<strong>The Commanders Quarter</strong><br/><br/>Captain Conner tilted his head to the side and heard a satisfying crunch. His body was almost fully recovered from the Cyro sleep now that he had a mixture of drugs and food flowing through his veins. He was all warmed up now from the shower as well and could only really complain about a little stiffness, but even that was starting to fade away. He seated himself on the one chair in his ship-based quarters, which were really the Ships Captains, though he had taken over them. Not that he spent any time in there, but it was more a matter of protocol and Rank then anything.<br/><br/>The Ships Captain, Captain Henderson, sat on the edge of the fold-out cot. The room was quite cramped but it was the only private area on the ship - a ship that was designed for transport and not comfort. Captain Henderson held a Data-Pad in one hand - as did Captain Conner - and both were touching the screen.<br/><br/>"The Ships Computer has uploaded the Data from the flight and from its on-board scanners. We seem to have sustained some damage to the engine. More specifically, the Hyper-Drive. Not alarming under most circumstances, but not a repair that can be done while in space. The repairs can only be done with all systems off...with some risk of course. Bread and butter for a space station repair team, but this will stretch us. It means an extended stay on the planets surface." Henderson says as they both look at the report.<br/><br/>"Very well. We'll make it a priority once we've established the Communications Array. That way Home Base can be informed about our delay. We've got plenty of supplies along with whatever the Colony produces on its own. Whats an ETA on the repairs?" Conners responds.<br/><br/>"Two, maybe Three, days at most, saying its as simple a repair as I think it will be." Henderson replies, shrugging his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Carry on." The response comes quickly though with a clear look of displeasure on Conners face. That meant three days more on this babysitting trip.<br/><br/>"Ok. Initial scans of the landing sight show that one of the beacons is no longer functioning. Nothing to be alarmed about - very common on such a landing zone in such a climate. Could just be malfunctioning, have a bad circuit, or a loose wire. I'll have some one look into it as well. Maintenance does seem to be...neglected, shall we say, however as the size of the landing zone is not quite as large as it should be. We've got plenty of clearance but if we were a Class up, it'd be difficult. The native vegetation seems to grow back fast with out proper care."<br/><br/>Conner nodded his head. "We'll use the flamethrowers to push it back again, especially if we have a prolonged layover. It will give my troop something to do at least. Ground transportation still has what, 3 click?, from the LZ to the Colony?"<br/><br/>"Yes. Road may not be the best of conditions if the LZ is any indication, but I'm sure you'll cope."