tonight because she has looked terrible because we’ve been off world for so long. She does to look terrible and I have been thinking, and for a long time now, that she is the most beautiful creature that I have ever met.
I want to find her right now and talk to her and tell her that she doesn’t need to change at all. I need to tell her that she is perfect just the way she is and that she can look like a truck and I will still love her with all of my hear.t the real reason that I want to go down to the beauty parlour is because I want to ask her something. I want to ask her the most important question of my life and I hope that she will say yes and I hope that she will be mine for the rest of my life and that I can think back on this day in 50 years’ time and think that this was the night that everything changed. I hope that I can look back on this fine evening inside the best salon for facials Perth has got, and I will find myself being the bravest I have ever been. I might even go and get myself looked over once or twice so that i can look my best for her.
In any case, I can not wait for much longer and I need to ask her this question as soon as I can find her. Wish me luck and I will come back with the most beautiful fiancee in the world, and not just because she went to the salon to look good, but because she is mine and I am hers.
I need to look my best for them an that I love, and not like I have worked 12 hour shift
I have a lot of problems right now. In the grand scheme of things though, this is not really a big deal, but it just seems that way to me right now. I am going to go on a great date with Jonathan, and to do that, I need to look great. We are working all day in the rog and at night we are sleeping in the Argo and I can’t remember the last time we were no world. This, right here in Elba, is the first time in 29 days that we have been on world. I am looking forward to going on a date with my boyfriend and nothing is going to stop me from doing that.
There might be something that will stop me from doing that. Having said that thou,h it will not actually stop me, but it will just make it that much harder for me to have fun and I will be really self conscious. I look terrible and all of my make up and stuff is out and I have not had a chance to pick any up since the Hub, almost a month ago. I think that we might have to go native on this one and speak to the locals about where the best beauty salon in Perth is. I think that the locals are the ones who know that best as they have to be there, day in and day out. If it’s where the locals go, you know it’s a good spot.
My job is demanding at times. Every time we are on world we head to the Hub and every time we are running into more disasters that need medical attention. Most of them are not too life threatening, as we have to transport them up to three weeks away from the Hub hospital, but at the very least, they are sometimes critical and I have to ferry them to their new home. That’s my job; ship’s medic on a transport ship, and we deal in cargo both human and otherwise. I need to look beautiful, not for the patients, but for the science officer and my long-term boyfriend Jonathan Collier. He is the captain’s so, and even a few years younger than I am. Who knew that I would be dating a younger man? Not me that’s for sure. He is so much more mature than I am though; it’s insane how smart he is, and this is a doctor talking. I think that I will make myself go to the waxing salon so that I can look my best for the man that I love, and not covered in blood all over my hair and face.
I think that the ducted heating company will be able to talk us through everything that we need to do over the next two days, before we hit Perdu
I am on my way to Perdu, as I may have already told you. I am stuck, being the only one on the bridge nd the only one who is able to fly this thing until we get on world again, in about two days time. It will be the most fun I’ve ever had; not! It will be torturous and life threatening but I know that I will be able to get out of it because I have Thomas in my ear the whole time guiding me through it. It won’t be that hard.
I am a little bit worried about the lack of heating though. we will be going into the Depe for the trip to Perdu, and during the attack, which left us all locked in the rooms we were in at the time, the heating also broke down. That is a bit of a problem because the heat loss hat we accrue over the course of the Deep travels means that we are going to be mighty cold. I don’t know if we are going to be able to make it if we stay in the Deep. We can not get to Perdu if we can’t get in the Deep anyway. It’s many parsecs away as it is.
