- RP Date
- Late YE41
- RP Location
- SX-02 "Nephis" System
Third planet, Daichi
Arcadia
The burgeoning settlement of Arcadia had been established swiftly by the new colonists. Their ships had landed, repurposed, and stripped for parts and supplies over the first few days. It was clear that improvements to the colonization process were in order - the settlement was hardly efficient with all the time spent entering and exiting ship hulls, running thick conduits from one ship to the other, and the general mess of trying to get things sorted out.
Still, it was a new home with new opportunities. The colonists proved to be a hardy, resourceful bunch that were eager to establish a toehold on the planet. Daichi welcomed them in, lacking the massive beasts and harsh environs that Sirris VI was known for. Lush plant life, a pleasant atmosphere, and abundant fresh water added to the settlers' optimism.
All in all, things had been going better than expected.
"Just when I was getting used to all the orange foliage back on Sirris VI," muttered one of the men.
A playful shove from one of the group's two women got a smile in response. "If you can get used to orange, then I'm sure you can handle green and blue."
"I guess," replied the man. He reached out, taking gentle hold of a large frond in one gloved hand. Faint lines of blue seemed to be etched into its surface, sparkling as they caught the light. He released it and they continued to walk.
"What's on the list for today?" asked the woman.
They all had access, but the others recognized the question for the conversation starter it was meant to be. The other woman pulled it up with her Geist, setting the text in the periphery of her vision.
"Looks like they want one of the small ground birds we've spotted, as well as a sapling of one of the larger trees. Both intact and healthy, if possible. Domestication experiments, maybe?"
"Maybe," replied the woman who had asked. The small birds were chubby things that seemed ill able to protect themselves from harm. The planet's distinct lack of larger predator species seemed to be working in their favor. A quiet rumble from the woman's stomach brought a sheepish grin to her face. "Just wondering if they taste like chicken."
"Alright, alright. Let's find a game trail and see what we can do. Mary, do your thing. Sweet, you're on watch."
"I told you I don't like that nickname," muttered the man.
The woman grinned at him. 'Sweet' had gotten covered in about twenty pounds of water and sugar during the battle in the Vale system. Sweet just shook his head at her and returned to watching the woods near them for any signs of a threat.
"... setting up power generation continues to move at a snail's pace. Our engineers recommend that we look into setting up some kind of prefab housing unit for future colonization efforts, instead of relying on ship dismantling. It works, but is very time consuming. Even with the lessons learned from setting up Obsidian City."
He shuffled his papers, coming to the next item.
"Inspections of the local flora and fauna are going well. The colonists are doing well to stay inside the quarantine zone until we've had a chance to confirm that the local woods are safe. That said, people are starting to get antsy to explore. Reports keep coming back about how safe things are and it's getting harder to tell people that it's in their best interests to stay within the perimeter."
Hathen rubbed at his short beard, looking up to consider the NDC forces present. The majority of the military was stationed in the skies above, so Hathen knew that these few men and women were largely here to keep them safe and maintain order. With the lack of external threats, he worried that they might be withdrawing soon.
"Well, that's about it. Any questions?"
Arcadia
The burgeoning settlement of Arcadia had been established swiftly by the new colonists. Their ships had landed, repurposed, and stripped for parts and supplies over the first few days. It was clear that improvements to the colonization process were in order - the settlement was hardly efficient with all the time spent entering and exiting ship hulls, running thick conduits from one ship to the other, and the general mess of trying to get things sorted out.
Still, it was a new home with new opportunities. The colonists proved to be a hardy, resourceful bunch that were eager to establish a toehold on the planet. Daichi welcomed them in, lacking the massive beasts and harsh environs that Sirris VI was known for. Lush plant life, a pleasant atmosphere, and abundant fresh water added to the settlers' optimism.
All in all, things had been going better than expected.
***
Part research squad, part hunting party, the group of three men and women had been carefully making their way through the forest near Arcadia for the last few hours. Tensions were much lower than they had been the first few times the trip had been made. There had been no poisonous plants or terrifying beasts so far and it seemed as though it was going to remain that way.
"Just when I was getting used to all the orange foliage back on Sirris VI," muttered one of the men.
A playful shove from one of the group's two women got a smile in response. "If you can get used to orange, then I'm sure you can handle green and blue."
"I guess," replied the man. He reached out, taking gentle hold of a large frond in one gloved hand. Faint lines of blue seemed to be etched into its surface, sparkling as they caught the light. He released it and they continued to walk.
"What's on the list for today?" asked the woman.
They all had access, but the others recognized the question for the conversation starter it was meant to be. The other woman pulled it up with her Geist, setting the text in the periphery of her vision.
"Looks like they want one of the small ground birds we've spotted, as well as a sapling of one of the larger trees. Both intact and healthy, if possible. Domestication experiments, maybe?"
"Maybe," replied the woman who had asked. The small birds were chubby things that seemed ill able to protect themselves from harm. The planet's distinct lack of larger predator species seemed to be working in their favor. A quiet rumble from the woman's stomach brought a sheepish grin to her face. "Just wondering if they taste like chicken."
"Alright, alright. Let's find a game trail and see what we can do. Mary, do your thing. Sweet, you're on watch."
"I told you I don't like that nickname," muttered the man.
The woman grinned at him. 'Sweet' had gotten covered in about twenty pounds of water and sugar during the battle in the Vale system. Sweet just shook his head at her and returned to watching the woods near them for any signs of a threat.
***
Hathen Tral, the colony's current 'mayor', was addressing the NDC's collected military force. It was mostly minor updates of the day's activities.
"... setting up power generation continues to move at a snail's pace. Our engineers recommend that we look into setting up some kind of prefab housing unit for future colonization efforts, instead of relying on ship dismantling. It works, but is very time consuming. Even with the lessons learned from setting up Obsidian City."
He shuffled his papers, coming to the next item.
"Inspections of the local flora and fauna are going well. The colonists are doing well to stay inside the quarantine zone until we've had a chance to confirm that the local woods are safe. That said, people are starting to get antsy to explore. Reports keep coming back about how safe things are and it's getting harder to tell people that it's in their best interests to stay within the perimeter."
Hathen rubbed at his short beard, looking up to consider the NDC forces present. The majority of the military was stationed in the skies above, so Hathen knew that these few men and women were largely here to keep them safe and maintain order. With the lack of external threats, he worried that they might be withdrawing soon.
"Well, that's about it. Any questions?"