EJDeBrun
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Hi All,
After getting blasted a while back, I've finally gotten around to putting my head on the cutting board again. Here's the complete rewrite I promised.
Thanks in advance.
Dr. Park: Thank you, Director, members of the EPA, for your consideration. I completely understand your concerns and am more than happy to address any and all questions surrounding the incidents of the Argo I mission.
- Argo I Mission Review, 5th Exploration Program Administration Council, IIEF Odyssey. 5 (2285 C.E.) (Testimony of Dr. Alexander Min-jong Park).
And they still were. Alec grinned and shifted his attention back to the real-time footage streaming from the shuttle’s outboard cameras. But they were no longer the only proof.
“We got more creatures,” he announced as he spotted another group of gigantic shadows swimming beneath the Kepler 48.3’s ocean surface. “Time: 19:44 with 7 total in this group.” His fingers rolled over his computer’s trackball, fingers automatically rolling across his computer’s trackball to bring up closer views of the dark grey silhouettes. “Torpedo shaped in various sizes. No clear view of limbs. No clear markings or patterns. Activity matches previous sunset feeding patterns.”
“They’re huge!” a jocular voice cried from across the shuttle cockpit. “Think they’d eat humans?”
Alec leaned back and turned to the speaker, a wiry man who sat on the opposite side of the aisle from him. “I don’t know, Gus,” he said in the same light tone. “Why don’t you dive in? Find out for us.”
Gus wrinkled his nose. “No way,” he said, folding his arms over his crumbled uniform. “I hate the smell of fish.”
“Then I think you came to the wrong planet,” laughed the woman sitting in front of Alec, her large eyes dancing under her curly hair. “You should have stayed on station where the air is nice and regulated.”
“And miss my chance seeing Alec lose a hand trying to pet one of those creature?” said Gus. “No way, Sam.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “He totally would, too.”
“Like you wouldn’t risk hypothermia just to collect your jars of water,” said Alec.
“Yeah, but at least I’d still have all my limbs.”
“Frozen limbs.”
The man sitting in front of her shook his heavy head. “Two years of selection and four years in training,” he said in a resigned tone. “And I’m stuck in a tin bucket with you nerds.”
“You know you love us, Don,” Alec winked at Don who looked away in disgust.
“And what’s wrong with being a nerd?” asked the petite woman stationed in front of Gus. “None of us would be here if we weren’t.”
Gus reached forward and poked her in the back. “Easy for you to say, Martha,” he said. “You’re not single.”
A faint blush spread across Martha’s face, her gaze sliding to the broad shouldered man sitting with his hands on the Argo’s control sticks.
“I hate to break it to you, Gus,” he said, over his shoulder, “but there are other reasons why you can’t find a date.”
“What you’re talking about, Hiroshi, is what we doctors call hormones,” said Gus, “For some reason, girls seem to pick those brawny leader-types over us sensitive and caring support personnel.”
Hiroshi flashed his teeth in a smile. “You know it.”
Gus scrunched his face into a fake grimace and Alec chuckled to himself as glanced over to his monitor. His eyes were immediately arrested by a line of sharp shapes cutting across his screen. Shoulders tensed, he widened the camera’s focus and jerked his head back as another black band came into view.
“I hate to interrupt,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest. “But we’ve got company. Two sets of nine indigenous watercraft below us sailing due north in a V-pattern.”
All five heads shot up from their consoles and Hiroshi reached up to flick several switches on the panel above him.
“Sighting confirmation?” he asked, his voice assuming a tone of command.
“Confirmed,” said Sam. “Plus additional watercraft coming from the east.”
“East?” Alec pulled up Sam’s camera and drew in a sharp breath as more formations came into view. “Whoa. That’s a lot of ships.”
“Too many.” Hiroshi pulled on the Argo’s controls and the deck shook as he increased power to the shuttle’s quad-rotors. “Increasing altitude and setting our course back to the polar station.”
“Wait, Commander,” Alec said, replaying the footage on his screen. “This is the largest gathering of indigenous watercraft we’ve yet to record. As chief researcher, I’m requesting that we follow them for observation.”
“Request denied,” answered Hiroshi. “Too much risk of exposure.”
“Then keep us above the cloud line,” said Sam. “That way the natives won’t see us but we can still record their movements.”
“After all, this is why we came here in the first place,” Martha added softly.
Alec held his breath as Hiroshi considered the suggestion.
“Fine,” Hiroshi sighed, “but I want everyone on full alert. Anything unusual and we are out of here.”
“Anything you want, Commander,” Alec said, throwing himself forward in his chair. “Now let’s get to it.”
After getting blasted a while back, I've finally gotten around to putting my head on the cutting board again. Here's the complete rewrite I promised.
Thanks in advance.
