I'm singing about Atlantis love songs,
See the moon trip, farther and farther, hang on
Sing about the Valleys of Home
Valleys of Neptune is rising...
rising...
Valleys of Neptune is rising...
rising...
Valleys of Neptune is...
Rise on baby, rise on...
Rise...
Rise, baby now...
Jimi Hendrix - Valleys of Neptune
Lor, LSDF Space Station, Corridors to Briefing Theatres
A keyring was twirling with a jingle along the groove of a dark finger, at the edge of the keychain was a gold-plated key on a chain, the plating on the interior of hole the keyring was grinding away and flaking. In the other hand, there was a cellular communicator, currently in contact with someone. "We're going where first? ... There?" A lorath lmanel woman of six foot three, white hair, green eyes, and a long stride mumbled into the communicator's receiver, passing by LSDF soldiers and troopers and rolling her eyes. "Right, really. I thought this was an exploration vessel, not a go-places-we-already-know vessel."
This woman, sixty years old (and looking about thirty) had seen enough of stuffy, well-treaded academies, having to explore vast books and reams of knowledge accumulated over many many centuries of Lorath history instead of vast continents, and doing favours to involving Kaserine to grease the wheels of officials with loose morals. Today, she felt like being organic - well as organic as she could come across for today's first briefing to a troop of about a hundred soldiers, mostly Lorath, but some oddballs including Yamataians, Jiyuuians, and Nepleslians in the mist - who were being looked at with equal parts novelty and suspicion by the other staff.
"Fair enough. Your mechanic kept on telling me that this thing could... pierce the heavens?" The woman replied. She was dressed in her uniform (though she'd much rather be in her shorts and walking through a forest) with the captain's patch prominently displayed on the right shoulder, her ship's patch on the left shoulder, reading 'LSDF VAL'TA' on a circular field of white gradient to cyan blue with pink text and markings; while the verdant green stripe of Lmanel heritage was on her left arm. Her right arm was bare of any further statement or marking.
"I think the Goddess would be quite displeased if this ship pierced the heavens," she replied to a long winded explanation on the other side, "she'd pierce right back I reckon," the woman giggled as she rounded a corner and looked up at the sign on the ceiling. The briefing theatre she was supposed to be looking for wasn't far. "I'd love to chat but I've got a crew to address, tell your mechanic I'll, uh," she segued into accented Trade, "pierce the heavens."
With that, she clapped the phone shut and looked for the back entrance to the theatre. She could find her way through sprawling forests so thick the vines and undergrowth choked out sunlight and concealed all sorts of dangers; Striding across long plains and savannah for days on end navigating by stars; Climbing tall mountains with all of her might and muscles. But here? Well, she stopped and asked directions for how to enter discretely.
Lor, LSDF Space Station, A Briefing Theatre
A theatre of seats surrounded by red-curtained walls, occupied by about a hundred-odd Lorath Self Defence Force soldiers were sitting together and waiting in dim light, gazing lazily at a well-lit, polished wooden stage with a parapet and a projector on the back of the stage with the words 'LSDF VAL'TA' and its logo emblazoned onto it, while speakers were playing a tastefully subdued, instrumental mix of the Lorath national anthem. In some sections of the crowd, people were eating duqs. Sweet, beautiful duqs.
A fraction of the soldiers were allied to DATASS while the rest were Lorath or Jiyuuian through and through. The captain's identity for the most part had been an enigma open for speculation. Some rumours included that they liked their kaserine a lot - not that there was anything wrong with liking your kaserine on Lor. One group was placing bets on whether they showed up as a man or a woman.
Exploration in the last couple of years were usually done by probes, drones, merely documenting the place instead of getting their hands dirty. Just because a drone was able to grab a topographical map of the line, observe the atmospheric conditions, plot out the biomes, do some rudimentary geology scans, gather weather patterns and report back worked didn't necessarily mean that people would actually find the place pleasant to live in, or business contractors worth investing in.
Now that those drones and probes had gone out and gathered the data it was time for a group to get their hands dirty and see if these planets were as interesting as the data the drones gathered. The briefing everyone in this room had received told them that they would be those brave people. They would be channelling the spirits of the brave folks who ate the first mushrooms, not knowing whether it'd kill them or sustain them.
The captain of this not-motley was still trying to find their way to the stage from behind though, so the soldiers had an opportunity to look around and converse if someone else caught their eye. They'd been waiting for about fifteen minutes, and the captain was due to show up in five...
