Mining Planet- IC

[napsii]

Sarah navigated her way through the oppressively-colored hallways towards the CCC. Near and far as she could tell, the bland blue-white of the interior, illuminated by lighting panels across the walls and ceiling (which lent the corridors a distinctively flat look) was purpose-built to exhaust the crew's eyes. That's what her neurotic side declared, anyway. She tried to paste as many colorful posters and vibrant decorations across the walls of her own quarters as was manageable to build sort of a haven away from the orderly blues, whites, blacks and beiges of her work.

The door to the CCC whooshed open and she walked inside, immediately giving a taut salute to the seated Alexia. It was a reflex, really.

"Just checking in. Diagnostics show the engines and power subsystems are A-OK." she reported.

[MiscChaos]

Walking through the site bored and without really taking in the view, Kazumi arrives at the Supervisor's Office. He gives a few knocks before entering, thinking it a bit rude to just barge in. Then he sees someone... Sarah he thinks it was, already in there reporting in. 'Well, at least the tone's already set.' he thinks. He gives a small, informal salute involving touching two fingers to his temple before talking.

"Kazumi checking in. Stupid walls wouldn't let me go exploring the area until I did, so here I am."

[Cliff Racer]

Ty smiles warmly and pats his first patient on the shoulder. "If you loze ze ability to see, do come back to me." He chuckles a bit... Then he starts thinking again. There MUST be something I am forgetting to do... But what? Hmmm... Woke up, checked ze supplies... Aha! Check with ze supervisor! "Later, I mean. First, I must speak with ze supervisor." He smiles, then gently ushers her out of the medbay and begins exploring the halls, looking for the Supervisor's office.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire looks around. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asks out loud. She sits down in the hallway and continues to put pressure on her eye.

[Thaedael]

The mechanisms of the door slowly cycled up, the machinery screeching from the disuse of the journey. The new girl walked into the room, the blue maintenance jump suit that Alexia herself once wore eight years ago to this day. Crossing her legs one over the other, she shifted her weight in the command chair, leaning one elbow into the fine leather armrest. The girl was comparatively shorter than her own height, she thought, turning the intensity of her stare at the full height of her body. Her name was Sarah, of that she remember from the personal files.

"Good ---", Alexia paused, looking down at the watch built into her wrist sleeves. "Good morning" she says with a bit of a raspy voice, still getting used her own voice after so long in disuse. She offered the girl a warm smile, not much to warm their freezing bodies, her own body standing on end.

[napsii]

Sarah rubbed her neck tentatively, the aches and pains of cryosleep boomeranging back on her all of a sudden. She would have sat down, but it would have felt awkward. Her job actually found her more relaxation than slacking off, ironically. Time flew by when there was sweat and concentration to be invested in a particularly daunting task, of which she was certain there was going to be no shortage on this trip. Alexia, too, seemed to share in the droning fatigue brought on by their long stasis.

"I'm still shaking off the cryosleep..." she remarked, looking about the room. At that moment, a crewman walked in. Kazumi, was his name? For his benefit, she posed her next question there and then:

"What's our first move? I think I forgot the briefing we had..." she said.

[Thaedael]

Alexia's mind was starting to clear up a bit, the fog of cryogenic sleep finally starting to ease up on her mind. She looked around the room, exercising her eyes in her sockets, the cryo-sickness setting in gradually. She was going to need a few days to get over the wear and tear of cryo-sleep, and her age was starting to show, the toll of continual cryo-cycles finally hitting her.

Only now did she notice that Kazumi was in the room, giving him a brief nod of her head. She turned her gaze back to Sarah, trying to regain her normal aura of command, a cool headed composure. Despite her infinite reserves of endurance, the people in the room could see the sickness winning the battle of the mind.

"Engineer Sarah, thank you for the status of the engines. We will be here for the next few weeks depending on how our prospecting goes on the behalf of 3M. That being said I want the engines to be maintained so that at a moments notice we can depart. As for the best course of action, it would be better if we await the arrival of the full crew to asses their condition."

<<That's a little better>> she thought. It was a bit hard to gather the thoughts, but in the interest of the crew it would be best to gather a quick visual assessment of each of them before deciding a course of action. If any of them felt half as bad as her the day would be better spent relaxing. Having done the long haul many times, it was better to start off with the right attitude than to distance them right away.

She turned her gaze back to Kazumi, in an effort to make up for the bad first impression of missing his presence completely. Ah yes, the free spirit one, she recalled from the data profiles. He wasn't as tall or as well built as any of the other exploration teams she worked with in the past, but he came highly recommended. It was going to take a lot of effort to learn the strengths of each of the crews, and to bond them into the perfectly functioning mechanism that 3M required of them.

"How are you holding up? Any signs of cryo-sickness?" She asked him, still in her chair, legs crossed.

[Cliff Racer]

Ty FINALLY makes it to the supervisor's office- then again, he teetered about in the hallways singing 'Frere Jacques' to himself as he was heading there. He knocks on the door, not heading in just yet. " 'Allo~?" It'll be a suprise if many people stay sane listening to Tyress talk.

