Post by Lute on Jan 28, 2019 9:47:57 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORPWC: 315
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
Briny sea spray tickled Dr. Boot's face as he stood at the prow of his science vessel, Explorer VII. It was both a space craft and a boat, able to shift between modes easily. It dipped and rose on the rolling waves of Zalt. The constant undulating didn't do well for the doctor's stomach, but he had been here a few days and it had gotten better.
He raised a warm paper cup of java to his lips and took a sip.
It was cold here and the howling winds were relentless. He took for granted the cover of trees and buildings back on Earth. Took for granted civilization. The open sea didn't have any thing that stopped the battering gusts. He wore a thick coat, rimmed with faux fur around the hood. His hands were gloved and he wore matte black coveralls that protected his lower half from getting wet. The entire deck was slick with sea water and he had to be careful traversing it.
Checking his wrist computer, he noted the local time and the Galactic Standard Time. His hired guns should be arriving soon. To be fair, he was ready to get beneath the waves and investigate the creatures lurking down there. It would be quiet and still down there. A pleasant change from all this up and down.
"Hansel," he said.
A bulbous robot popped up from the well in the center of the deck, where his submarine was stored. It had several retractable limbs with various tools and manipulators at the end. Dr. Boot had it doing a routine pre-mission check.
All seven of Hansel's arms retracted inside of its spherical midsection and rolled forward, chirping and chattering.
"Get some coffee on the pot for our visitors. I want to make sure they're awake and alert during the briefing."