I call Sec to observe, since he was so keen on the original mining process, but he seems to have disappeared deep into the Hole, and is curiously silent on the matter. This way, we can reverse the Eiffel into the base and unload the hopper automatically! To speed things up, ODD has built a sort of socket on the main structure of the base, and instructs me to put its counterpart on the back of the Eiffel. Unfortunately, unloading the Eiffel by hand is time-consuming! Still, we can’t just have no punishments here on Horace’s World - after all, what is civilization without a needlessly crushing penal system to enforce the will of its betters?ĬOMMANDING OFFICER’S LOG: SPACE TIME 10438494-3383152Īlice B: Survey has tested the Eiffel 69, and we’ve found that it mines way quicker than either Science or Sec can manage by hand, despite them both being weirdly competitive about their drillwork. I can only admire our leader’s restraint. I ask the Commander if I should subject Science to four seconds of The Drill as punishment for his misdemeanour, but apparently that would be “fatal”, and “a bit much”. That I could handle, but now he’s being insubordinate to Commander Bee, and that just won’t do at all. Ever since the flying business, he’s been speaking in a weirdly portentous tone and referring to ‘the gods’ a lot. She tells me there is loads of iron in the ground right here, that I know this, and that it makes much more sense to just mine some more. The ant who happens to be my boss tells me I’m not allowed to fly back to the wreckage of the vengabus in an attempt to retrieve my lost iron. They cannot comprehend me, and I will not lower myself to a point where I can comprehend them. Proper flight: the flight of the gods, not just the short, pathetic jet hops the others consider worthy of the name. The Eiffel 69 strikes the earth on its maiden voyage, like an enthusiastic metal armadillo So I guess driving it is… and while the Eiffel 69 is a fine vehicle to learn with, I’m feeling at a loss without a ride of my own. Science can handle the flying, but he seems weirdly detached and aloof, and I’m really not in much of a hurry to go into the warren of horrible tunnels Security has dug in order to learn the Way of the Drill. In the meantime, since I’m a bit late to the party, I’m going to have to get to grips with flying, drilling and driving. It’s like a bunch of medieval yokels robbed a scrapyard, and not so much as a lick of purple paint on anything. I don’t have the heart to tell the Commander, but the base is a shithole. capable space engineers, on the hunt for gold. But the worst of the hallucinations are mostly out of the way, so I’ve been sent out with this team of incredibly. Crikey, moon mumps are bad, wouldn’t wish them on anyone. SURVEY OFFICER’S LOG: SPACE TIME 10438494-3383128Īlice L: Survey Officer Ligz finally reporting for duty. Unfortunately, the Eiffel is ill-equipped for surveying thanks to its rather top-heavy, roll-happy design, so we need to build Ligz a more robust set of wheels.Īpart from that, we’re in pretty good shape! I trust Ligz will be impressed by the state of our Treehouse base. ![]() ![]() Ligz needs to get out there and find some lurking underground as soon as possible. And there’s no tastier mineral than gold. This is a great boon, because finally we have someone to go out and look for tastier minerals on the planet. It seems our Survey Officer is finally here, which is a stroke of luck.ĬOMMANDING OFFICER’S LOG: SPACE TIME 10438494-3383122Īlice B: Today we are at last joined by Survey Officer Ligz, who has recovered from her moon mumps enough to be unceremoniously fired at the surface of Horace’s World by our employers. I grab my drill to go down into the Hole, but I pause as the radio channel erupts into whoops of joy. We’re going to have to really step up our mining game. And getting it into orbit? With defences? In the next week? Oof. One thousand kilograms of gold? That’s a lot. Nate: Sitting down with my space coffee before beginning the day’s space work, I take a brief look at my space mail, only to find I have received this sobering message from Brent at Royal Planetary Services HQ (click to enlarge): Brent is such a reasonable fellow Also, Matt learned to fly, and they built a car called the Eiffel 69. In one place at last, they laid the foundations of their colony, and began the backbreaking work of taming the final frontier. Last time on Wastes of Space: After having been dumped on the alien backwater known as Horace’s World with barely any kit and even less of a plan, Alice, Matt and Nate finally managed to meet up, thanks to their robot friend ODD (and his Vengabus).
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