NO CARBON?!
05 May 2019Traegon
"What do you mean you don't have any carbon?!""uhm.." Roviden slows his speech down as if that would make it easier to understand. "I. Don't. Have. Any. Carbon."
Roviden is a military veteran. He's fought and bled, and earned his way. I rarely have reason to question him, even though I seem to do it at every opportunity. He's generally impulsive, but not without being unprepared. Our trip to Colonia had been discussed (and dismissed) a couple of times. Towards the end (or rather the beginning), we started to think it'd be a good idea to stock up on supplies; but I thought the impetus for that had more to do with taking the fight to the Thargoids. He'll spend a week engineering his ship, going over every detail. The engineers are on a first-name basis with him. They love to see him come, but hate when he stays.
Our friendship was an unexpected one. I had a job opening, and he applied. I needed someone I could trust the mission to, and I ended up finding a friend in which I would trust my life to.
Every now and again, however, he says and does things that surprise me.
"We're 8,500LY out, and you're just now noticing this?", I ask in shock.
He seems completely unfazed. "Yeah, so? We've got everything we need.."
"EXCEPT CARBON.." I interrupt him...
He continues as if I hadn't spoke. "...to harvest the resources we needed. It's not like carbon is hard to find, so stop whining. You've scanned every single planet along the way. Find me some carbon."
"I'm not whining, " okay, so maybe I am; I wasn't expecting THIS to be the reason we'd set down somewhere, "I'm just in shock."
"Found my carbon yet?" He asks impatiently.
I return to my scanner; there's no point in doing or saying anything until I find his carbon. As expected, it's abundant in this system, but I'm not in the mood to fly 458,000LS to the nearest planet to find it. "We need to jump a little. There's sure to be a planet closer to the jump we can land on."
Five minutes later, we're coming in on approach to Traikeou PP-C c14-2 4 a, when he spots a nice chasm to land in.
"C'mon, time for a photo op," he says as he boosts toward the landing site, "follow me in."
Photo op? I thought we weren't tourists.
You go that way, and I'll look over there.
Roviden and I had run a little low on oxygen in our search. Docking proved move challenging than expected.
Our first attempt to board our ships went horribly wrong.
This planet was not without merit. Surrounded by gas giants, the views were stunning.
Traikeou PP-C c14-2 4 a