Judie's logs from the Outpost's expansion and relocation:
---------------------------------------------------------------------The tip came into Murphy during late shift; an old hotel orbital was discovered and put on the salvage list.
Stanley checked the records. It was a well-built piece, compatible with the TIO's vertical and in good condition. It was going to cross close to Titan soon though, which meant that it would soon be known to more than just their contacts.
Irena and Amber bolted to the Guardian, excited to get more area in the Outpost, but were beat there by Kriev who had already called to action every TorQ and Tk'ech that was available.
The =AMS= Guardian left it's mooring in a non-emergency event for the first time in months, loaded with Droids and Acquisitions personnel instead of Marines and Medical staff, racing out of the Kuiper belt and into Sol system; destination Iapetus. The moon orbiting Saturn was a tourist destination in the early years, forgotten once faster travel allowed for more exotic locales.
The pleasure station wasn't very large, but most of it's modules were in-tact.
"Computers are offline" came the report from Murphy, who had flown over to the derelict station, "but the docking seals are manageable. Bring her in!"
Internal Atmo had been lost for quite some time, but the damaged areas would still be good for salvage, refitting, or repair. Stanley was ecstatic. Murphy was too focused on the ancient tech that used to control the station's maneuvering systems.
Kriev made quick work of scouring the station for squatters or contraband, and with a slightly over-dramatic gesture, released the eager droids into the station to begin their work.
Murphy and Kriev, accompanied by the droids and several oxygen canisters to replenish their efficient life support systems, got comfortable on the station, getting it's power on in limited capacity and refitting the transponder.
The rest of the expedition crew re-boarded the Guardian and headed back to the Outpost, Stanley sending out bulletins about Takakura's claim on the salvage while Amber made plans for the use of the Dome and Irena opened up the web shops for a new bed to furnish her new pod. Her time bunking with others would be at an end, even if she had to physically fight for a pod.
Their return to the Outpost caused quite a buzz. Morning shift had just heard, and the Marines called off that morning's Virtual Training Regiments. Hospitality was busy making protein powder pancakes. It was turning out to be a good morning, indeed.
I prepared the station for re-location. Support struts were checked by the Ei droids, Skitters were triple-checking the connection welds on the inner seals while Kuzos clamped everything into a fixed position. With the TorQs all gone, the NrVs and Cicas were tasked with preparing the station's engines for use. The Latros tried to do their best to secure personal items within the rooms, but the Galvas seen it as a competition, and by now they knew better than to go head-to-head with the cubit spiders when they were amped up.
Mana and Proto finished the push-clamp securing for the Guardian, and once back in the Hangar, recalled all deployed droids and closed the blast doors.
Ikhana and L-1GH7 strapped in on the command deck, I brought the engines to life with a rumble that reverberated like a purr throughout the Outpost, and Mana, Proto, and Amber took to their consoles. The Outpost roared, and we were away.
It was a long flight, taking over a week to complete the move into Saturn's orbit, but the excitement hadn't ebbed. Anticipation is a drug that is far more potent than Stims, it seems.
Transferring into the Iapetus orbit proved to be more involved than they had hoped, but no damage was taken while maneuvering into place over the now-clean new claim.
Murphy and Kriev had re-arranged a few of the modules to make attachment to the TIO3 easy, and the whole ordeal only took 3 hours to fully link and weld with everyone chipping in where they could.
All that was left was the re-organization of the existing Outpost to accommodate the increased size, and to use whatever we could from the new salvage to improve the station.
Judie's logs from the Outpost's expansion and relocation:
--------------------------------------------------------------------- The tip came into Murphy during late shift; an old hotel orbital was discovered and put on the salvage list.
Stanley checked the records. It was a well-built piece, compatible with the TIO's vertical and in good condition. It was going to cross close to Titan soon though, which meant that it would soon be known to more than just their contacts.
Irena and Amber bolted to the Guardian, excited to get more area in the Outpost, but were beat there by Kriev who had already called to action every TorQ and Tk'ech that was available.
The =AMS= Guardian left it's mooring in a non-emergency event for the first time in months, loaded with Droids and Acquisitions personnel instead of Marines and Medical staff, racing out of the Kuiper belt and into Sol system; destination Iapetus. The moon orbiting Saturn was a tourist destination in the early years, forgotten once faster travel allowed for more exotic locales.
The pleasure station wasn't very large, but most of it's modules were in-tact.
"Computers are offline" came the report from Murphy, who had flown over to the derelict station, "but the docking seals are manageable. Bring her in!"
Internal Atmo had been lost for quite some time, but the damaged areas would still be good for salvage, refitting, or repair. Stanley was ecstatic. Murphy was too focused on the ancient tech that used to control the station's maneuvering systems.
Kriev made quick work of scouring the station for squatters or contraband, and with a slightly over-dramatic gesture, released the eager droids into the station to begin their work.
Murphy and Kriev, accompanied by the droids and several oxygen canisters to replenish their efficient life support systems, got comfortable on the station, getting it's power on in limited capacity and refitting the transponder.
The rest of the expedition crew re-boarded the Guardian and headed back to the Outpost, Stanley sending out bulletins about Takakura's claim on the salvage while Amber made plans for the use of the Dome and Irena opened up the web shops for a new bed to furnish her new pod. Her time bunking with others would be at an end, even if she had to physically fight for a pod.
Their return to the Outpost caused quite a buzz. Morning shift had just heard, and the Marines called off that morning's Virtual Training Regiments. Hospitality was busy making protein powder pancakes. It was turning out to be a good morning, indeed.
I prepared the station for re-location. Support struts were checked by the Ei droids, Skitters were triple-checking the connection welds on the inner seals while Kuzos clamped everything into a fixed position. With the TorQs all gone, the NrVs and Cicas were tasked with preparing the station's engines for use. The Latros tried to do their best to secure personal items within the rooms, but the Galvas seen it as a competition, and by now they knew better than to go head-to-head with the cubit spiders when they were amped up.
Mana and Proto finished the push-clamp securing for the Guardian, and once back in the Hangar, recalled all deployed droids and closed the blast doors.
Ikhana and L-1GH7 strapped in on the command deck, I brought the engines to life with a rumble that reverberated like a purr throughout the Outpost, and Mana, Proto, and Amber took to their consoles. The Outpost roared, and we were away.
It was a long flight, taking over a week to complete the move into Saturn's orbit, but the excitement hadn't ebbed. Anticipation is a drug that is far more potent than Stims, it seems.
Transferring into the Iapetus orbit proved to be more involved than they had hoped, but no damage was taken while maneuvering into place over the now-clean new claim.
Murphy and Kriev had re-arranged a few of the modules to make attachment to the TIO3 easy, and the whole ordeal only took 3 hours to fully link and weld with everyone chipping in where they could.
All that was left was the re-organization of the existing Outpost to accommodate the increased size, and to use whatever we could from the new salvage to improve the station.
This will be a good new home.