[Taria]

A holographic projects emerges in the center of the room of a stately old man popularly known as the CEO of 3M. His hands a calmly clasp in front his slightly pudgey belly as he talks into the prerecorded message. "Hello, and congratulations on being the first to land successfully on a brand new world. During the next several months you will be performing mining operation on behalf of out grand company. Even if you are just a small cog in the grand machine, your contributions here are greatly respected. Feel free to browse any areas of the ship, helpful consoles have been installed to remind you of your mission should you find yourself confused after a long cryo-sleep."

The image flickers off as the main monitor drops down and display vital statistic. From what can be gleaned out of the technological jibber-jabber, energy reserves are practically at max capacity, food reserve are sufficient, fresh water reserves are limited, and there is absolutely no refined Questhicyte at all available to their disposal.

Sarah distincly recalls the refinery being the only building provided by 3M besides main headquarters. I should be easily transportable in its cube-like travel form, however when a sit suitabley close to mining operations is found, it will need to be set up as a permenate structure. All designed building when begin in their travel from after production in the main facility, however building will deplete their store of resources and should be considered carefully. Unfortunately, only the refinery diagram is available for use by the colonists. Any other blueprints will have to be research in the Simu machine in order to match their alien environment.

Alexia spies the monitor providing information on the cloning bay. All organic material is secure and primed for recombination. This is good, if anyone should die during their exploit, their clone will emerge from the vat with the latest recorded brain state of the unfortunate crew member. It also goes without saying that the DNA Manipulater 500 is snuggly fit into the room as well. As standard procedure, all colonists arrive as natural born humans and may later alter their DNA with genetic substances to better suit their environment.

[MelissaB]

Christine nods to Kayliee "I just hate the grogginess afterwards." She yawns and heads towards the supervisor as suggested. "I'll get a look of the place while I'm on my way." With a resigned sigh she heads towards the supervisor's office. she looks around the huge machine where they'll be staying as they mine the planet. After a while she makes it towards the office knocking on the door before entering. "security personal Christine." she introduces herself.

[MiscChaos]

"Not really, ma'am." Kazumi says, still bouncing around. He's not sure why he doesn't feel cryo-sickness even though he knows he should. He also doesn't care since that means he can get to exploring faster. "I'm sure it'll catch up eventually, but I think the adrenaline rush I get from the prospect of exploring is beating it out."

[Taria]

Another cryo-pod pops open in the engineering section as Emily is released. I seems she was awakened a bit later than the others.

Within the mining bay Doc wakes up from the big chill. The area around him is littered with technilogical pickaxe tools and mining devices, and it'll be up to him to put them to use.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire gets up and looks around for a map. She sighs and tries to remember her way around the ship and where everyone was going.

[Thaedael]

The CCC was lit with the amber back-glow of the consoles. The lights continued to dim as the central console table cycled on, the projectors in the four corners of the room aligned towards the center of the table. With a flicker across the table, a holographic projection came into focus, the CEO of 3M.

""Hello, and congratulations on being the first to land successfully on a brand new world. During the next several months you will be performing mining operation on behalf of out grand company. Even if you are just a small cog in the grand machine, your contributions here are greatly respected. Feel free to browse any areas of the ship, helpful consoles have been installed to remind you of your mission should you find yourself confused after a long cryo-sleep."

The projectors cut off, the high pitch whine of the fans dying down once again. The room began to gradually get brighter as the ambient lighting came back on. The rows of indicators, readouts, and buttons began to flicker on, one system at a time. Engines - check, food - check, cloning -check. Systematically the whirring clicking of mechanisms continued. Alexia turned back to face towards the entrance to the CCC, her high back leather chair swiveling in the same spot.

"Well, you heard the big boss man himself ladies and gentlemen. Seeing as some of us might be experiencing cryo-sickness after being shipped half way across the known universe to the outer-reach in cold storage, it might be best to take it easy for the day."

She swiveled to look at each of the assembled crew, in turn.

"The best thing to do is a group building exercise. I recommend we each introduce ourselves here, and then meet up with our fellow companions by department. From here getting habituated to your working environments would be the next best course of action".

She paused making sure to be eloquent and to enunciate everything as clearly as possible.

"In each of the major working area there will be a pre-programmed terminal. Take the time to go through it and run down the checklists, so that everything is prepared for tomorrows full day of work. Once the operational aim of the project is up and going, we will know the full extent of the work that needs to get done."

She paused once more.

"Now I think is the best time to introduce ourselves, any volunteers?"

The door opened, Ty emerging through the door.

"'Allo?" his thick accent punctuating the silence.

"Excellent" Alexia said bring both folded hands up to her chin to lean on. "We have the first volunteer to introduce himself!" She said with a smile, her eyes creasing closed. She handed the focus of the room to the french-man, all heads turning towards him.

