Jupiter Rising (Batsose & Haibane)
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				Title: <strong>Jupiter Rising (Batsose &amp; Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batsose</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 21:43:49</strong>
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				Digital Communicae 0474892156: from Coronado terminal 36 to Orbit shuttle 4: Classified Private<br><br>OS4: "Commander K. Duran here.&nbsp; Log 06842854-06032156 - Earth time 817 hours.&nbsp; Data report..."<br><br>CT36: "Cut the crap Kip,&nbsp; It's me.&nbsp; I'm not interested in your report.&nbsp; I just called to see how you are holding up."<br><br>OS4: "Space is boring."<br><br>CT36: [laughter] "Are you feeling like you got gypped by that recruitment flier: "Be part of the exciting world of frontier space exploration!"<br><br>OS4: "Gypped by this stupid assignment."<br><br>CT36: "Ahhh poor Kippy.&nbsp; Doesn't want to orbit Jupiter all by his lonesome.&nbsp; How's that lube holding up!"<br><br>OS4: "Funny.&nbsp; Although, I do have to say these instruments hold up pretty good to all kinds of liquid spills."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; [laughs] "Remind me not to fly in that cockpit."<br><br>OS4: "You didn't seem to mind my fluids the other day."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "Hey, shush.&nbsp; Even though this thing is private, it is still recording.&nbsp; Anyone can listen in."<br><br>OS4: "Afraid Oliver is listening to our conversation thinking about you and I in coitus wishing it was you and he."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "Eww!&nbsp; Shut up about Oliver.&nbsp; He is so gross.&nbsp; I think I actually caught him drooling at me the other day."<br><br>OS4:&nbsp; "Do you blame him?&nbsp; I catch myself drooling after you all the time.&nbsp; That's why I keep a fluid suction tube close by."<br><br>&nbsp;CT36:&nbsp; "Enough with the sweet talk, already.&nbsp; How's it goin' out there.&nbsp; Are you getting any closer readings on that asteroid your following."<br><br>OS4: "I have my doubts about it being an asteroid.&nbsp; All the readings indicate that it is completely smooth almost like glass or like it is a large ball bearing or something.&nbsp; Or at least that is what it looks like: a big floating ball bearing, just circling around Jupiter.&nbsp; It is really weird.&nbsp; I am wondering if it is not some lost debris from one of the big space Freighters to Mars, like some big bearing or something fell off it."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "That is so unlikely and hugely improbable.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those big freighters aren't just dropping parts of them.&nbsp; Dycore is cheap, but not that cheap.&nbsp; I think it is an alien space craft that is going to grab you and probe you with it's space tentacles."<br><br>OS4: "Andrea you are watching way too much Japanese Anime."<br><br>CT36: "And missing your alien tentacle probing me. How long is this trip again?"<br><br>OS4: "On this current orbital path It will take at least 46 hours to complete a full orbit, and I may be slowing down to check this thing out, depending on what I find when I get close.&nbsp; I should be in visual range within a few hours and once I send in those reports I will know how long I will be out here for.<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "Jeez, I wish they would have let me go with you."<br><br>OS4: "They can't spare the man power.&nbsp; They can barely spare me, and if it wasn't for the science foundation partial funding of this trip, they probably wouldn't have sent me.&nbsp; There is so much work to do here."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "Tell me about&nbsp; it.&nbsp; The scoping for possible mining sites alone is going to take a few years and then the want us to map everything.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; I knew when they said 8 years it would be longer."<br><br>OS4: "yeah, I'm thinking more like ten."<br><br>CT36: "At least, but that's why we get the big bucks.&nbsp; Hey, speaking of which I really probably should go.&nbsp; I was supposed to help out with that new probe anchor, make sure the damn settings are calibrated right.&nbsp; I would hate to have another unusable reading from those probes that last one really pissed Jeremy off.&nbsp; I have never seen him so mad."<br><br>OS4: "Well, yeah, he is under a lot of pressure to get this thing done on time.&nbsp; He was really mad that they asked me to do this BS errand.&nbsp; It is bad enough that some of the equipment was calibrated wrong.&nbsp; Now he is also down a man."