See the moon trip, farther and farther, hang on
Sing about the Valleys of Home
Valleys of Neptune is rising...
rising...
Valleys of Neptune is rising...
rising...
Valleys of Neptune is...
Rise on baby, rise on...
Rise...
Rise, baby now...
Jimi Hendrix - Valleys of Neptune
Lor, LSDF Space Station, Corridors to Briefing Theatres
A keyring was twirling with a jingle along the groove of a dark finger, at the edge of the keychain was a gold-plated key on a chain, the plating on the interior of hole the keyring was grinding away and flaking. In the other hand, there was a cellular communicator, currently in contact with someone. "We're going where first? ... There?" A lorath lmanel woman of six foot three, white hair, green eyes, and a long stride mumbled into the communicator's receiver, passing by LSDF soldiers and troopers and rolling her eyes. "Right, really. I thought this was an exploration vessel, not a go-places-we-already-know vessel."
This woman, sixty years old (and looking about thirty) had seen enough of stuffy, well-treaded academies, having to explore vast books and reams of knowledge accumulated over many many centuries of Lorath history instead of vast continents, and doing favours to involving Kaserine to grease the wheels of officials with loose morals. Today, she felt like being organic - well as organic as she could come across for today's first briefing to a troop of about a hundred soldiers, mostly Lorath, but some oddballs including Yamataians, Jiyuuians, and Nepleslians in the mist - who were being looked at with equal parts novelty and suspicion by the other staff.
"Fair enough. Your mechanic kept on telling me that this thing could... pierce the heavens?" The woman replied. She was dressed in her uniform (though she'd much rather be in her shorts and walking through a forest) with the captain's patch prominently displayed on the right shoulder, her ship's patch on the left shoulder, reading 'LSDF VAL'TA' on a circular field of white gradient to cyan blue with pink text and markings; while the verdant green stripe of Lmanel heritage was on her left arm. Her right arm was bare of any further statement or marking.
"I think the Goddess would be quite displeased if this ship pierced the heavens," she replied to a long winded explanation on the other side, "she'd pierce right back I reckon," the woman giggled as she rounded a corner and looked up at the sign on the ceiling. The briefing theatre she was supposed to be looking for wasn't far. "I'd love to chat but I've got a crew to address, tell your mechanic I'll, uh," she segued into accented Trade, "pierce the heavens."
With that, she clapped the phone shut and looked for the back entrance to the theatre. She could find her way through sprawling forests so thick the vines and undergrowth choked out sunlight and concealed all sorts of dangers; Striding across long plains and savannah for days on end navigating by stars; Climbing tall mountains with all of her might and muscles. But here? Well, she stopped and asked directions for how to enter discretely.
Lor, LSDF Space Station, A Briefing Theatre
A theatre of seats surrounded by red-curtained walls, occupied by about a hundred-odd Lorath Self Defence Force soldiers were sitting together and waiting in dim light, gazing lazily at a well-lit, polished wooden stage with a parapet and a projector on the back of the stage with the words 'LSDF VAL'TA' and its logo emblazoned onto it, while speakers were playing a tastefully subdued, instrumental mix of the Lorath national anthem. In some sections of the crowd, people were eating duqs. Sweet, beautiful duqs.
A fraction of the soldiers were allied to DATASS while the rest were Lorath or Jiyuuian through and through. The captain's identity for the most part had been an enigma open for speculation. Some rumours included that they liked their kaserine a lot - not that there was anything wrong with liking your kaserine on Lor. One group was placing bets on whether they showed up as a man or a woman.
Exploration in the last couple of years were usually done by probes, drones, merely documenting the place instead of getting their hands dirty. Just because a drone was able to grab a topographical map of the line, observe the atmospheric conditions, plot out the biomes, do some rudimentary geology scans, gather weather patterns and report back worked didn't necessarily mean that people would actually find the place pleasant to live in, or business contractors worth investing in.
Now that those drones and probes had gone out and gathered the data it was time for a group to get their hands dirty and see if these planets were as interesting as the data the drones gathered. The briefing everyone in this room had received told them that they would be those brave people. They would be channelling the spirits of the brave folks who ate the first mushrooms, not knowing whether it'd kill them or sustain them.
The captain of this not-motley was still trying to find their way to the stage from behind though, so the soldiers had an opportunity to look around and converse if someone else caught their eye. They'd been waiting for about fifteen minutes, and the captain was due to show up in five...