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USP labs asteroid stack?
im probably going to run this stack so i was just wondering if anyone has gotten any results from it…
I am thinking about taking it to, But for some reason all the reviews seem like bull shit but i read a lot about it and it seem legit
The large view screen at the front of the conference room was patched in to the bridge forward view
I do not believe man was meant to be compacted into an existential mold and kept there. These are probably the primary reasons a position as a Bridge Officer on a ship this size has never been offered me. I have the dubious reputation of occasionally breaking all the rules, when necessary, to get the job done. My lanky, six-foot-two frame is decorated with an assortment of scar tissue, abrasions, and little places where patches of body hair are missing, testimonies to a certain unwillingness to conform. The artwork is misleading, however. I have outlived many conformists, and even saved a few along the way. And it is true some of the old injuries came about because I ignored the ‘rules’, but a few of them signify times I survived only because I did. I make the people who sign-off on the crew lists feel insecure. They need a preserver of the myth. But when there is a particularly tricky problem at hand, something that must be accomplished despite bad odds and extreme liability, I’m always the one who gets the
call. They trust me with their lives, but not their jobs.
The large view screen at the front of the conference room was patched in to the bridge forward view. On it there was an image, back dropped by stars, an image so alien that my mind had trouble focusing on it. It was a large and tangled black mass of tubing and rectangular shell and canister shaped appendages. There were short, fat stacks rising out of its confusion, and antenna-like structures protruding from the sides, top and bottom. Strange amber and green beams of light cast eerie shadows at various points around the surface. There was no question this was a spacecraft, though its macabre appearance resembled an asteroid mining facility broken loose from its moors. I had never seen anything like it and I was certain no one else in the room had either. It was not of Earth.
The word ‘derelict’ kept popping into my head. Captain Grey squirmed in his chair at the head of the table as he flipped through a wad of computer printouts. He is a man very much the opposite of his First Officer, Commander Tolson. Grey looks amiable and relaxed but he is famous for verbally beheading those who mistakenly assume themselves too loftily cast for disciplinary encounter. Grey tends to slouch back in his seat and make you wait. He keeps a narrow, guarded stare beneath his cropped sandy-brown hair, and the age lines in his fair-skinned face tell stories of missions past that did not always go as planned. He always wears a formal light-blue uniform with a high collar and appears comfortable in it. It is a reflection of how equally comfortable he is in the position of Captain.
He looked up and a barely perceptible nod to one of his officers brought the room lights down farther. The overhead projector illuminated over the table and cast a rotating 3-D image of the alien craft. Grey pushed himself up in his seat and spoke. “What have you got for us so far, Maureen?”
Maureen Brandon, executive officer of the Data Analysis group, sat two seats down on the Captain’s left. At twenty-nine, she was far too young to be
promoted to the position she held. Chart maker tours are famous as training runs for up and coming officers, some who have inside pull. Dull cruises are supposed to make for safe personnel test beds. I have never trusted people like Brandon. Too ambitious. She always wears her jet black hair swept back in a tight bun in such a way that it looks more captured and kept than cared for. Her red lipstick mouth is small and seldom smiles. She is very attractive–and icy cold.
“One hundred and fifty-five meters at its longest length, Captain. Using that as a longitude, the girth is one hundred and five meters. As you can see it is drawing a respectable amount of space. We make the displacement at forty metric tons. We show no life signs aboard, no biology at all. There is a reactor of some sort still active in the core. No telemetry has been detected, no radiations of any kind, in fact. It has dual drives located on the underside, type unknown. Clearly not of Earth origin, and under no registry that we’re familiar with.”
Brandon paused to let her last statement sink in, probably considering it favorable to the upcoming solicitation she had in mind. “It’s open to space, Captain. Notice just below the large embedded dish antenna, there is an open hatchway. Light is coming from the interior. Power systems are still active. We are requesting the EVA because without one we won’t get much more than what I’ve just given you.”
Grey gave a reserved look across the room and waited for a reaction. He did not have to wait long. Ray Mikels, the Chief Safety Officer, a quiet man with thinning blond hair and deep set features, who sometimes looked as though he had signed on for one too many missions, squirmed in his seat and looked irritated.
“Captain, I wish to go on record right now as opposing this deviation from our mission directives. We did not sign up for investigation of unknowns. We are a team on a sector-graphical charting schedule. We are not explorers.”
Grey had no chance to respond. Brandon cut in. “How can you say that? Everything we document is unexplored. This is a research vessel, Ray. It’s our job to plot everything out here. How will you label that thing, unidentified floating object?”
Mikels was too experienced to be intimidated. “Maureen, you well know that scout expeditions come out here before us to clear the unknowns. We have a prescribed mission schedule to follow. Whatever that is out there, it does not belong to us. Do I need to remind you of the story of Goldilocks and the three bears?”
Brandon looked insulted, but before she could reply Grey took control.
“Ray, I respect your misgivings about this. Consider them duly noted. There are special instructions which deal with mission deviations such as this. I have interpreted them as directing us to proceed with an investigation. The EVA is go. It will be kept short so as to be as safe as possible. This thing may
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