I think that the only way to get to Perdu is to make a bit of a stopover. I think that we can try to find the best and the fastest, and the closest heating in Canberra. Only then will we be able to fix this problem before we go into the Deep. Once we do, there is almost no going back out of it. To pull out of a Deep travel once we are halfway there, can be very dangerous indeed. I don’t think that it’s a great idea to do it, but there are always circumstances where it is the best option. In the meantime, we are losing heat and we are getting colder by the hour. In the meantime, I will see if I can get whoever is in the control room, Zacharia I think, to talk to Riley and Jess, and see what he can do on his end. I am so glad that the Comms system is still fully functional, and that we are still able to talk to everyone all of the time or else I have no idea what I would have been doing all of this time. I think that once we can start to get a hold of the heating situation, we might be able to help ourselves to get to Perdu in time before we all freeze into the life-next. I hope that Zacharia can do some good and that he can do some cool work with Jess and Riley. I will call up Canberra’s ducted heating company and see what they can tell us while we are on our way to them.
Like this, but way cooler…uh, hotter.
Alrighty, this is log #4 of the airship Melbourne. Currently cruising at an altitude of whatever, at a speed of who cares, and I am severely bored.
Seriously, you’d think there would at least be a VR suite somewhere on this ship, given the tech we have lying around the place. But there’s not even so much a jukebox. Not that a jukebox would be all that fun.
Did I mention that I’m bored?
Okay, introductions, whatever. The name’s Lloyd- ship’s errand boy. Not my official title, but it’s accurate enough. For the record, I’m 14- the youngest member of the crew, and therefore the only one who actually understands the concept of having fun.
Alright, Skip isn’t too bad. But the rest of them are so uptight.
Yeah, I know you can hear me up there? So what? Can’t handle the truth??
I should probably explain what I’m doing here, for future reference. So my dad built this ship, or helped to build it. He’s a pretty brilliant scientist, despite pretending to be a financial-whatever by day. Seriously, the way he goes on about lease calculators and stuff…anyway, double life. Which I only found out about on the day of the Melbourne’s launch.
I kind of might have skipped school and followed him to the launch site. And snuck onboard the ship. I was never exactly the type to do what I was told. But what I DIDN’T count on was the ship launching with me inside.
Given that this ship is alive (still creeps me out), they found me pretty quickly. But by then it was too late to land properly, since it would jeopardise the mission and all. So we arranged for me to get off during the next Insectra attack…but that plan didn’t go so well.
They were all outside, fighting and blowing stuff up and whatever, when a few of those bug things made it inside the ship. You’d think that the ship would use some super-secret weapon to zap them all into oblivion, but no. Basically, I was cornered, about to become dinner. And then…there was this warm feeling. Like all my blood was heating up, and I was lighter than air. I realised that I wasn’t pressed into the wall…the wall was pressing into me Okay, bad analogy. But that’s what splicing is: indescribable. The ship gave me a part of itself. And then there were the cool powers, which for me was what I like to call flametouch; setting parts of myself on fire, basically. I haven’t learned to control it that well, but I turned those insects to mush in seconds. Best feeling ever.
Unfortunately, being spliced made me part of the mission. So here I am, chore-boy. Good thing I can make coffee.
I don’t know how my dad will react next time I see him, but hopefully we’ll have more to talk about than car leasing.
So, uh, that’s all…Lloyd, signing off.
Hang on, which is the off bu-
We all know what a carport looks like, and that’s the sort of thing I need for the Argo, if the captain will listen to me
I have been petitioning the captain for months to fix up the holds in the cargo bays. Bays A through to G are just stocked improperly and the rest of them are gathering dust because we can’t seem to get rid of all of the junk that we have accumulated over our years. The last few bays through are dead to us because they’ve ripped in the fight with Jyan some years earlier and now they are just open to the Deep, and so we have sealeds them off. The ship is falling apart in the cargo bays, and a transport Explorer without a cargo bay that’s fully functional is no ship at all. That’s why I’ve been petitioning the captain for all of these changes. The biggest thing, or at least the thing that I want to be the highest priority is the safekeeping of the mammoth, the two minders and the three jeeps. We do not have a lot of vehicles but the ones that we do have are valuable to us and it’s very hard to find replacements. I am proposing that we call yup the carports company in Tamworth and see what they can give us in terms of cover and security for the cars that we have. I don’t want thereto be another incident like there was on Gig.