[napsii]

"Yes, ma'am." Sarah acknowledged the supervisor's game plan tersely. As she began to sift through her head for the plot of this elaborate operation, her duties became clearer to her and she found it easier to focus on moving on ahead, without the help of others. She gave Kazumi a brief look in greeting, stretching her arms over her head. Speeding back up to her job after cryosleep wasn't as easy as she had been informed. Mental and physical exercise was the shortcut to shaking off the fatigued feeling, apparently, so she was anxious to get to work.

She minded the pre-recorded message with only a lazy stare, finding it more of interest to examine the room's luminescent computers and machinery to bide her time. Sarah had never been the most charismatic person. A job-oriented individual she was, really. Maybe almost fatally so... her contemporaries were easy to view as just gears that made the wheels of the machine turn, much like an artificial intelligence, when she rarely got around to knowing them.

It only made her supervisor's attempt a "group building exercise" even harder to swallow. She sighed and wished for the release of something else. A menial chore taking care of a condom dispenser might have been more appealing. Of course, the promise of perhaps just that (if there was one thing Sarah liked, it was checklists!) and the French fry's involuntary offering as the first to explain himself was to motivate her feet to stick to the floor.

She looked to him expectantly.

[jayjaycaps]

Jason got bored. If there's one thing he doesn't like other then taking orders, it's waiting. After pacing around the room about a hundred times, he finally decided enough was enough. He stormed over to the CCC, a burst into the room.

"Damnit Kazumi, why the hell does it take you so long to-" Jason noticed everyone else in the room. He slouched automatically, because he doesn't like to show his full height. Looking slightly embarrassed for making such a scene, he began to come up with an excuse. But when he saw Alexia, Jason became very serious. He gave a quick nod to everyone, before locking his gaze on Alexia. "Alexia." Was all he said, a relatively unfriendly tone in his voice.

[Taria]

Kayliee comes into the room, pushing inside the four missing operatives Zardon, Doc, Claire, and Emily. She bumps into Jason's soldier with a grunt as she lights up a smoke and says, "All present and accounted for, M'am." The room begins feeling a little crowded.

[Cliff Racer]

Ty feels like he's walked in at the perfect time! "Oho, perfect! Medical professionals first, a good policy!" He leans next to the door, smiling wide. "I had came to say dat ze medical bay was ready to go, but introductions are important as well!" He claps his hands together. "Tyress Blanc! Blanc meaning white, naturally, not blank of mind! My father was born on the operating table, as was I. I enjoy tethered space walks against a sunset background and mountain passes." He chuckles a little after he says that, stroking his chin.

"I do not enjoy beez, however. I believe the feeling is mutual."

[Thaedael]

Ty straightened up his back a little, getting into his best posture. As he spoke the last of the crewmen begun to fall in line, the close quarters of the ccc becoming much more cramped. The attention was shifted back to her once more as the doctor had finished speaking. He took a spot against the wall, an arms-breadth from the door in which he came.

"Thank you doctor, for a colorful introduction. I am sure the eligible ladies in here will take you up on your tethered space walks on a starry evening. For those who have the pleasure of joining us for the first time I welcome you. There was a briefing from the big man himself, the old man CEO. If you wish to watch the recording, I can download it to your personal consoles at a later day."

She paused once more, making sure to make eye contact with each of the members assembled before her.

"Our course of action is as follows; I wish for you to get acquainted with each of the areas of this ship, specifically your work areas. I can see that the ship is in working condition according to the indicators around the room."

She gestured to the many lights, read-outs, indicators, and panels. Surely it was jargon to most of the people having been posted to their first mining outfit.

"This ship is our lifeline, and you are each responsible for keeping it working. Double check all the systems of the ship to make sure there are no faults with the system. There are breifings for each of the departments, introducing you to the work areas, it should be much to the same configuration as the rigs you trained on."

She sighed, looking around the room the lack of attention was apparent. <<Can't blame then>> she thought, the fog of cryo-sleep still on her mind.

"Look, I have been a veteran deck-hand myself for many years myself. This is it, we are the only one for a greater area of the outer-reach. Out here each of you will be a psychologist, a doctor, a friend, a crying shoulder. You don't have to be my best friend, or have to like me, but I want to be able to count on you, to know you got my back if shit goes down. It is better to be prepared and start with a good attitude, than to cultivate distrust and hate."

Pausing for dramatic effect she let it sink it. Alexia wasn't a fan of dramatization, but she has seen what happens under the wrong conditions. If she wanted to stay in command, and bring her crew back safely, she needed to begin to mold them into the perfect mining shift. Many of them are new to the pains and rigors of mining, and unlike other outfits they would have to push through regardless of whether they wanted to go home or not.

"So any more volunteers for introducing themselves", she said with her smile again. She brought her chin to rest on her hands again, fully intent on listening.

[BlueLight]

Zardon looked straight at the commanding officer. "Sir(can we say sar? It sounds cooler and we're in space!). How long have we been asleep, How many people are awake, is there a possible chance we have stole-aways?, any chance a cryo chamber released during flight, and when will restart mining operation?" he asked roboticly. not once did he blink or shift his eyes from hers while asking his questions.