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "And such a talented man too."<br><br>OS4: "Yea, well..."<br><br>CT36: "Don't worry about it.&nbsp; I'll just set this communicator to vibrate and I'll be fine."<br><br>OS4: "It doesn't bare well on my manhood that I am so easily replaced."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "It is really poor substitution for your tongue."<br><br>OS4: "Thanks for that."<br><br>CT36:&nbsp; "I said that more for Oliver's sake." [laughs] "Bye, sweety."<br><br>OS4: "Bye."<br><br>End transmission.<br><br>I closed out the Digital Communicator window on the computer screen and sat back and looked out at the passing orange and white swirls of Jupiter's surface.&nbsp; I really liked Andrea, but I wondered if I had not met her under different circumstances would I have really hooked up with her.&nbsp; She was cute and all, but something about her really was also annoying.&nbsp; She was too Tomboyish.&nbsp; I really wanted to be with someone more feminine, but the really cute femmie types were all married.&nbsp; If it wasn't for her this whole thing would feel really tedious.&nbsp; It was interesting while I was working on something, but half the time things weren't working right and everybody was mostly sitting around waiting.&nbsp; 'Hurry up an wait,' was the model saying.<br><br>And then this damn weird reading on something orbiting Jupiter showed up, and Dr. Pennington wanted me to go look at it.&nbsp; I was the best debris analyzer on the Coronado and he wanted someone with expert eyes to check it out.&nbsp; So then I found myself floating alone in this orbiter shuttle chasing what looks like a ball bearing.&nbsp; I didn't know what to think.&nbsp; I had a few hours until I would be within real visual range and I could actually look at whatever piece floating junk this was.&nbsp; I kind of hoped Andrea was right and it was an alien, at least then I wouldn't of felt like it was complete waste of time.&nbsp; Until then, I decided to nap, I trusted the instruments would wake me when I had gotten close enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jupiter Rising (Batsose &amp; Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 21:39:04</strong>
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				It stood on the rise of sand near the water and enjoyed the horizon. The horizon was not far. Nothing here was. A few hundred metres, that is all. A near horizon engendered a concept of comfort. There was comfort in having the horizon close by. The close horizon was familiar. There had been eight hundred and twelve thousand one hundred and three instances of comfort gained from it's nearness. Each one was precious.<br><br>To either hand was low beach and backing the beach, palm trees. Beyond the belt of date and coconut, <em>Phoenix dactylifera</em> and <em>Cocos nucifera</em> of the family <em>Arecaceae</em> was Fusion Fuel Access Hatch Nineteen. It required to service the hatch with at least forty-five kilos of fuel in the next six point one four two hours for nominal power levels to be sustained.<br><br>It scanned around for fallen decaying material and located a suitable fragment. A brief analysis indicated a useable fuel mass of ninety seven point eight three three kilos. Sufficient for two power cycles. It manoeuvred to a position adjacent to the decaying plant matter, lifted it in one hand and with the other hand removed with a single accurately aimed strike the excess matter, dropping the material. Logging the location, It would use that excess for the next cycle. Turning on the edge of the sand, feeling the tiny cool grains shift between my bare toes, It advanced towards Hatch Nineteen and grasped the lock handle in my free hand, turning the handle through ninety degrees and pulling the hinged circular metal disc with a faint hiss of equalizing pressure. The fuel was deposited and the hatch secured.<br><br>It returned towards the living space safety door and once there It looked up at the sky. Through the invisible dome of transparent ceramica the vast pregnant bulk of Jupiter filled one seventh of the sky hanging overhead and noticeably turning with the rotation of the biosphere. A new star was there. The star was moving, a white pinprick of light. At once my computers analyzed the star's trajectory and found it corresponded to no known celestial body. Plotting was required.<br><br>It went inside the safety door and descended two levels to the control desk. The control desk was a misnomer, a misleading name for a room thirty four metres long, sixteen wide and three deep which contained the main monitoring desk, data storage tanks and computer banks. The autoscan had already detected the new star and was plotting orbital data. Albedo, constructive scan and IR tracking showed the star was not a star but a small metallic object of non-homogenic construction that was modifying it's orbit as it approached.