I also don’t want there to be another incident like there was on Perdu. Once we had finally gotten ourselves fixed up and in control of the ship again, when we were o Perdu, we had accidentally taken in a stowaway, and they had ended up stealing one of our jeeps and driving it out into the Cherves desert, the next place we had made world-contact with. It was not the best thing that we cever did, letting him in, but I think letting him out was maybe a little bit worse. It took us three days to track him down and get him back, and to send the little rascal to the proper authorities. Anyway, the carport will be able to help with that. I know that we have already used this company before when Marcus was trying to talk us all into granny flats for the ship. I don’t know what ever happened with that idea, but we haven’t done much with it, as far as I know. The captain doesn’t really tell me much though, so I might be wrong. In the end though, nothing will get done with these flats, these cargo sheds, or these carports and awnings unless someone like me decides to take initiative, and I will be doing exactly that.
Something about the size of this could well have saved us all of the car trouble that we faced in the salt mines of Cherves
The Argo is a great hip and I love her to pieces. There are a few things that I would change about her, but only a few of them. I don’t think that the captain will have any problem if went out to the nearest retailer and got a few of them. There was a time last week when we were in some dire straits, and I think that we could have used them more than a lot of people had known. We were only saved by the fact that we had more than one jeep with us at a time.
we were heading into the Cherves desert on a three day expedition to find something in the salt mines. I don’t think that the rest of the crew knew what we were searching for. The captain just told them all that we were meant to pick up a package from Javan, and then to drop it off on the Hub in Bilton when we were passing through. Only he and I knew what the contents of that package was, and I am very happy that we never made it there. The heat must have screw with the batteries, because there was no sign of anything else that was wrong with it, and we were barely more than 10 kms from the pickup site of the Argo. Thomas and the girls had remained on the ship while the rest of us went on our expedition. I was pleased to get out of there, but even more pleased when the car broke down and we could not make the pick up for Javan. The portable car battery really could have helped us out on that day, because who knows when this sort of thing will happen again. I am happy they aren’t too expensive because I’ll be picking up some when I get to the Hub, so that we are never caught out again. In the meantime, I need to have serious discussion with the captain about serious and dangerous protocol when things go wrong, and what we need and do not need on our vehicles at all times, and especially when we are going no unscheduled three-day expeditions into the dangerous heat and salt mines of Cherves. I am about to wind down my rant now, but if any of you are having some trouble with you vehicle, it might be best to see if there are any battery pack kits playground that can help you out.
This log #3 of the airship Melbourne. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet at a speed of 6000 iones. Wind strength is at approximately 70 knots, with clear skies. Current location is above the Sahara Desert.
I have been told that additional details are required. Very well. I am not in the habit of giving superfluous details, but this log seems designed to encourage them.
In any case, this will be more concise than that of our wayward engineer. He is currently glaring at me. I do not know why.
My name is Mikhail Zoronov, first mate of the airship Melbourne and independent building inspector. My additional duties include defect reports and general discipline. I am finding this voyage considerably difficult in these two areas, as our ship is rather temperamental and the crew even more so. I suppose this is to be expected, given their mixed backgrounds.
In fact, this brings to mind a significant event that requires explanation. Our first Insectra raid took place yesterday, and we descended to the outskirts of the Amazon Rainforest to engage the threat.
I had organised the soldiers into teams, though a quickly learned that this would be unnecessary, as Insectra are impossible to predict. My orders followed protocol, but the beast still could not be defeated by normal means. With little other option, I gave the order to act at will. Surprisingly, our crew acquitted themselves quite well, thanks in part to my ability to connect with the Insectra mind. The creature’s bestial nature made this difficult, but I was able to slow it down for the others to destroy. Quite what came over me, that I should perform such a reckless action, is a mystery. But the job was completed. We learned a valuable lesson, both about the Insectra and our approach to our task.
I feel like I have talked too long. My log rotation is now over, and I must complete my defect report.
And perhaps I wish to ponder over our experiences thus far.
Officer Zoronov, out.