<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvzvyeYYQt1qe7t34o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Captain Hannah Hartley<br/>Zeus Flight 692 <br/>- Week Fourteen - <br/>Day One on New Earth<br/>~ Tagging: Wash ~</span></span></em></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The landing had started rough but luckily for them all, the pilot was good at what he did and got them all relatively safe to ground. As they landed with a resounding scraping of the ships underbelly along the rough terrain, Captain Hartley informed them all to stay on the ship as she investigated the planet. After all it was her duty to be sure these people were safe to the best of her ability, even if some of the men were far stronger and durable than she might be. Even still, she was no pushover and had trained for events such as these, no matter if the Space Corps didn't believe it would ever come to fruition.<br/><br/>It could have been a bad wrap for them all at that moment as their oxygen levels in the ship were limited to a back up supply of thirty days with minimal use. If this planet proved to be deadly they all might be in dire straits with little to nothing left to save them. Through it all the ship's computer continued to communicate with the pilot and informed him that complete shutdown was in process, leaving only emergency backups active.<br/><br/>After slipping on her suit and helmet, Captain Hartley headed out of the ship with some basic equipment, leaving Wash in command during her absence. It didn't take more than half an hour of minor research using the atmospheric scanner to determine that the planet had a breathable air supply identical to Earth's best O2 levels. She seemed satisfied with that much and knew that if the air supply was decent then there was a likelihood that some plant-life may be usable for medicinal or nutritional value. She pulled off her helmet with a hiss and turned off her internal oxygen pumps that fed into the suit. If for some reason the scanner was malfunctioning, she'd find out soon enough as the planet's air supply entered her lungs in a deep felt sigh. Within those few minutes she spoke into her communicator back to the pilot, her voice filled with ease and a sense of relief.<br/><br/><strong>"Capt Hartley here... we are in the clear, or rather it seems like we are. It looks clear. Send out the scientist first."</strong>