<br><br>Approaching. It is approaching. It is <em>flying.</em><br><br>The large orbiting metallic body that had arrived in high orbit above Jupiter had been detected many Terran-months ago and the traffic between it and the surface of the gas giant was all monitored and observed. To date the traffic had followed a repetitive pattern and It was not overly concerned with such activity unless the traffic came within the Alert Sphere. The approaching vehicle had passed the Alert Sphere threshold of thirty-five thousand kilometres. It was without doubt approaching and decelerating.<br><br>This would be contact. But with whom?<br><br>It waited, observing the approaching traffic. There was no physical means to dissuade the pilot of the traffic (if the traffic even had a pilot); there were no defensive weapons. There was however a simple but effective camouflage - the ceramica hull. A huge one-way glass style outer shell that served two functions; to contain the atmosphere for the flora and fauna and to disguise the biosphere. To eyes outside the ceramica's outer surface would appear to be merely an empty crust of orange-brown dust, pock-marked with craters and completely dead. There were only two locations on the biosphere's surface where docking stations rose like white cylindrical towers from the jungle and touched the inner skin of the ceramica. Two hundred and fifty metres in diameter, the docking stations could accept a very large craft, one several times bigger than the traffic now approaching.<br><br>It watched the approach from the control desk, data flowing to me via a hard link. Each modification of the orbit and velocity of the traffic sent updated inputs into the calculation.<br><br>It watched. It waited.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/biosphere.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jupiter Rising (Batsose &amp; Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batsose</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:16:19</strong>
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				A loud alert tone woke me from my slumber in the cockpit.&nbsp; I looked over the instrument panel trying to discern the source of alarm.&nbsp; Something was scanning the shuttle and the signal looked to becoming from the asteroid.&nbsp; 'Maybe Andrea was right,' I thought in disbelief, 'there is something alien on that asteroid, or at least something of intelligent design.'&nbsp; The scan although was too familiar in its signature.<br><br>Suddenly the digital communicator flashed on screen.&nbsp; I knew that someone back at the Coronado was seeing the same thing I was.&nbsp; I hit the indicator that accepted the transmission.<br><br><em>Digital Communicae 0474902156: from Coronado main bus terminal to Orbit shuttle 4:&nbsp; <br><br>CMBT: "Corporal T. Wilkins to Orbiter 4. Respond and identify."<br><br>OS4: "K. Duran reporting Earth Time 0947 Log 06842855-06032156.&nbsp; Hey Travis, are you looking at what I'm looking at?"<br><br>CMBT: "Affirmative Orbiter 4.&nbsp; It looks like an old scanning sequence like from one of those Freeman Satellites."<br><br>OS4:&nbsp; "Did any of those Satellites every report leaving orbit?"<br><br>CMBT: "Not that I am aware of, but I'll check the records.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hey, do you think that maybe that old rumor might be true."<br><br>OS4:&nbsp; "That wasn't a rumor that was a joke about Freeman launching himself into space to explain his sudden death.&nbsp; Nobody I knew ever took that as a serious rumor.&nbsp; He died in diving accident."<br><br>CMBT: "Well It looks like that asteroid or something on it is scanning you, something man-made."<br><br>OS4: "Yeah, maybe it is some secret reconnaissance type of thing sent by revival corp., but who has that kind of technology?<br><br>CMBT: "None that I'm aware of, only Dycore or maybe Siemens, but... Listen, Kip, let me get back to you.&nbsp; They just woke Dr. Pennington up and he wants a full report.&nbsp; Just hold tight on current course and I'll let you know what they want to do.&nbsp; Coronado out."<br><br>End Transmission. </em><br><br>I sat and stared out the cockpit window looking at the oncoming asteroid something from which was scanning me with an old outdated technology. I was not sure about what to think, as I waited for the next transmission.<br>(http://berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/2002/06/images/planet.jpg) 
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