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Mr. Lee: Dr. Park, I would like to start off by thanking you for agreeing to this review so soon after your return from Kepler 48.3. The Council and I simply wish to clarify several critical details, both for the scientific community on this colony as well as for those waiting on Earth, regarding your experiences as quickly as possible and fully appreciate your cooperation.
Dr. Park: Thank you, Director, members of the EPA, for your consideration. I completely understand your concerns and am more than happy to address any and all questions surrounding the incidents of the Argo I mission.
- Argo I Mission Review, 5th Exploration Program Administration Council, IIEF Odyssey. 5 (2285 C.E.) (Testimony of Dr. Alexander Min-jong Park).
Alec glanced at the beading droplets of water streaking across the Argo’s thick windows. Their stuttering movements reminded him of the extraterrestrial amoebas from his lab home on the Odyssey. Discovered on Glieses 81.4, those simple single-celled organisms had once been celebrated as humanity’s evidence that other life existed in the universe.And they still were. Alec grinned and shifted his attention back to the real-time footage streaming from the shuttle’s outboard cameras. But they were no longer the only proof.
“We got more creatures,” he announced as he spotted another group of gigantic shadows swimming beneath the Kepler 48.3’s ocean surface. “Time: 19:44 with 7 total in this group.” His fingers rolled over his computer’s trackball, fingers automatically rolling across his computer’s trackball to bring up closer views of the dark grey silhouettes. “Torpedo shaped in various sizes. No clear view of limbs. No clear markings or patterns. Activity matches previous sunset feeding patterns.”
“They’re huge!” a jocular voice cried from across the shuttle cockpit. “Think they’d eat humans?”
Alec leaned back and turned to the speaker, a wiry man who sat on the opposite side of the aisle from him. “I don’t know, Gus,” he said in the same light tone. “Why don’t you dive in? Find out for us.”
Gus wrinkled his nose. “No way,” he said, folding his arms over his crumbled uniform. “I hate the smell of fish.”
“Then I think you came to the wrong planet,” laughed the woman sitting in front of Alec, her large eyes dancing under her curly hair. “You should have stayed on station where the air is nice and regulated.”
“And miss my chance seeing Alec lose a hand trying to pet one of those creature?” said Gus. “No way, Sam.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “He totally would, too.”
“Like you wouldn’t risk hypothermia just to collect your jars of water,” said Alec.
“Yeah, but at least I’d still have all my limbs.”
“Frozen limbs.”
The man sitting in front of her shook his heavy head. “Two years of selection and four years in training,” he said in a resigned tone. “And I’m stuck in a tin bucket with you nerds.”
“You know you love us, Don,” Alec winked at Don who looked away in disgust.
“And what’s wrong with being a nerd?” asked the petite woman stationed in front of Gus. “None of us would be here if we weren’t.”
Gus reached forward and poked her in the back. “Easy for you to say, Martha,” he said. “You’re not single.”
A faint blush spread across Martha’s face, her gaze sliding to the broad shouldered man sitting with his hands on the Argo’s control sticks.
“I hate to break it to you, Gus,” he said, over his shoulder, “but there are other reasons why you can’t find a date.”
“What you’re talking about, Hiroshi, is what we doctors call hormones,” said Gus, “For some reason, girls seem to pick those brawny leader-types over us sensitive and caring support personnel.”
Hiroshi flashed his teeth in a smile. “You know it.”
Gus scrunched his face into a fake grimace and Alec chuckled to himself as glanced over to his monitor. His eyes were immediately arrested by a line of sharp shapes cutting across his screen. Shoulders tensed, he widened the camera’s focus and jerked his head back as another black band came into view.
“I hate to interrupt,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest. “But we’ve got company. Two sets of nine indigenous watercraft below us sailing due north in a V-pattern.”
All five heads shot up from their consoles and Hiroshi reached up to flick several switches on the panel above him.
“Sighting confirmation?” he asked, his voice assuming a tone of command.
“Confirmed,” said Sam. “Plus additional watercraft coming from the east.”
“East?” Alec pulled up Sam’s camera and drew in a sharp breath as more formations came into view. “Whoa. That’s a lot of ships.”
“Too many.” Hiroshi pulled on the Argo’s controls and the deck shook as he increased power to the shuttle’s quad-rotors. “Increasing altitude and setting our course back to the polar station.”
“Wait, Commander,” Alec said, replaying the footage on his screen. “This is the largest gathering of indigenous watercraft we’ve yet to record. As chief researcher, I’m requesting that we follow them for observation.”
“Request denied,” answered Hiroshi. “Too much risk of exposure.”
“Then keep us above the cloud line,” said Sam. “That way the natives won’t see us but we can still record their movements.”
“After all, this is why we came here in the first place,” Martha added softly.
Alec held his breath as Hiroshi considered the suggestion.
“Fine,” Hiroshi sighed, “but I want everyone on full alert. Anything unusual and we are out of here.”
“Anything you want, Commander,” Alec said, throwing himself forward in his chair. “Now let’s get to it.”